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fantasylandbitch · 4 months ago

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Summary: After the Carpenter household events. You get Tara help at the Hospital in Woodboro so you stay overnight for her protection before notifying those close to her. Thankfully everyone who was notified arrived. However, the rest of the evening doesn’t go as planned as Sam gets attacked and you are forced to face old feelings that arise from your past.

Warnings: Some Cussing, Manipulation, Authority Figures,

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Coming Soon)

“Stop this car!!! You need to break right now!!!” your passenger yelled, both of you watching the speedometer go from 20 mph and jump to 70 mph.

“I-I can’t! The breaks aren’t working. I need to let the car slow down!!” you yell in the car while you try to think of a way for you and your passenger to get out of the situation safely.

Then you heard the screech of your tires and then a scream from your little sister erupted in your ears.

The scream was so loud and clear that when you opened your eyes upon sitting up you had to quickly shield them from the bright light above, even with the pounding in your head. It felt like you had been drinking alcohol even though knowing yourself you wouldn't allow yourself to get that far in any setting. However, slowly you start to reintroduce your eyes to the light in the room, bringing your hand down as you look around the hospital room you occupy before slowly turning your head to the left where you see a giant water bottle on a table not far from you.

“I’m glad to see you're awake” you hear a nurse say, causing you to turn your head as you see an older woman walk into the room with a clipboard and a cop. Then as the nurse got closer to your bed you slowly squint your eyes to get a better look at her name tag, Genie, before allowing her to check you out momentarily.

“Hello, Miss. I’m Officer Mavis, do you remember your name?” Officer Mavis asked as she approached you before looking over at the nurse at her side “Or when you were born like your month, day, and year?”.

You heard the officer ask so you slowly nodded before answering “My name is Y/N Freeman. My date of birth is…” You paused for a minute, “ XX / XX / XXXX” you said soon after while hearing the nurse write something on her clipboard.

“Do you remember how you got here Miss Freeman and why you’re here?” the officer asked you after as she waited for your response, putting her hands comfortably on her belt. While all you could do was take a deep breath as you thought about her question when your eyes searched the room, finding your keys.

“I-I think…I think I drove here to see someone” you said softly, questioning why you were at the hospital in the first place before massaging your face briefly causing the nurse to nod at your ability to recall what you were planning to do earlier. Then she handed you the water bottle from the table, but the nurse asked you a question before you drank it.

“Miss Freeman, do you want me to get a doctor for you?” she asked and for a minute you thought about it knowing what she was getting at before shaking your head ‘No’ Your answer made Officer Mavis nod slowly in agreement before handing you her card.

“Here’s my card just in case you remember anything else later” Officer Mavis informed you wanting to make sure you were cared for, not realizing that you both had gone to school together.

“Thank you, Officer Mavis and Nurse Genie for looking out for me,” you thanked as you took the card from the officer before slowly getting back on your feet then the nurse walked over to you when you suddenly stumbled into the Police Officer. “Apologies Officer Mavis I wasn’t trying to make a pass at you” you apologized to the Officer causing her to laugh as Nurse Genie’s hands kept you steady.

“Don’t worry about it, you're fine, Freeman. I’ll help her over to the desk, Genie” she said aloud to the nurse. Then she led you to the right corner of the room so you could get your belongings.

Afterward, you wondered how you got into the hospital and who would have alerted the staff so you asked. “Nurse Genie…” You started, trying to come up with other words to help convey what you wanted to say as your brain felt foggy from the lack of sleep and not just the slight hangover you had “Who found me?”

Your question made her and the Officer stop and wonder for themselves as to who alerted the hospital so Nurse Genie looked over at you briefly before looking at the head nurse in the hallway. “Hey, Jackie, do you know who found our patient?” she asked before making her way to the front desk to help you check out.

“Of course, the name of the person who found her was Lauren. She was on her way to her car when she found Miss Freeman unconscious in the parking lot so she called Officer Mavis from outside to help get some staff for her and a bed” Head Nurse Jackie explained before looking at Officer Mavis. Her eyes looked her up and down as she smiled. Her smile brought a smile to your face as you noticed that look in her eye for the Officer beside you as she continued to help you across the hall, making it to the desk with you so could give your information and pay for your stay.

“Thank you ladies for your help” you thanked, as you signed your name on a pad so you could easily pay before you went into your phone genuinely surprised to see it in good condition. Then absentmindedly you opened up your notes to find a list of where you planned to go in the hospital.

To your surprise, you left yourself a note directing you on where to go in the hospital so some part of you realized that you can be forgetful but not black out forgetful. However, despite recent events, you pat yourself on the back for sort of looking out for yourself so you decide to let Genie know where you are going before heading to the elevator so you can see how Tara’s doing.

“SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! HE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!!!” Sam screams trying to get someone anyone’s attention while she runs down the hallway trying to create distance between her and the killer.

While she is running for her life you hear Sam’s scream causing you to go from your casual walking speed to a full on sprint down the hallway. “SAM!?” you scream out to her. “SAM!? WHERE ARE YOU!?” you yell out again trying to figure out where she is in the hospital before you both run smack into each other, falling to the floor. Although you can imagine that you both are in pain from the impact you sit up bringing your friend up along with you when you notice Sam crying on your chest. “Sammy” you call her by her nickname but she doesn’t look at you in fact she’s too occupied by her experience in the break room to hear your voice until you cup her face so she can focus on looking at you.

Then the officer on the floor came running into the hallway. “Hey Hey, what’s going on?” the officer asked, breathing heavily as you moved your hands from Sam’s face to her shoulders pushing her off of you so you could get up before helping her up afterward.

“Somebody tried to kill me in the breakroom” Sam cried as she held onto you and the cop looked at you before looking at the break room door which aggravated you.

“Deputy Vinson do your job or I will do it for you,” you said to him as Sam wrapped her hand around your arm. In contrast, her other hand gripped the lower part of your shirt and it only got tighter as you walked to the door with the officer before he opened the door to the break room causing Sam to breathe heavily. But to your surprise as well as the officers', no one was in the breakroom causing Sam to hide her face behind your back so for support you rubbed Sam’s hand on your arm to comfort her as you took a deep breath.

“I’m going to have to call this in,” Officer Vinson said as he turned around and walked out of the breakroom and into the main hallway where you and Sam felt safest “Sheriff Hicks we have a situation at the Woodsboro Hospital”

A few hours later Sheriff Judy Hicks arrives at the hospital after you use the bathroom in Tara’s room.

When you open the door to the bathroom you see Sam sitting on the couch, Richie sitting in a chair near her, and your little sister standing near Tara. You immediately notice how Sam looks like she’s either tired or dissociating from whatever happened to her earlier with her encounter with Tara’s killer so you go to sit next to her on the couch to give her some comfort.

“I’ve got a body outside a bar on Main and then you get attacked here. You said the call came from Amber’s number?” Sheriff Judy Hicks asked Sam, and you watched as the older Carpenter nodded to confirm her account of what happened before placing your knee near hers. You wanted to show Sam that despite the prior issues you have with her, you are willing to temporarily put them aside to support her in any way you can before leaning your back against the couch as you listen to the rest of the conversation in the room, soon your eyes gravitated to your little sister.

“So we know he cloned my phone before when he attacked Tara” Amber spoke up as she tried to get her head around what happened before, looking at Tara with a questioning look before looking back at Sheriff Hicks. After your eyes looked over to the next person who started talking, which was Sam’s boyfriend, Richie, someone you don’t really like for some reason.

“And um I’m just spitballing here..you're the killer” he stated so matter of factly which made your little sister give him a dirty look as you were about ready to kick his ass for insinuating that Amber would do such a thing to the two people you consider your extended family.

“What motive would my sister have, jackass?” you defended your sister as Richie stood up causing you to wonder if he was going to try and fight you when he turned his back on Amber to look at you. Then Sam placed her hand on your right thigh, shielding you, her hand caused you to briefly look at her while she used her other hand to place in front of Richie so he wouldn’t try anything.

“Richie stop, Y/n’s right...,” Sam says defending you while staring at her boyfriend. She asked him with her eyes to sit back down on the chair next to her but he didn't, not right away. Then for a brief minute, Sam looked over at you before squeezing your thigh until Sheriff Hicks asked Richie a question.

“And where were you when all of this happened?” Sheriff Hicks asked him with an inquisitive look, finding it odd that an outsider like him would just start pointing fingers at people in the room when he might not have an alibi.

Then Richie turned around “I-” he started before sitting back down in the free chair he found in the room earlier. “I-I was watching Netflix” he confessed as he felt embarrassed, scratching the scruffy beard he was growing on his face before massaging his neck.

You gave a heavy sigh as you went from looking at the side of your best friend's face to her hand on your thigh before looking at the side of Richie’s face. You were trying to figure out how Sam would allow herself to end up with a loser like Richie and not someone who has half decent qualities like yourself.

“Oooh yeah, a super solid alibi bro” Amber quipped because she found his response for an alibi to be so bad that he could easily have done it. But amongst the jabs, you found yourself looking between Richie and your sister because how they talk to each other seems so odd to you as if they’ve known each other but you can’t recall when your little sister would be out of your sight while your parents were home.

“So where were you?” Richie asked with a half smug smile like he’d caught Amber in a lie when the Sheriff spoke for her.

“I was questioning Amber and her friends at the Sheriff's station,” Sheriff Hicks said, which made you sit back and question where your sister really was because you can recall seeing her face when you left home earlier but not the stench of alcohol and cigarettes.

“Yeah, I came as soon as I heard…” you heard Amber say before she took another jab at Richie. “But you know the Netflix alibi is good too,” she said next causing you, Sam, and Sheriff Hicks to sigh.

“Both of you stop it,” Sheriff Hicks said, slightly annoyed at the constant jabs between the two of them when Sam removed her hand off your thigh to message her hand.

“You're gonna put more cops on her room right?” Sam asked Sheriff Hicks with the most serious face she could portray while you and Tara looked at each other for a moment before looking at Sam and then at the Sheriff.

“Yes, and I could move you to a private floor. Deputy Vinson knows what he’s doing, so you’ll be safe,” the Sheriff said with a serious face, trying to let Sam, who isn’t her favorite person, know that everything would be okay. But Sam doesn’t believe her words or the system.

“Like we’ve been so far?” Sam questioned the Sheriff and you slowly look from Sam to Sheriff Hick’s face because you’ve seen on very rare occasions how these two act around each other. You know it’s not good, but there is some truth to some of Sam’s concerns.

“Samantha let's step outside” you heard the Sheriff say and you know by the tone that what Hicks has to say to Sam is nothing good, especially with that tight lipped smile of hers, so when the girls left you put the strap from the cooler over you and stood near the doorway to eavesdrop.

“Nice to see you, Deputy Hicks,” Sam says to the Sheriff and you sigh because you know Sam can be stubborn. “So many fun memories” A part of you would like to say something to her about her attitude.

“It’s Sheriff Hicks, I remember you too and all of the trouble you used to cause your family,” She said at first and you could feel your blood pressure is about to rise from the Sheriff’s response alone. “Your presence here is not helping so maybe when the sun comes up, you and your boyfriend can hit the road and leave it to the people who actually care about this community” you heard the Sheriff say last and her response made the last part of their conversation very personal to you so when the Sheriff left, you opened the door to confront Sheriff Hicks.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to get in your way,” Sam said to you as she almost walked into you but thought it was weird that she didn’t hear a response. When she looked up you almost looked like a completely different person to her. “Y/n? Y/n don’t” she says to you while you walk past her and down the hallway to Sheriff Hicks.

“Hey Sheriff Hicks” you call the Sheriff’s name causing her to turn away from the elevator after she had called one up.. “I disagree with what you said to Sam a few minutes ago and I think it’s not right to use your biases to cloud your judgment when talking to someone who almost lost her little sister to a potential serial killer and then almost got killed herself,” you said calmly even though you can feel your blood boiling underneath your skin.

“This isn’t up for a debate Y/n, and that conversation was supposed to be between me and that trouble maker so stay out of it,” Sheriff Hicks told you as she tried her best to give you a subtle warning telling you to stop while you're ahead.

“I think this should be up for a debate because the way you are brushing off this incident with Sam is the same brushing off that you did with me and you fucking ignored me then too.” You spat with anger “Where were the people who cared about this community then uh? Because I don’t see one and especially a Sheriff who claims she cares when really, she’s full of shit.”

“Okay Miss Freeman..you don’t want to go down this path with me” Sheriff Hicks started, getting aggravated with you as she took a few steps away from the elevators so she could look at you head on.

“Well maybe I do Judy” you replied to the Sheriff causing her to clench her jaw when she heard her name coming out of your mouth. "Besides wouldn't be the first time" you continued, her respect for you wavering as she stepped ever so closer to you before Sam came to stop you.

“Y/n, there you are Tara wants to talk to you” Sam lies trying to get you away from the Sheriff when Sheriff Hick’s phone goes off as the two of you stay still, staring each other down.

Then you opened your mouth “I know that ringtone Judy. I know that’s Wes’s, you should probably answer that call before he decides to send a search party to come looking for you.” You continued watching as Sheriff Hicks became conflicted because she taught Wes that if she isn’t home by the time she’s supposed that he should call her not once but twice, however, if he has to call for the third time then something might be wrong if she doesn't pick up.

However, Sheriff Hicks lets the call go knowing her rule and because of that rule, she steps away from you but not before warning you for the third time. “Say one more thing. Voice one more snarky thing to me and I’ll have no choice but to arrest you, Y/n” Sheriff Hicks said to you through gritted teeth hoping you would back down first but you don’t.

“Judy, I think if you can’t handle a bit of heat from a citizen while in uniform then you don’t deserve to wear that badge nor have the title of Sheriff that Dewy gave you,” you said, giving the last word as the elevator dinged beside you both.

After saying what you said, Sheriff Hicks takes a deep breath before slowly nodding as she tries her best to refrain from putting you in handcuffs. Because deep down she knows you're right, so in her final attempts to not abuse her power as Sheriff, she walks away from you. “Have a good night ladies" Sheriff Hicks says calmly, before heading into the elevator and fishing for the phone in her pocket to call her son back as the elevator doors close.

After the elevator doors closed you turned to Sam. “Okay,” you started trying to calm down. “You said Tara wanted to talk to me?” you asked before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. However, when you opened your eyes, you didn’t expect Sam to get in your face.

“It was a lie” Sam replies, a little mad that you didn’t listen to her the first time so she backs you into the wall behind you. “What the hell were you thinking?” she asked angrily trying to figure out how far your head was up your ass because she didn’t want you to go to jail for saying something stupid in her defense.

“What? An old friend you haven’t seen but ignored for five years can’t defend you?!” you question her with anger. For a moment Sam says nothing to you. All she can do is look at you, your question leaving her in shock while you look at her with steel eyes.

“Y/n I-” Sam started but didn’t she know what to say to you, she was speechless before her attention was occupied by the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway so she looked away from you.

“There you both are,” Amber says exasperated causing you to look away from Sam to face your little sister.

“What do you want Amber?” you asked, trying not to get mad at your little sister for interrupting your conversation with Sam.

“I’m here for Sam not you” Amber answered. Then she looked at Sam “Your boyfriend, and your little sister are looking for you” she explained before giving you a dirty look.

“Uh thanks,” Sam said softly to your little sister then she turned to you briefly before walking away.

“What was that about?” Amber asked you after Sam left you both by the elevator hallway to see her sister.

“It’s nothing you should be concerned about,” you replied to your little sister as you slowly started to feel slightly aggravated once again. You weren’t sure why you started to feel this way, angry and sad, so to hide from these feelings, you attempted to walk away from your little sister so you could check on Sam and Tara, but Amber stopped you by pulling your arm.

“Why do you still care about her?” your sister asked you so you turned around to face her. “Why do you still care about Sam? After everything she’s put you through,” Amber continued to ask, trying to get you to isolate yourself from the people you trust and deemed worthy of being a part of your family, your inner circle.

“I’m going to stop you right there Amber,” you said sternly, pulling your arm out of your sister’s grasp. Then you turned around at the sound of your best friend crying but soon realized that Sam had confided in her boyfriend, not you.

Amber follows your gaze and immediately becomes annoyed that you’ve become so caught up in your best friend once again so she tries her best to manipulate you once more. “What if she’s the kil-” Amber started to accuse her but you wouldn’t have it.

“Open your eyes Amber why the fuck would she hurt her little sister of all people? It’s not like she’s some unhinged fan of the Stab franchise!” you yelled at your sister but your argument didn’t go unnoticed because without looking back you knew Sam and her boyfriend were looking at you both so you just left the hospital to save face.

While you were leaving, Amber followed you with her eyes not nearly as satisfied as what she had done to you a few years prior before looking down the hall where she had witnessed your best friend being kissed by Richie briefly. But feeling jealous, Amber could only imagine what it would feel like to have his lips on her own before she watched Sam leave his side to go somewhere else for the moment. However, after Sam left, Amber noticed Richie look down the hallway, she was caught in his gaze and then noticed his lips moving, quietly asking if she was okay from afar. All Amber could do was nod tiredly before walking towards the elevators to go find you so she could make it home and hoping that by the morning she would find a way to get back at you for disrespecting her in front of Richie.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Coming Soon)

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italljustkindahappened2 · 2 months ago

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I’ve lost hope on my other account (rip @italljustkindahappened🫡) but it’s okay I’ll just take the opportunity to reintroduce myself and repost my info here!

Hi, I’m Jay, I’m 20 (she/her) and I just recently got into Henry Danger after it blew up again. My favorite character is Henry bc I relate to him A LOT, and my fav ship is Chenry. I’m open to other ships (esp Hensper) unless they’re just straight up weird *cough cough henray*. I’ve also watched Danger Force, and my fav character is Bose (haha can you see a similarity in why I relate to those characters) and fav ship is Bomika, although again I’m open to other ships (just not Bapa tbh😅).

Here’s a list of my HD headcanons (updated when I think of something new):

1. Charlotte is the only one who bothered to learn Dystopian- the boys just guess and use translating apps

2. Henry and Charlotte go on little “dates” but they insist it’s as friends.. everyone knows that’s not true

2a. Jasper always insists on coming with them on these dates (oblivious to the fact that they are dates since they tell him it’s not a date) and sometimes they’re nice and let him come with them but they also sneak away when he’s not looking

3. Jasper and Henry share an apartment, Charlotte’s internship/scholarship paid for an apartment for her so she lives alone- piper stays with her when she’s visiting

3a. Both the boys are SHIT at cooking, so they invite Charlotte over every night to “hang out.” She knows that it’s because they want her to cook for them but she just does it so often it becomes routine.. until she moves away and their meals become.. interesting.. since they don’t get paid enough for their crime fighting to get take out often.

4. Sometimes Henry gets nightmares of when he was “dying”/ when his missions went wrong so he has a hard time sleeping

4a. When Jasper hears Henry screaming or waking up from his nightmares, he always rushes over to his room and comforts him until they both fall back asleep.. sometimes he gets in Henry’s bed and he just hugs/ cuddles him

4b. Henry has a harder time when Charlotte leaves for school bc she was MUCH better at calming him down from his anxiety and panic attacks than Jasper (although Jasper tries his best). They become more frequent and uncontrollable and he sometimes isolates himself, making Jasper worry.

4c. Ray also has nightmares, but it’s a recurring one of Henry dying on a mission when he was young. He wants to be seen as this “manly independent” man, so he doesn’t really entrust this information to anyone (unless you count credenza later but that’s technically DF). Schwoz sometimes comes in early to work on a project and hears it happening, sometimes comforting him back into a restful sleep without Ray waking up or figuring out it is Schwoz helping him.

5. Schwoz comes and visits in Dystopia when he’s not busy with DF but Ray doesn’t as much.. Schwoz goes on about DF and how cool they are- but you can tell he misses the ogs

6. For Halloween once, Ray dressed as Batman, Henry as Robin, Charlotte as Starfire, Jasper as beast boy, and Piper as Raven

7. When Jasper brought home his first boyfriend, Henry starting acting very jealous, trying to one up his actions and compliment himself- that was when he realized he was bi

8. Sometimes when Charlotte and Henry are alone on the couch, she runs her hand on his chest and back, pointing to each of the scars and asking him to tell the story of how he got it. She never gets tired of hearing the stories.

9. Their main types of love language:

Henry: acts of service and quality time

Charlotte: words of affirmation and acts of service

Jasper: gift giving and quality time

Ray: words of affirmation and acts of service

10. Henry and Charlotte def kissed each other after the “I dream of danger” events… they wanted to see what they really felt about each other but never really figured it out until after the last episode’s blimp incident/ them moving to Dystopia

11. When they were younger, Henry and Charlotte definitely did the “when we’re older I’m gonna marry you” fake proposal with a fake little ring (prob a ring pop)- they both pretend they forgot about it but they remember it very clearly

12. Henry is a Virgo. He is hardworking, sassy, committed to his job and his friends (he’s basically me)

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Piper: Lesbian

Charlotte: Pan or Demi

Henry: Bi

Jasper: Gay

Schwoz: trans

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My Chenry playlist:

My Reddit:

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ornii · 2 years ago

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Folie à deux II: Addams

As the crowd roars as the final note plays, (Y/n) stands before them, exhausted but smiling. He raises the mic to his mouth and gives one last speech.

“Before I leave.. i Wanna say something, you can do anything you put your mind to, put your mind towards it and you’ll reach the top, legends never die. “ with those parting words he departed the stage to applause that could be heard around the world, (Y/n) walks off stage and to his manager, Karl, after a bit of reluctance he accepted one, and he’s never looked back on it. He slumps down wand Karl sits with him.

“Last city, and ended it with a bang, gotta say you did perfect, Celebes are all over your Twitter.” He said smiling and pats (Y/n) on the shoulder.

“Thanks..” (Y/n) Said, obviously weary.

“Look get on the bus, we’ll head home and you take a long break, I’m sure you got more music to work on.” He says and (Y/n) nods and stretched, and headed back to the tour bus, after sitting inside the exquisite bus, he hears the tv play.

“(Y/n)‘s “Welcome World” Tour had ended and with over 40 concerts done it ends and overall fantastic reception, after a debut single and his first Album “Beyond.” Eyes Are on the young star and we can only imagine what he has in store.” They say, he turns the tv off and falls into a deep sleep.

A Few months pass, and all seems well for you, while a big chunk of the internet is absolutely crazy for you, you never let it get to your heard, more importantly your music is slowing down unfortunately, working 20 hours straight trying to focus on producing a beat takes its toll physically and mentally. As you slump in your chair across your station, Karl enters and peers over.

“You Look Tired, Cmon take a Break, i Wanna talk to you about somethin.” He said, you reluctantly stop the beat and remove your headphones.

“What’s up?” You say and Karl sits down.

“I’ve been thinking and you’re burned out, you can’t keep this up forever and you’ll end up hating it, so, why don’t you focus on somethin different for a bit?” He says.

“Like?” You say asking for an example. Karl leans in.

“This is between you and us, but I chatted with some executives on Netflix and they’re producing a show, you know the Addams family right?” He says, and you smirk and snap your fingers twice.

“Who doesn’t?” You reply.

“Okay Okay Smart ass.” He replies jokingly, “Netflix wants to do a series on the Uh, what’s her name? Wednesday.. yeah and it’s going to be in a boarding school, and with that type of young actors, it’s perfect for you to get your feet wet.” He explains.

“Sounds cool Enough..” you say. And check your phone. “How longs the shoot?”

“Few months? They got the girl from scream or whatever.” Karl says, which immediately catches you off guard, your head jerks up and you lean in.

“Jenna?” You ask.

“Uh yeah that’s her name, she was in other movies but yeah— so—“

“Yes!” You say a bit too excited for Karl, who was caught off guard. He chuckles, “Okay kid don’t go kissing her feet when you see her.”

You scoff at this.

“Ha! As if I-I don’t.. do that.” You say, and Karl shrugs, “I’ll call the executives and let Em know.” He says and leaves you alone, a giddy feeling in your chest goes wild as you stand up, reinvigorated!

The next week was the first week of shooting, and was nerve wracking, sitting inside your trailer you read the script, the director, the Tim Burton stood across from you, a legend who made some of the most unique films, a Nightmare Before Christmas, The Corpse Bride, Beetlejuice! Even the 1989 Batman film! It was like meeting a figure from your childhood.

“Okay, so.. who am I going to play?”

“You’ll be playing a man named (Y/n) Healy. An Irish demon, you’ve heard of the old tale of Balor and the evil eye? Basically that, but a more, human aspect.”

“Okay… and his role is he the, Villian?”

“No, in fact he’s going to be with Wednesday.” He says and your face loses color, wether it was excitement or embarrassment, you weren’t sure but you don’t hate the idea. “Okay.” You say nodding.

“I’ll method act the blindness, I’ll need a cane..”

“The props we have will work wonders, but it’ll be up to you to make the watchers believe it.”

“Yeah.” You say with confidence, Tim nods and leaves and you read over the first episode, and start to come to some terms with what you’ll be doing. You stand up to go get dressed and out of the trailer, and you’re suddenly almost face to face with a blonde haired girl.

“Oh! Sorry.” She says, and you step back, but accidentally bump into the the trailer with a bang.

“Oh! Hey!!” You day as she obviously tries not to laugh. You awkwardly chuckle. “My bad if this was your trailer..”

“It’s not.. i just came to say hey, I’m Emma, I play Enid.”

“Myers?” You reply and she nods, you shake her hand.

“It’s great to meet you!”

“You too! Your musics pretty amazing, so when I heard you were a part of this I just had to say hello at least.” Emma says and you thank her immensely.

“Thanks, seriously I mean it, so.. are you heading to make up?”

“I am, ready?” She says and you nod, following, entering another trailer to get your face to look as unrealistically handsome as possible, you continue to talk.

“So, your character is a, Werewolf? That’s.. pretty cool.”

“really?” She replies, “I’m glad, Tim showed me how her character works and, I think I can make it, yours sounds charming, charismatic and kinda chaotic.”

“Huh, then I’ll do just fine.” You say, the words barely rolled in your mind before you said that, which made you just sound egotistical, but Emma smiles

“You’re confident! That’s good!” She says, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile. You get dressed with your glasses and work on your script with Emma, and prepare for the first scene for you to shoot. You sit on a stone bench and are awaiting, and you hear a “Action.” You pretend to drink Tea, before Emma, (Enid), walks over and places her hands over your “Blind” eyes

"Guess Who~" She says, and You play your role to perfection

"Enid.. you know that doesn't work, right?" You say, and she lets go, and sits next to you. You turn to her, but act as if you can’t see her.

"I know, but I didn't want to cover your ears, you couldn't hear me then (Y/n)." She says smiling.

"Well, what's new? You're pretty exited.." You ask. And she acts so; amazingly, her cheerful tone, the cute highlights in her hair.

"I should and called you about it but let me give you the deets, I'm getting a roomie!" She says, and you smile in response to this

"That's great, is someone changing dorms?" You ask.

"No, she's transferring from another school, Wednesday Addams! I did. my research and she got expelled from her last school." She explains and you Sip from the tra

"Yeah she tossed piranhas into the school pool and a boy lost a testicle." She flatly said, and you, which wasn’t part of the script almost cough up the tea. Instead of asking to stop you roll with it

"E-Enid, are you... sure You want someone like that to Room with you? I think Principal Weems would understand you wanting a transfer."

"What? No! We're going to be the best of friends! I can already picture it! Doing each others hair, nails, talking about all the gossip at Nevermore, the Boys~" She says, you nod sadly and go with it

"Well, I hope you have fun then." You said, before Principal Weems spoke up from behind you.

"Miss Sinclair." She said with this gaudy and proper tone, Enid quickly turns around, and smiles.

"Please, allow me to bring you up to your new Roommate, good morning also to you Mister Healy." She said, turning her attention towards you, and give a bow.

"Good Morning Principal." He replies, "Could I ask you what time it is?" You say, and she checks her watch.

"Nearing Seven."

"Ah, well I should get to feeding the crows then." You stand up with your cane and walk over to a cage of birds, granted the bird keeper said they don’t bite, but you don’t prefer to take risks, you “feed” them, you act oblivious of the two approaching and you recite the lines in your head.

"And this, is (Y/n) Hearly. (Y/n), this is Wednesday Addams." Emma says, you turn around to act oblivious again, but you couldn’t this time, her clothing, her deadpanned face, even though she showed no emotion you were absolutely smitten by her, Wednesdays Addams, Tara carpenter, those names meant nothing to you, the only word that rang though your mind, was “Jenna”.

#netflix #male reader #wednesday #wednesday addams x male reader #reader insert #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wedensday x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x male reader

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venusdian · 4 months ago

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The Black Aesthetic - 003.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

"Being Black isn't an Aesthetic, It's culture."

(This is a mixture of 1st & 3rd POV) - 2.7K Words

omniscient

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Greg hated having Car rider duties. It meant he had to stay until every student was picked up. Sometimes, it could be hours before they were picked up. Luckily, it was also Janine’s week as well. So he wasn’t going to be alone. Janine and Greg were making small talk when they heard King Von’s Went Silly, coming from the Car ride line. They furrowed their eyebrows, trying to find where it was coming from.

It was a white 2023 Audi A4 pulling up.

“That’s a choice.” Janine mutters to Greg. Greg chuckles.

“I feel bad for any kid that has to go home to that.” The driver’s door opens. They expect a young man in their 20s or 30s, dressed in streetwear and maybe wearing a shiesty too. They take a deep breath, knowing they will face a confrontational person as they must ask for ID before releasing the child.

“Should I call security?” Janine worriedly asks. Greg shakes his head.

“Nah, we should be good.” The radio turns off. A foot swung out, and it was Elmo slippers on the person’s feet. They groaned. Even worse, somebody’s ghetto-ass momma, who probably has an expired license.

“Ok, you might have to call security.” Greg worriedly says. The person finally got out of the car, and to his shock, it was Marí, and she looked fine as hell. She wore a Strapless Crème Blouse that accentuated her breasts. Her blouse was tucked in her navy blue pencil Skirt. She had taken off the Navy blue blazer she wore with it. Her hair was in a bun with curly sideburns. She walked up to them.

“Hey, I’m here to pick up Gigi.” Greg was speechless and confused. Janine noticed. She cleared her throat.

“You have your ID?” Marí nods.

“Yeah, Let me go get it.” She returned to her car, and Greg watched as her hips swayed left to right. She opens her car door and leans in the car, Seeing how her butt poked out the door. Greg could feel his pants tightening. Janine tapped him. Greg shakes out his thoughts and looks over at Janine.

“You ok?” Greg hummed.

“Yeah, just tired.” He mutters. Marí walked back over to them and handed her ID to Janine.

“I’ll be back.” She says, going back into the school.

“King Von?” Greg asks as Marí rolls her eyes.

“That’s my nigga. Rest in Peace.” Greg chuckles, shaking his head.

“You’re still the same ol’ Marí.”

“You already know you can’t take the Clinton out of the girl.” Greg bit his bottom lip, with his arms folded, nodding.

“Yeah, you’re right. You lucky it looks good on you.” Greg knew he shouldn’t have said that, but he couldn’t help himself. She blushed, looking down.

“Greg, You better stop.”

“Or else what?” His tone deepens an octave. She looks up at him. Those eyes, he noted to himself. Her brown eyes and that look of desire always made him ready to strip her out of her clothes.

“AUNTIE!!!!” Genesis screams, breaking the sexual tension between the pair. Marí knelt as Genesis ran into her arms. Marí embraced her and smothered her with kisses as Genesis giggled. Greg looked at her, admiring their bond. Greg always thought that the look he gave to Marí and Genesis would be with their own kids.

He thinks about all those late-night talks they had in her bedroom. How they planned to get out of Anslem and move to Washington to start their own family. He would be in education, and she would be doing something lucrative. A career didn’t matter to her. She just wanted to be happy and so did he.

They were each other’s happiness.

“Bye! Mr. Eddie! I’ll see you tomorrow!” Genesis happily says, walking away with Marí. They walked off, and Janine watched his face as they walked off. This worried her. She didn’t want to think that Greg was still in love with Mari, but his actions weren’t helping. When they’re together, her insecurities go away, but as soon as Marí pops up, it’s like Greg forgets all sense and focuses on Marí. Maybe she needs a third perspective on this situation. Maybe, she was worried over nothing.

It’s not like Marí is always going to be around. Right?

Courtney

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I sat at my piano, writing a new song. I’ve always been a singer and songwriter since my days in E.W. I used to write songs while Marí played the piano. I fell out of touch with it when I got older, and Instagram was really getting big. I became an influencer because it was easy money, but now the influencer lifestyle was growing very tiring. I was getting bored with putting a camera on my face and lying about how I use whatever brand that pays the best.

I’m still a party girl, of course! You can’t take the party out of me! But, I really want to want to hone in my craft! See that?! I used Hone, learned that in my daily learn-a-new-word app! I only downloaded the app because I wanted to sharpen my skills when it comes to this writing shit. I don’t want to be another stupid influencer turned musician.

A knock on the door disturbed my craft. I got up and walked over to the door. I looked through the peephole, and it was the man of the hour. Noah Laurier, the man who has been ignoring me for the past few days. I unlocked my door and opened it with a slight attitude cause I wanted him to feel my anger.

“Look, I’m sorry that I’ve been ignoring you. It’s that Alex Crane is working on a comeback tour after having her—” I put my hand up.

“It’s fine,” I muttered. Noah gives me a smile, which is kind of cute, I won’t lie.

Honestly, Between you, me, and god? I’ve always had a crush on Noah. He’s tall, built like a Greek god, and has these beautiful green eyes. AND DO NOT GET ME STARTED WITH HIS VOICE! His voice is like butter, he could read me a sex scene any day! But, I have 1 strict rule and that is to not mix business with pleasure. I do not form any romantic or sexual relationships with people I work with. Honestly, personal too, but Marí broke that rule by offering to be my manager and she did a damn good job at it too!

She gotten me brand deals only big influencers get, like I mean people with over a Million followers, got me invited to events, and had me doing more than just walk-throughs and partying. She made me a viral name. So you know how pissed I was when she took that promotion, but I couldn’t blame her. She went from making 5-figures yearly to 6-figures with the job change.

But I still miss her as my manager. Noah is great, but I don’t feel like he’s listening to my desire to become a musician.

I let Noah in, closing the door behind him. He takes a seat on my White Italian leather sofa. I got that one of my many splurges. It wasn’t in the budget, but I made it fit. I got an earful from my finance advisor, but it was totally worth it! I sit beside him and smile.

“So Alex Crane will be in Town since her producer is here for a family emergency.” I hummed, nodding. I heard about Max is on Fire!’s Mom getting ill. I know Max is Alex Crane’s go-to producer, I’ve been trying to work with him for MONTHS!

“Well, I booked you a studio session with him at around 8:30 PM at Royal Studios.” I gasped.

“YOU DID NOT!” I said, shocked. Noah smiles, giving me a small chuckle.

“Yes, you don’t have to worry about the bill. Marí is paying for the Studio time.” I hummed, nodding. This must be Marí’s doing. Which is disappointing, but expected. The one person who truly believes in me isn’t on my team, anymore. It hurts knowing that Marí suggested this and not Noah. I know people think, I’m some ditzy girl who uses my looks to get ahead in life. And—That might be true.

But I’m more than that, and I’m ready to show the world that. Noah looked over at me, and his happy face turned sad. I guess he can pick up the vibes. He places his hand on my thigh.

“Hey, I want to clarify that I’m not putting you on the back burner. I’m unfortunately juggling a lot of other responsibilities as well. When Marí insisted I take over her clients, I didn’t realize how many influential ones I would be handling. These clients are already well-established, and Marí’s role is primarily to ensure everything runs smoothly. I now have to manage both her workload and mine. I hope that once I get the clearance for Alex, I can focus more on you. I know how serious you are about music, and I assure you that we will get you to where you want to be. Please give me some time to prove that I can do this job.”

His sincere words warmed my heart and my pussy too. I wanted to say some out-of-pocket shit. Like, Show me in the bedroom or something cool. But, I needed to control myself. I needed to act professionally.

“Ok, thanks,” I muttered. Noah gets up.

“It’s getting pretty late, I should get going.” I followed.

“Yeah,” I muttered. I did not want that man to leave. We walked to my door and he looked back at me before I opened the door.

“I’ll make sure I call you to remind you.” I smiled and nodded. Whew! His lips look so good. I wanted to sit on them. It was better if I didn’t say anything. I opened the door and Noah left my apartment. I closed the door and turned my back against the door, taking a deep breath. My rose Toy will hate me tonight.

Marí

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I placed Gigi’s Doctor Mcstuffin’s plate in front of her. She picks up her small pink fork and spoon, digging into the dinner I made. I made Macaroni & Cheese, Grilled chicken, and Sweet corn. Her chicken was already cut for her. I returned to the stove and made myself a plate before sitting at the table with Gigi.

Moments like these make my childhood self, happy. I’ve always wanted My mom and me to have dinner together. I didn’t even realize parents have dinner with their kids until I went to Tailah’s house in 1st grade. They said grace and then ate dinner while talking about their day.

That was when I first felt envy. Because once I went back home? I was left to my own vices. My aunt Ava had gone to Philly, running after her first husband. So, I had to quickly learn how to heat up my TV dinner because, if I didn’t? I was going to go to bed hungry. I had nobody to talk to about my day.

It was just me and those goddamn bullets outside cause niggas don’t know how to fight.

So, I cherish these moments with Gigi.

“How was your day?” I asked Gigi, cutting into my grilled chicken. Gigi swallows her food and wipes the corner of her lips with a napkin.

“It was fine, and yours?” I chuckled.

“It was ok, Gigi.” Gigi hums.

“Auntie?” I looked up and nodded.

“Yea?”

“Do you still love Mr. Eddie?” I choked on my food, stunned by the question. I stammer a bit while trying to find the words.

“Uhm, why do you ask?” She takes a sip from her cup and smiles.

“I see the way you look at him. You look at him like mommy looks at daddy. I think Mr. Eddie loves you, too.” I hummed.

“Well, Mr. Eddie is with Ms. Teagues.” Gigi shrugs.

“But, you two love each other.” I sighed. I didn’t think we would be having this conversation now. I was expecting her to be a teenager, and in her first real relationship, but I was sadly mistaken. Gigi is just too damn smart.

“Well, just because two people love each other, it doesn’t mean they can be together.” Gigi hums, nodding.

“That’s stupid, Auntie.” I chuckled.

“Well, it’s life, Gigi. You’ll learn that life doesn’t make sense nor is fair.” Gigi nods.

“Well, I want you to be with Mr. Eddie. You deserve love too, Auntie.” My eyes watered as she said those words. It was like I was talking to my younger self. I gave her a small smile, deep down, she was right. After Gregory and I broke up, I started to wonder if love was meant for me.

The man I planned my whole life with was gone. Yes, it was my fault because I allowed fear to get in the way, but I guess, I was hoping that Greg would rescue me like he always did. He’s been rescuing me ever since I was ten. He knew all my fears, my weakness, my pain. Starting all over was hard.

I dated around, but they never compared to Gregory. The love they gave wasn’t like Gregory’s. That’s why I’m in therapy now. To understand myself and save myself, but every time I see him—

My younger self wants me to be with him and make things right. We were each other’s safe haven. When he dealt with the loss of his mother, I was right there. When he had those insecurities that stemmed from his father’s ignorance, I was right there. My younger self needed him, and I was too stubborn to let him be there for me.

But he had Janine, and I need to learn to have myself.

“I know, Gigi. It’s just not my time yet.” I assured her. Gigi looks down at her food, then looks up at me.

“It will be soon. I know it!” Gigi assures me. I smiled.

“Thanks.” My phone rings. I get up from my seat and go to the kitchen counter. Tailah was calling. I answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, can Genesis stay the night? I just got called into work, and Devin’s mother is in the hospital. He’s driving to Knoxville to be there with the family.” I hummed, nodding.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Do they know what’s wrong?”

“Uhm, no. All I know is, that Dexter called saying she was in the hospital and it’s urgent. I’ll keep you posted.” I nod.

“Alright, Do you need me to pick her up too?”

“No. I’m going to pick her up and take her with me to Knoxville so we can be there for Devin.”

“Ok, Tell Devin, I’ll keep him in my thoughts.”

“Alright.” Tailah hangs up the phone. I placed the phone back on the counter and looked over at Gigi.

“We’re having a slumber party.” Gigi’s eyes lit up in excitement.

“YAY!!!!! Have you finished reading The Dark Side of the Moon?” Gigi questions. I listened to the audiobook on my way to work. For a sixth-grade book, it’s actually not bad, just a bit confusing. Since Gigi and I both like to read, Every month, depending on how long the book is, we read it together, and then, we discuss it, answering any questions Gigi might have.

“Uhm, I did, but I was confused about Jahil’s role in the book.” Gigi nods.

“I did too at first, but I think it’s up to interpretation.” I nod. I furrowed my eyebrows. What did Gigi think about the gifted program?

“Gigi, how would you feel about joining the gifted program?” Gigi shrugs.

“Mr. Eddie let me sit in with them during recess. It’s cool. My daddy doesn’t want me to do it, though.” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, I heard Mommy and Daddy fighting about it. I don’t want my parents to break up.” Gigi confesses. Her tone saddens me, making me feel bad. I walked over to Gigi and kneeled to her. I grabbed her small hands and made her look at me.

“Gigi, your parents love each other very much. They will not break up, but if you want to join the gifted program, you can, ok?” I assured her. Gigi looked down. I could tell she seemed unsure about my words.

“I promise.” Gigi looks up and smiles at me.

“You do?” I nod.

“Of course.”

“Then, yes. I like the gifted program. They have an amazing book selection.” I chuckled, kissing her forehead and getting up.

“I know, they do.”

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skepticscribe · 5 months ago

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TW: Mentions of SA

I’m so tired of Christian’s criticizing and making fun of other religions but then they throw a fit when the same thing happens to them.

Yes, I entirely agree that all religions should be critiqued. BUT THAT INCLUDES YOUR RELIGION TOO.

You don’t have a right to critiques the Quran and act like your religion is so righteous when there’s still many fucked up things in the Bible.

“But in Islam, they say that *insert bad thing* is okay!” And so does the Bible?? Seriously, look into the Old Testament. Need some examples?

2 Kings 2:23-24 > God kills some children (the verse states their boys and not men, meaning children) because they called Elisha bald. Yeah. That’s the verse. Literal children are being mauled by bears all because they made fun of someone for being bald. Yes, making fun of someone is bad but that’s an extreme reaction. They didn’t even get the chance to repent.

Judges 16:27-30 > Samson being a terrorist. He murdered a ton of people, which is a sin in the Bible (until god tells them to because that makes so much sense and isn’t hypocritical at all)

Exodus 21:20-21 > A tutorial on how to abusive your slaves

1 Timothy 2:12 > misogyny

Deuteronomy 22:23-24 > blames the woman for being SA’d because she “didn’t scream for help loud enough”

I could ramble for hours about verses like these. There’s so many fucked up shit in the Bible and it’s just ignored bc “god knows best”. Yes, you’re allowed to critique other religions, but it doesn’t make sense for you to criticize them over the exact same things that your religion defends. I don’t hate the message itself, I hate how hypocritical it is.

I’ll probably write a more in depth and less ranty essay on these verses another time so don’t expect these explanations to be my best. There really just summaries of each verse.

And no, I won’t be doing any essays or rants on Islam. Why? Because I grew up Christian, go to a Christian school, etc etc. I have religious trauma and this is my outlet for it. I have zero experience or knowledge in Islam, so I know that I do not have a right to critique it.

YIPEE this is finally done

#atheism #atheist #christianity #ex christian #skepticism #evolution #religious trauma #secularism

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penelopespoety · 2 years ago

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♡ The New Boy ♡ PT .1

Timmy Tim

Back Ground Information……

~Your 16 in high school

~Your popular

~Your ex is a jock (he wants you back)

~you have 3 best friends ( Emma, Chloe, Susan)

~you stay in a nice house & you only live with your mom

~ your the only kid

~your middle class

~ worst enemy (Sasha)

~ munches (group chat name)

♡ The New Boy ♡

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“I’ll see you guys this weekend right?”

You questioned as you walked out of school

“YES!!” Your friends screamed while walking away in a different direction

“OK” you screamed back and continued to walk home

You were checking your Instagram feed not paying any attention to your surroundings

When someone suddenly stepped in front of you

“Y/N you look so good in that outfit” You heard a familiar voice say with a deep voice

( what your wearing)

“why haven’t you been replying to my calls or my messages”

You snapped back into reality already knowing who it was

Your toxic, abusive & manipulative ex

You rolled your eye’s already know where this conversation is going

He’s not over you but your wayyy over him

“Spenser I’m not having this conversation we have been broken up for like three months move on”

you said with a tired expression on your face

“But I love you and I just can’t get over you” he said

“well I’m not the one who cheated” you mumbled under your breath while looking down

He just stared at you not moving an inch

Which scared you knowing how abusive he was

“We can discuss this at your house later ” he said

Then you remembered your mom invited him over for her going away party because

She’s leaving for a business trip after tomorrow

You mentally slap your head regretting not telling your mom that he cheated on you

“Mmhm” you said with a forced smile walking away from the situation

You finally made it home and see a U-haul truck parked in what used to be the empty house right next door

You see that your mom has already walked over to meet the new neighbors

It looked like she look was talking to a middle age woman around her age

So you just walked in the house and turned on the tv to your favorite show (outer banks)

20 minutes later

You heard the door open and close and you knew it was your mom

“Your not going to speak to the neighbors, or even welcome them to the neighborhood” your mom said

“I had to watch the new season of otter banks I’ll go introduce myself after this episode goes off” you said

“No your going to introduce yourself to them now. Her name is Nicole flender

Call her ms.Flinders though” your mom said

“Ugh I have to go now??” You said

“Yes plus you and timothee are the same age become his friend he has none here” she said

“Who is timothee?” You said

“Ms. Flinders son he is beautiful. His face is just Gorgeous to bad your dating spencer” she laughed and jokingly said

But you didn’t find that funny at all because y’all been broke up after you found out he cheated on you with your worst enemy(Sasha) at YOUR house party in YOUR room in YOUR bed

“ Go introduce yourself NOW y/n”

“OKAY IM GOING” you said

‘This boy better be Gorgeous the way she got me walking next door to introduce myself to him’ you thought

You took a deep breath before knocking 3 times

Nobody answered…

Just when you we’re about to knock again the woman you seen your mom talking to answered opened the door

“Hello you must be cassies daughter” she said with a welcoming smile

“Yup that’s me” u said laughing awkwardly

“Well I’m ms.flinder it’s so nice to meet u and I just have to say you are such a beautiful girl” she said smile treating you as if you were her daughter

“Thank you so much” you said almost blushing you love compliments

“I should introduce you too my son Timothee while your here” she said

And you just nodded

“TIMOTHEE COME DOWN HERE I WANT YOU TO MEET CASSIES DAUGHTER” She screamed

And it kind of shocked you seeing that she really wanted us to meet so you finally spoke up and said

“I’ll just come back tomorrow he seems busy”

“He’s not busy he just can’t hear me…………… why don’t you just go up there and introduce yourself” she said

Your eyes widen at her “command”

“Oh no it’s okay I’ll meet later” you said smiling

“No I insist you go up there”

“ Okay” you said with a scared feeling

“Don’t worry he doesn’t bite” she said jokingly with a smile

“I’m going to run to the store but it’s upstairs the 1st room on the left is his just walk in he’s not doing anything” she said getting into her car

“ Okay” you said

Walking in slowly closing the door behind you

You start walking up the stairs and got the whiff of vanilla which was your favorite sent and you loved it. As you got closer and closer the the door you just hoped he was as gorgeous as your mom said.

You slowly opened the door and see a bed, a few pictures of a band named gorillaz on his wall, boxes, a nice dresser and desk for gaming. You were in the middle of his room but didn’t see him nowhere

Suddenly you hear the shower turn off and you face palmed yourself not knowing if you should run or hide

“Who are you?” a deep attractive voice said from behind you

You turned around slowly and seen that only his lower half was wrapped up in a towel but u couldn’t take your eyes off of the scene in-front of you u took a step back

and you slowly looked up seen his toned abs with your mouth wide open and up to his face which you couldn’t see because his dripping wet hair was in-front of it

“I-II IM sorry didn’t know you were in the s-shower” you said with stuttering

It’s okay” he said slightly laughing at you

“You can you can wait downstairs for me unless you want to see me naked”he said with a wink

And you stood there speechless not knowing if you should say I’ll wait downstairs or I want to see you naked he broke your thoughts when he finally said

“I was joking you can wait downstairs for me” he said kind of smiling but u couldn’t really tell because his long hair

“Ok” you said and walked out of his room and let out a huge sigh and rushed downstairs

You walked down into the living room and started blushing still replaying the Scene of his abs and you smiled so hard

“Why are you smiling so hard” timothee said

You were to caught up in your thoughts you didn’t even realize he was at the bottom of the stairs looking at you

You turned around and seen

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jodilin65 · 20 years ago

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TUESDAY, AUGUST 31, 2004 And again the sleep curse got me, though not by the bird. I just kept waking up. Mostly because of strange dreams or because I was cold. I suppose I’d sleep better in a more temperature-stable environment, but knowing how far off that is, along with things like a bathroom that’s bigger than 3x3 makes me want to scream! I try not to think of it, but when I do, it’s in happy anticipation. Once in a more normal and civilized setting, I’ll be all the more grateful and appreciative of it after missing it for so long. So many people take so many things for granted, like water and electricity. When you’re so used to walking up to a water faucet and simply turning it on and having instant water, as well as effortlessly walking up to a light switch and flicking it on for instant light, and having outlets that work all the time, you don’t realize how easy you had it till you have to live like we are now.

Anyway, I slept from about 1:00 to 7:00, then mainly laid around till 11:00. Meanwhile, I’m too tired to bounce or do much of anything.

MONDAY, AUGUST 30, 2004 I am so pissed. So, so pissed! To say there’s a sleep curse on me is a total understatement. It is so, so obvious! My 7 AM wake-up call was so, so supernaturalish. Woodpeckers simply don’t go banging on the undersides of vehicles. They don’t. Period. Yet whatever this bird is, and I know it’s a bird of some kind by its cries, has to be pretty big in order to make such a racket. We could’ve just rented an apartment and let it be the owner’s responsibility to play fix-it when things broke, other than our personal stuff if I knew I was going to sleep this poorly. What’s God going to do when I’m in the shed? Have this bird go beat on that at 7:00 in the morning?

I am so, so fed up with this thing that doesn’t want me to sleep! It’s really too bad it doesn’t have the guts to come face me in person, whatever the fuck it is. For years I was frustrated and annoyed, but now I’m furious! Hasn’t this thing got anything better to do than pick on my sleep? I’ve been cursed in that department all my life, in a sense. Throughout my school years, I always had trouble falling asleep and trouble getting up in the morning. But why is it so damn important to this thing that I lose so much sleep? Why does it care so much? It’s gotten me 5 times in August alone!

Later…

They didn’t say anything about it, but they did get into my photo albums. The auto receipt I got says so.

I called and talked with Paula. She didn’t recognize my voice at first, but when she realized it was me she shrieked with delight to finally be hearing from me.

She really had me nervous when she said she hadn’t gotten my long 10-page letter till she said she hadn’t been by her box in two weeks.

Her one and only other friend, Alida, a Puerto Rican girl, died of AIDS. She didn’t even know she was dying. I guess the girl kept it a secret for some reason.

Miguel got in trouble again for hitting her. Of course, the male Puerto Rican only did 30 days for it while I, a white female, had to do 180 days for utter bullshit.

I was surprised yet glad to hear she recently burned the last of the incense and liked every single stick. Even the prank blank!

I’m sending her 25 sticks I didn’t care for in a brown manila envelope with bubble lining. There are 5 different fragrances.

She still asks me if I got my braces off.

I showed her where Oregon is on a map she had. After guiding her away from Louisiana and up over California, she found it.

I’m burning my Sweet Musk now, dreading the idea of falling asleep. For what, to get woken up a million times along the way?

Tom thinks the banging was caused by a bird trying to go after a chipmunk that was hiding, wedged in somewhere down under there.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 28, 2004 We’re now about 20 minutes from the pizza place. I thought I’d take this notebook with me. We were both pleasantly surprised to find my incense magically appeared yesterday. Her story was that she had the wrong box number in mind when he first asked about it. Yeah, I’ll bet she had the wrong planet in mind, too! Anyway, she said she tried to call, but she only had the old phone number. By then he was back at the land anyway. The next question is, will PG send me the dolls I’ll be ordering around 10/1 and will the mail people let me know about it if they do?

I called and let Jeff know I got it and asked if he had much trouble getting packages. Very rarely, he said, making me believe even more that it is a package curse on us.

Anyway, the order is perfect, though the Angel still smells different. It’s like they added some other scent to it. This means that they didn’t screw up the last order after all. I noticed they added this smell to the Patchouli, too. Maybe he really did get a new supplier. Different people have different versions of the same things.

Later…

We’re at the pizza place now. We might’ve gotten here sooner if we hadn’t gotten held up by a piece of old farm equipment.

To finish with yesterday – the land deed arrived, too. It was weird seeing my name on a piece of paper that says I own land! Another thing I was glad to learn is that if anyone tries to dispute ownership of this land, it’s Michael’s responsibility to fight it and prove otherwise and not ours. This was great to hear as so many things are our responsibility as it is that shouldn’t be. Being forced to play mail carriers and get our own packages delivered to us when that’s the job of the post office is enough!

Some flirty cock left a message in my Webshots guest book telling me he loved my pool handstand pictures, to write back, etc. The spelling was so bad that I’d be ashamed of myself along with embarrassed! Naturally, I ignored the cock.

Tom said sleeping in the truck like he did last night was no problem, but he burned himself when reaching to turn the portable heater off. He says there should be no problem with me getting in the shed next weekend (which I have to see to believe), but will sleep in the truck every Friday night I’m still in the RV.

Later…

Fucking college kids live better than us, I swear! The door to the refrigerator just fell off. Anyway, I’m just going to relax for the rest of the night and hope this shitbox doesn’t fall apart anymore on us.

Poor Tom. He went to sleep a little over an hour ago, then woke up 10 minutes ago and ran outside and puked. I can’t blame it on him since he didn’t overeat. He’s pretty sure it was the pepperoni on his pizza. He said he thought it had tasted a bit off. If this had to happen, at least it happened when the moon was full enough to light his way to a bush, and on a non-work night.

Meanwhile, I can’t listen to music, I don’t feel like reading or working on my story, I’m out of things to write about, so I guess I’ll just be bored all night. At least I have my wonderful smells to enjoy. Ah, that Morning Mist! It’s as lovely as always.

Actually, I could write about my PG plans, though if I were smart I wouldn’t trust them or the mail people. But I do stupid things, which means I’ll order the dolls I want and I’ll do the work of getting them to me. I shouldn’t have to pay shipping fees if I’m going to have to be the one to get the damn things to me!

Anyway, I plan to save up $116. That’ll be $30 for Asian Koko in lavender, $30 for Hispanic Valentina in violet, $40 for redheaded Erin in ivory, and the rest is shipping costs. All the dolls are 16” vinyl fashion dolls.

In January, assuming I got a $100 allowance in December, plus $100 in Christmas money and $39 in b-day money, plus grocery savings, I’ll get stuff from Ashton. There’s this $35 Indian figurine, plus the Indian ornament trio for $35, an all-porcelain toddler doll in a swimsuit for $87, and an all-porcelain ballerina for $100. These prices include shipping and will come to about $260.

When it comes time to order from PG in about 5 weeks from now, I’m going to order online. That way there’ll be no misunderstandings over the phone, like how Maricopa became Miranda. Maybe by now they’ve had enough complaints to have gotten their shit together, but we’ll see. I’m just so cursed when it comes to packages no matter what.

Now I’ve got Magnolia burning – awesome!

Later…

Tom’s gone to bed early in preparation for the long day he’ll have tomorrow. They have a special order at work they want to get done fast, so tomorrow and Tuesday will be 10-hour shifts with just half a day on Friday. On top of tomorrow’s long shift, he has to do the laundry, plus spend over an hour on the road.

They say it’s to be 89º tomorrow and I certainly hope they’re wrong like they usually are. I hope it’s like today was – warm, but not hot.

I’m burning Hazelnut now. I love its rich, nutty smell.

Jeff said he didn’t get the Webshots links, he must’ve missed it, would like to see my part of the world, could I re-send them? I re-sent a more complete link, along with Webshot’s address and my username.

I wonder if Bob and Jeff are a couple? They both sound the same with their Southern accents, and scented things are usually a woman’s thing.

Anyway, since we’re going to go at a more leisurely pace with the house, I decided I don’t want to wait 5 or more years for a mannequin, so sometime in February or March, I’ll begin saving up for one. I’d like to have $400 when we go to San Francisco, though I may be able to get a decent one for $250-$350. So, sometime in June or July, I hope we have the cabin done and get the mannequin around that time, too. If I get a standing one, it shouldn’t take up much room. Especially with them being as skinny as a rail.

Tom fixed the laptop, so I guess I’ll use it to listen to music till it breaks again.

We went to a little diner in Bonanza and got cheeseburgers. It was good.

I’ve been trying to put spells on scratch tickets like I did in Arizona, but so far I’m only having a little success. I haven’t been nearly as psychic here as I was in Maricopa and I wonder if I ever will be.

It’s been days since I worked on my story, so I think I’ll go make some soup, then work on that.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 27, 2004 It finally did warm up. It’s in the high 70s in here.

I knew the sleep curse was going to get me any second, and sure enough, today was the day. I just got the luxury of having it wait till I’d gotten 6 hours of sleep and not just 4. What is it with each place we move to being harder to sleep in? Will it be this way when I can no longer feel Tom and hear things like rainfall and other outdoor sounds? Oh, to have a bedroom in a house with a fan running in it while I slept! I miss those days. Some curses are inescapable, though. When I am back in a house with a fan, there’ll be something else if I don’t wake up just for the hell of it or on account of some bizarre nightmare.

I woke up with the feeling that something was wrong. Seeing that it was just 63º in here confirmed that suspicion, but I was too tired to play fix-it with the damn heater, so I plopped myself back down on my bed when the pilot finally did come on.

I might’ve fallen back asleep if the knocking hadn’t started. Then I heard a bird screech that sounded like an eagle, though only woodpeckers go banging away like that. You mean I have to put up with woodpeckers here, too? Great, just great!

Why are some curses escapable while others aren’t, like my weight? I’m now 124 pounds and I’m not even trying to lose weight. How do you go from not being able to lose weight when you try to lose it, to being able to lose it without even trying? A few possibilities crossed my mind. Tom thinks it’s the types of calories I’ve been consuming now that I’m not having the kinds of calories that are in TV dinners. If it isn’t that or a curse that was on me in Maricopa or a tapeworm, then maybe the religious fanatic in Florida wasn’t kidding about thanking God for everything, both good and bad, having a positive effect in the end. So, since I always try to keep an open mind after all the strange experiences I’ve had in life, could it really hurt to try to be thankful for our shit always breaking (the laptop won’t boot again) as ludicrous as it sounds?

Either way, I still think there was something evil back on that Maricopa land and it was keeping the weight on me. After all, 8 pounds is a lot for a 38-year-old to lose on 2000 calories a day.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 26, 2004 If we decide to stay in a motel just to get away for a day and have a real bathroom and real electricity, it’ll be after Labor Day when people go home and back to school. This place is going to be the opposite of Arizona; the population will decrease in the winter. I’m still sure, though, that God will see to it that someone noisy goes next to us who can’t sit still for a minute and that has to go in and out a million times. The place we have in mind is in strips. Meaning, there won’t be anyone above or below us. Just slamming doors next to us.

My weight is still down to 126 pounds. Well, am I going to lose more or not? I doubt it. I still like to eat and I’m still older with a slower metabolism.

I do so hope Tom gets my incense from the mail people. It’s like – damn them! They got the first package right, so does this mean they’re going to botch every other package like Bob and Jeff botch every other incense order? Well, it’s unlikely there’ll be other packages at this point. I’m too tired of having to do other people’s work for them. I’ll buy stuff in person even if it means losing out on a lot of things I’ve been wanting. When I asked myself, if I ordered dolls from PG, would they send them and would the mail people let me know if they did? This was when I realized that that was no way to shop. It shouldn’t be hit or miss when a person buys something via mail, but for me it is.

Maybe I’ll wait till we get an address assigned to us. Tom says UPS and FedEx should have no trouble finding it because they use GPS nowadays.

No more bothering to check the weather online either, cuz they’re always wrong. Almost always, anyway. They said it was supposed to be back in the 80s today, yet it’s in the 60s.

I wish I could fall asleep till he got back and not have it screw up my schedule cuz I’m so bored. I know I could read, write letters, work on my story or sing, but I don’t feel like doing any of these things. Better to be bored, though, than to have no time to relax. The damp, cloudy weather kind of puts me in a lazy mood, too.

I could go out walking, but there’s not much to walk to, other than up and down the road. It’s too easy to get lost in these woods cuz it all looks the same.

Saw a rabbit earlier. There are definitely not as many rabbits or birds here as opposed to chipmunks, rats and mice, but that’s ok. I don’t miss the giant spiders, the scorpions and the dangers of living with rattlesnakes.

Later…

Those mother-fuckers at the mail place! There’s no escaping other people’s bullshit and being put out by them! Tom spoke with the woman there (it’s a father/daughter team) and she insists that she’s the one who signs for all the packages at the PO and that she swears there were no priority mail packages on the 20th. So then I called and spoke to Bob this time around, then had Tom talk to him. He gave Tom the package’s numbers and he’s going to try one more time tomorrow after work to see if it magically appears (though we know that one’s unlikely), then go to the PO. If they can prove that she signed for something we didn’t get, that’s her ass. Tom thinks the old geek of a cock gave it to someone else. Yeah, either that or the bitch stole it, though why they did whatever they did with it yet got the first one right is beyond me. Tom will file a complaint with the postal inspectors if he can prove she did in fact sign for it. There’s still always a chance that it’s sitting at the PO and they didn’t really deliver it, though it’s a slim chance. The mail people got it. I doubt anyone at the PO stole it. Too many cameras on them. The good of it is that we’re not out the money if we can’t find it. Bob will make up a new order free of charge if that’s the case, which is so nice of him. Maybe they weren’t trying to lose me after all.

I wish to hell we had a mailing address so I could request that everything be shipped here! We can’t have a PO Box because they require a physical address, so that means either dealing with these people till the box expires in November or going to another private mailing company. I think either way we go, I’m cursed with getting packages. Something up there has always tried to keep me from the things I’ve wanted. I’d love to be able to find a place in person to get all these things, but that’s just not going to happen. It’d be too long a drive to find a place that does custom dolls, and I’d have to go all the way to San Francisco to get a mannequin. I wouldn’t mind going there, though, and I know Tom wouldn’t either. San Francisco is closer to us than L.A. was to Maricopa. Besides, I always did say I’d like to see the mannequins in person.

We found a few doll stores in the Medford area. I hate to have to drive 2-3 hours to get the damn things, but if I have to, I will. Meanwhile, I have to give up the Ashton-Drake and PG dolls.

Later…

We did some online research. First, I sent Bob and Jeff links to my photo albums so they could see why we can’t get mail here and to be “friendly.” It was a way of letting them know I don’t blame them at all.

Meanwhile, if we’re going to have to be the ones to get the packages to us anyway, we may as well drive all the way out to Medford, the closest big city to us. KF is simply too small to have any JBS-like doll stores, and I certainly have no problem adding a visit to San Francisco to my list of experiences and seeing the mannequins in person before buying one.

We also revised our building plans yet again. Instead of a cabin kit or cabin plans, we may get Home Depot’s biggest, nicest shed for two grand and live in that until the house is built, which we now think will be huge (2000 square feet and almost as big as the house in Maricopa) if we’re going to have to wait a while anyway. The shed has a huge shelf that we could turn into a bed. Then there still may be room enough for a little kitchen, office and bathroom, in which case we’ll turn this heap of shit into a storage room.

I just had another grim thought. Just how honest are they with people’s outgoing mail? Could it be that Bob never got Angel Eyes cuz they kept it for themselves, perhaps curious as to what I could possibly be sending a prison inmate? Well, from now on we’re not going to give our mail to them. We’ll drop it in mailboxes and directly into the PO’s hands. Just maybe Mary has written, and maybe I should’ve gotten more samples by now.

We may go back to our original plan of having at least a partial cellar, only he’ll still use the shed for his office. The cellar can be where the washer/dryer is, plus storage, maybe an eBay room if we ever get back into that.

I wish I could snap my fingers and have it be a few years from now! I really do. Why oh why must people, time, circumstances and money always hinder us? Why must our things break so often and why can’t we do something as simple and as reasonable as receive our mail?

Later…

And the breakage curse lives on! Why, why, why, why, why????? The laptop won’t boot so I can listen to music and the portable MP3 player’s broken again, too. There’s too much else to do! Tom doesn’t have tons of time to stop and play fix-it! What, was the only reason we were put here on earth to be little repairmen and to do other people’s work for them? Well, I’m not only sick of having my plans fouled up due to other people, but I’m also seriously considering having nothing, and I mean nothing. Nothing mechanical that could break, no more packages, etc. Just books to read and paper to write on. On top of that, I ought to sell what I do have that isn’t a necessity.

Later…

I went to leave Tom a message so he wouldn’t think someone stole the shit MP3 player from the truck and accidentally woke him up. He said he could fix the MP3 player in 5 minutes. I told him to forget it. Instead, he fixed the laptop by pulling a card out of it and then it booted up ok.

That’s all well and good, but I’m still contemplating having just food to eat, clothes to wear, books to read and paper to write on. I’d love to be able to talk myself out of using things that can break and of getting more stuff. But could I give up all this without feeling like I was missing out? It seems unlikely, but maybe I could. After all, I didn’t even feel like I was “missing out” back when I wanted a kid. Cursed, controlled, depressed and angry, but not missing out.

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 25, 2004 I am so fucking pissed! The incense was sent to me on the 18th! I definitely should’ve gotten it by now. That was a whole week ago. I am so, so sick of lost or delayed packages! So much so that I’m determined to buy as much as I can in person from now on, even if it means giving up a lot of things I’ve been wanting. This package curse is just so fucking old! Anyway, I called and spoke to Jeff and he said he’d check into it, but I have a feeling I’m going to be faced with having to decide whether or not to take a refund or have them make up a new batch. If I were smart I’d take the refund.

Later…

Jeff left a message saying that the PO said they delivered it on the 20th, so Tom will check it out tomorrow. Tom reminded me that last Saturday, the 21st, how one of the guys that works there who’s old and not too bright started to tell me I had “something else” in back, then he came back to tell me he “didn’t think so” and that it was just the beauty sample I got. I totally believe Jeff when he said he shipped it and to the new address, too. So I emailed him and let him know I’d get back to him after I checked at our mailing company. Hopefully, it’s still there and has just been sitting there since the 20th. Tom’s pretty sure that’s the case. If worse came to worst, I think they’d cover it once shown the delivery numbers from the PO.

When he asked how late was too late to call, I told him not to worry since I was up till 2 AM. He said, “Then you should be working with us.” As much as I’d love to, he needs someone there, not someone working from their home.

Today’s much like a winter day in Arizona! The heat’s been running all day so far. It’s set to go on at 67º and run till 72º. It’s been cloudy and rainy. I hope I don’t end up kicking myself till May for coming here! Nah, the beauty, peace and quiet are well worth it.

The rat woke up for a few minutes wanting to come out and stretch his legs. He actually listened this time when I said “no” to places and things I didn’t want him getting into.

Tom thinks we’ll be able to move into the house next fall. As I told him, though – no way. No way will it be that soon. Our goals always take longer and his time frames suck. Even if we had the money right now, circumstances and weather will delay us. Especially if he gets laid off.

Then he brought up an idea that I like the more I think about it and that’s to put up a small 400-square-foot cabin till we can get the house built up enough to move into it. It’d provide great storage space in the end and it’d also make the place look more populated, as well as up the value towards the next move.

Later…

We discussed it and we are going to get the cabin first, which they say can be put up in just two days, provided he doesn’t have to stop and play fix-it, though it won’t be till the spring.

Meanwhile, he bought a bottle of propane so we don’t have to go through the hassle of driving this old lug into town every time it needs propane.

I found my “lost” MP3 files. Apparently, when I’d move them from folder to folder, I’d accidentally drop them.

Instead of dumping this RV in the woods, Tom will probably part it. After he strips and sells what he wants, it can still be a shed. It’ll just be a very old shed that leaks in a few places.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 24, 2004 Today was as cloudy and cool as yesterday. It feels very fall-like. Tom says people are saying this is highly abnormal for August in Oregon. Yeah, until we come here! It’s a nice change, though, from the constant heat and sunshine. It also cuts the bug count way down.

Still no incense. Why, oh why do I have to work so hard at getting things delivered to me? It’s NOT my job!

Later…

I didn’t feel much like reading or working on my story, so I addressed envelopes to Paula. Bob’s going to get a few more, though, because there weren’t any duplicates of those few, though most had 50-100 of the same design.

I had a little scare a little while ago. On top of him having to play adjust-the-choke on the damn truck, I thought the RV’s heater broke. I realized it had dropped to 64º in here, even though it had been running for several minutes. I had to switch it off, then back on again a few times to get the pilot to ignite.

I did some “doll art” earlier using my chrome nail polish to draw jewelry and shoes onto a few of my Barbies. One wears a white and silver gown in which I painted a silver strap over the tops of her feet, making it look like she had sandals on that match her dress.

MONDAY, AUGUST 23, 2004 It was a cool 60-degree day. The heat ran all night last night and just came on for the next 12 hours or so.

Instead of going to Florida when he’s between 55-65 and risking losing our house in a hurricane, we talked about San Diego instead. To one day live in California would be sort of like a dream come true. Especially being where I’m from. We’d still go to a retirement community, of course, well away from the city animals. I don’t know what it is about California that’s always held a magical attraction for me. Perhaps it’s partly because Kate lives there and that’s where Charlie’s Angels was filmed, but only partly, as California’s fascinated me long before the show hit the scene.

Anyway, it’s cool to have a long-term goal (I think this dream can and will become a reality because I made it to Arizona) to one day look forward to, as well as my short-term goals of a house and fun stuff. After the thrill of moving in and setting up the Maricopa house died down, I became rather bored till the freeloaders felt it was time to cure that boredom with their shit.

Tom fixed my portable MP3 player, I’m glad to say, so I can listen to music on the long and boring rides to and from KF.

Sure enough, just 17 days after my period, I started bleeding today.

Ah, but here’s a strange one – I awoke at 125 after several days of eating quite a bit. If I could eat like I have been and not gain weight, that’d be wonderful. I still don’t think I’ll lose much more, though.

I got fed up with all the spam I was getting, so I ditched my old email account and opened a new one. Tom said there are ways to check to see what gets filtered out, since the damn incense people, who still haven’t shipped my incense, might not be able to get through. Tom thinks it is shipped, though, and that they simply haven’t updated the shipping status site.

Same with PG. I decided to save up $104 for 3 of their fashion dolls and see how their service is in Oregon, though for the most part, I’ve always had to work at getting dolls delivered to me no matter where they come from. The shitty thing is that they no longer offer free shipping on orders over $100. Everybody’s canceling their free shipping on orders exceeding certain amounts! They also seemed to have switched from using UPS to regular mail. I still doubt them when they say that most dolls are shipped the day after they’re ordered. Especially when most of them are out of stock. I just hope that those that are out of stock don’t end up being shipped too close to Christmas when the PO is overwhelmed and more likely to fuck up! I also hope I’m not forced to be the one to do the work to get the damn dolls to me whenever they are available.

I slept till 1:30 today because I couldn’t fall asleep till after the sun came up. I hope this doesn’t throw me off schedule.

I remember back in Phoenix bitching about feeling like Tom and I were living like welfare bums or 18-year-olds, but even welfare bums and 18-year-olds don’t live this bad! I also still worry, since something up there likes to see us controlled by others so much, that they’ll lay Tom off and cause him to have to start the job-search process all over again, also causing us a financial setback.

I took a couple of large boxes and dumped them in the abandoned trailer so we don’t have to have the hassle of dumping them. There are tons and tons of sticks that the packrats dragged into cubbyholes within the place.

SUNDAY, AUGUST 22, 2004 It finally rained. In fact, it came down quite steadily and for hours, too. It’s to go back to 80º next Saturday, hitting 85º by Tuesday.

I wish we were in the house with nothing to do, but we have to dodge the rain to play fill-up-the-water-tank and light-the-pilot. We both need showers.

The sleep curse has gotten me 3 times so far this month and the month isn’t over yet. And that’s not counting all the times I was woken up, just the times I couldn’t go back to sleep right away.

Again he woke me up Saturday morning, so we agreed that for every Friday night I’m still stuck in here, he’ll sleep in the truck.

Quite a bit has happened since I last wrote. First of all, there’s been no pig sightings or visits, though it’s still too soon to know whether or not they plan to harass us by mail.

Tom said he’d be willing to move the RV deeper into the woods so it couldn’t be seen from the street, but I said, nah. We couldn’t take the shed and screen room with us, and besides, if they really want to get at us, they will. And God will see to it too, since I’m the one he never cares to protect!

Tom’s not worried about it, saying you normally have 30 days to rectify the situation, as in running down to get permits, but I say we own this land, so they can rectify my ass!

Anyway, yesterday we stopped at the mail place where I found a few beauty samples waiting for me, and a letter from Paula saying she was happy to hear from me and asking how Oregon is. Also, the usual man troubles. Miguel’s back in jail again. What a wonderful example the two are setting for Justin!

I’m sending her a long, detailed letter. We exchanged phone numbers, but I want to wait till she gets the letter before I call, then we can discuss it, as I told her.

She mentioned taking apple cider pills for weight loss. Hmmm…never heard of that one. We’ll have to see if it works.

Meanwhile, it’s funny how more often than not, it’s the ones who aren’t very sound of mind that end up being the most loyal of them all.

Yes, she got the incense, which she says she’s finishing up, the CDs are good, sorry she didn’t send the $10. Yeah, I knew she wouldn’t, but as I also told her, we’re not as bad off as we were, though we’re not doing great either.

After I mailed off a letter to Bob (I’m more convinced he did get Angel Eyes since it still hasn’t been returned to me), we went to the Chinese place where I got shrimp fried rice.

At the little strip mall where the lady at the mail place said she got her little cat, I found they had all big cats rather than little ones, which I wanted anyway. I like big things and new things. They were either black or white. Some were curled up asleep while others stood on all fours with their tails sticking up and curling over their backs at the ends. I got a black standing cat for $21 with real rabbit fur. The only thing I’d add to it would be whiskers and slightly longer legs. I put a Barbie on its back and she really looks like she’s going horseback riding, only on a cat!

We went to Home Depot and got a partial floor. It’s just that it’s so damn expensive! We got tongue-and-groove wooden tiles to cover most of it. We’ll use particleboard for the edges of the shed. We got sealant, but no insulation or lights yet.

I tried Walmart incense, so I thought I’d try K-mart incense since Bob and Jeff still haven’t shipped my damn incense unless they just haven’t updated their shipping site yet. It was better than Walmart, but not worth getting again, and certainly nowhere near as good as what I hope to get this week. This one has Jasmine, Oriental Woods, Rain, and Black Plum.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 20, 2004 I was worried that today was going to be like yesterday, but thanks to the clouds we’ve got today, it’s beautiful. So far it hasn’t gotten over 81º.

One reason I’m glad it’s nice, besides being more comfortable, is so I could do some rearranging in preparation to move into the shed. I mostly organized my clothes

Later…

Well, it did end up going up 5 degrees, but not until 2:30.

Saw a very unnerving sight earlier. At around 7:00, Tom and I were chatting when I spotted a squad car going up our street.

Tom’s theory about it seemed to shift from someone complaining about us to it not being related to us at all.

For one, if it were either due to a complaint or the sickos following and finding us here, why didn’t the pig stop here?

His first thought was that Bob complained, the pig came to see where he was talking about, and now he’s going to mail us a letter saying a complaint was filed on us, which Tom thinks we can get out of even if we are ticketed, cuz no one can prove we’re living here and we’re not obligated to prove we aren’t.

I was surprised when he said he’d suspect Bob as the complainant, who no longer works for Michael, but then he told me about some comments he made that I didn’t hear (I mostly spoke with his wife while they spoke). The cock told Tom that he called Michael about people putting up sheds on a particular piece of land, then Michael told him he knew about it and that they’d been there 6 weeks, yet Bob said he was going to turn them into the county anyway.

And here we are putting up a shed.

I swear to God, though, if that moron does complain about us, not only will I refuse to pay the damn ticket, I will fight back. So if he complains, he better be prepared to get complained against himself!

Of course, other possible scenarios ran through my mind, for obvious reasons. After being manipulated and abused by pigs in two different states, I can’t help but be paranoid. Paranoid enough to draw the curtain that separates the cab from the rest of the RV and draw curtains in the windows, too. Once I was out of here and in the shed, I was going to leave it wide open to let the sunlight in, since he doesn’t mind sleeping with the bright moonlight, but no way. I know that if someone really wanted to get in here, they would, but I’m not about to let them see what we’ve got so easily either.

We both agreed, though, that if someone came knocking, I’d just play dead and not move a muscle. I know trouble can penetrate a house if it really wants to, yet I’ll still feel way more secure once we’re in the house!

If they happened to catch me out and about – well – a certain pig taught me to keep my mouth shut now, didn’t it?

This brings me to a few other possibilities, but hopefully very remote ones. Naturally, my first fear is that the sickos want to go for round 4 with us and have found us here.

Then there’s Teddy Bear. Again, just maybe I really did get her fired. And just maybe she really was biding her time, and when the time was right to retaliate, she tracked me here to Oregon. Why not? She’s a pig, after all, so she could easily pay the PO a buck to get our mailing address, then follow us home or put a tracking device on the truck, though the tracker seems way unlikely. It’s just that I’ve been surprised by a lot of things in the last 12 years, so I’m not as quick to write things off as being impossible like I used to. Nobody did 6 months county time for something they were supposed to have written, as far as I was concerned, yet I was proven very wrong.

I know it’s a waste of time, but I still beat myself up for not simply telling the pig, “Charge me or release me.” Sure he’d have locked me up that day out of spite if I had kept quiet, but maybe then it would’ve only been for that day and not for 6 months.

Anyway, Tom went out to investigate the tracks and get them fresh in his mind so he’ll notice any changes if there are any. This was when he concluded it had nothing to do with us; because the pig appeared to loop around from B Lane. He thinks they were just following up on a report of kids on ATVs or hunters or a stolen vehicle that someone may’ve abandoned here. Well, I don’t care what it is as long as no one fucks with us. I swear, if we get screwed here, I’ll seriously believe without a doubt that no place on earth is safe from other people’s shit! If you’re not safe on a mountain in the wilderness, then where are you safe? Where?

I’m even taking my floppy disk out with me tomorrow that I backed my recent stuff up on.

I hope I sleep well tonight as I look forward to going out tomorrow!

I’m amazed at how many mice I see scurrying about at dusk. Catching one for a pet would certainly be no problem at all.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 19, 2004 Yesterday came today in that it was pretty hot at 88º. Tomorrow’s going to be bad too, then it’ll cool off over the weekend. See? Something wants me to suffer during the week when he can’t be available to start the generator so we can have the AC. Seeing how it was down to just 79º at 9:00 last night wasn’t very promising for a comfortable day today, so I figured as much. Either way, it wouldn’t surprise me if tomorrow were the last really hot day since it’s getting to be late August. We have a 25º-30º fluctuation between highs/lows here just like in Arizona, so it really has to make it all the way down to 55º for it to not get so hot. I doubt it fell under 60º by early morning. I know it was 66º at 4:30 when he woke me up. Just when I thought I was adapting, he not only woke me up this morning, but I couldn’t get back to sleep till way after sunrise and slept till 1:30! I normally can’t sleep past 82º, but I slept till it hit 86º. Maybe the breeze helped, along with my tiredness, though I did wake up a million times along the way. Then, once I finally got up, all I could do was lay there lazily and wait for him to get home and start the generator cuz it was too hot to do anything else.

As much as I hate snow, I guess it’d be kind of cool to see after not seeing it for 12 years. We even talked about doing some cross-country skiing around here. He’s way excited about the snow cuz he grew up without it and has only seen it a few times.

These chippies really know how to get what they want! They just ask. In Arizona, the p-dogs would wait till I went to them, but these guys come to me. I found one of the babies hanging on the door again begging. Soon enough they’re going to be in here and eating out of my hand.

I’m back to 127 pounds. Maybe if life could stop interfering with my workout routine, and maybe if I could discipline myself with the eating a little better, I could get back to 125 and stay there for more than 5 minutes. If only I didn’t crave such variety in my diet and could get myself to eat the same things regularly, except for once a week when we went out. Variety is what adds up in dollars and in calories.

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 18, 2004 Tom came straight home from work to work on the shed. He had stopped by the mail place before work and found I had a letter from Bob. It’s rather disturbing to read that he’s still waiting for my story when he should’ve gotten it by now. I figured he should’ve gotten it by the 11th, yet his letter was postmarked on the 14th. I hope he got it right after he mailed the letter off to me.

Anyway, it was a quickie, saying that because they want him on oxygen all the time, they want to move him to a maximum security prison in Shirley where he’d be locked down all the time, and he doesn’t want that.

I told Tom that if he’s sure he doesn’t want to use the RV for storage when we’re done with it, rather than bring it to a junkyard, I think we ought to use it as another deterrent so we’ll be flanked by abandoned trailers, and put it on the other side of us. I don’t think he’ll go for it, though.

He wants to save up money for a well when we get in the house, which I think is both a good and a bad idea. It’s bad because all they do is break, but it’s good to not have to haul water, and it’d up the value of the place. At least this time around we’d have the money to keep fixing it, though I’d rather spend the money on other things.

Just like today, tomorrow we’ll hit a high of 87º, but next Monday’s supposed to only hit 62º!

TUESDAY, AUGUST 17, 2004 Tom gave that chick from Florida a ride home yesterday that he says is fat, ugly, old and loud. When I asked him why he can’t say “no” to the things he really doesn’t want to do, he said he doesn’t want a rep for not being nice. He worries too much about what others think, I told him, and he said he wants more money. That won’t get him more money, I also told him, that’ll get him used. Today she didn’t need a ride. Her husband got her which is nice, even though he says it’s on the way.

Again a group of people was told not to come in tomorrow because of a lack of work, but fortunately, he wasn’t one of them.

Today was a pretty nice day. It only peaked at 84º. They revised tomorrow’s high of 90º to 87º. Not much difference, but any bit helps.

Later…

Tom worked some more on the shed. Supposedly we’re still on for me moving into it this weekend. I just need a light, a camping heater, a porta-potty and a floor. Then I can add my stereo later.

I’m still going to write most of my letters to Bob by hand, even when my bed is turned into an office because it’ll be a hassle to set up the printer. Besides, it’ll give me something to do during the times he’s not here and I haven’t much electricity to do much more than listen to music.

Cock smell. I hate it! Fortunately, he’s gone in to shower it away. He had been working on the shed, so that’s why he stinks.

I got an email scam from someone claiming to be affiliated with PayPal and wanting to verify people’s identities. Anyone with half a brain knows never to give personal information via email and that no legit business would ever ask for such info like credit card numbers by email. I decided to shock the scammer by filling in the fields with not only bogus info but with comments about going to jail, knowing who they were, etc.

One of the baby chipmunks that never seems to grow has come to trust and like me a lot. It was so cute earlier! I was on my bed writing when I heard sounds at the door. I rose to find it hanging on the screen, begging for a treat.

MONDAY, AUGUST 16, 2004 Yesterday really was much better than the day before. We got along, got ahead, and were not set back. We got most of the shed up and the generator started after only a few pulls. I helped with most of the construction of the shed. Tom could’ve done it himself, but it would’ve been much harder. I still probably won’t be able to move into it till next weekend or later.

I guess I should go work on my story. It’s been a while. I haven’t even read for a while either. It’s just been too hot to do much of anything, but sit around wondering why God hates us so much!

Later…

Today’s thing to break was the vacuum. I guess the belt broke. Either way, instead of playing fix-it, I’m just not going to vacuum this old piece of shit.

Today’s warm, but not hot. If they’re right about the upcoming forecast, Wednesday - Friday is going to be sheer hell, in the 90s again. I can’t wait for it to cool down! Not just so the days will be more comfortable, but so I can close the windows at night. Having lights on at night really attracts the bugs. There are some small enough to fit through the screen.

I’m up a pound at 126. I doubt I’ll ever lose any more weight. At least not a significant amount anyway.

I hope to get mail from Bob anytime saying he got Angel Eyes. Not until then will I send any more stories.

Despite the clouds we’ve had, there’s been no rain in a couple of weeks now, and there probably isn’t going to be for the next two weeks either. I see what they mean when they say that the driest time in Oregon, particularly in this area, is in the summer.

Today I hope we can complete the shed’s roof and doors. There’s still so much more we need to get for it!

Later…

God, I am so sick of this heat! It’s 86º now and sure to end up around 88º by the time Tom comes home to start the generator, if he can get it started, so we can run the AC for a while. We think yesterday’s quick start was a fluke. Well, I know it was. Anyway, there’s no end in sight to this heat. Thank God we didn’t stay in Arizona!

We decided that instead of spending the money to rent a house during the winter and having to deal with city noise day after day, we’ll just go to a motel when they’re predicting more than half a foot of snowfall, and I’ll deal with the door-slamming there. He says the motels will be deserted in the wintertime, though I’m sure that whenever we’re there, there will be people next to, under and above us that’ll come and go a million times while their kids run screaming up and down the walkways.

SUNDAY, AUGUST 15, 2004 Today’s a stark contrast from yesterday. So far, anyway. The weather’s nice and cool with a thin cloud cover. Leave it to the evil above to pick on our generator on such a hot, humid day as yesterday!

We’re going to have hot days till around the first week of September. I remember all too well how seasonal climates work.

Right now Tom’s working on the shed, then in an hour, we’re going to go to the place at the Bonanza junction for ribs and whatever he wants. Guess I’m still a little psychic because there were a couple of parts missing from the shed like I told him I was worried was the case. It’s ok, though, because the dumb cocks gave us a box that doesn’t go with this 10x8 shed. It’s a floor kit for a 10x14, so he swiped the parts he needed from that. We’re hoping we can use the floor kit for an additional shed for storing our stuff. All we’ll have to do is order the rest of the parts. No wonder we were compensated yesterday with having to play fix-it; we got a hell of a deal in the end!

There’s a catch, though, and that’s that as much as we’d love to save money by getting our stuff out of storage, we have no other place to get water just yet.

Did he wake me up this morning? Of course. His sheet bunched up under him so he got all fidgety. Then the rat was bonking his head on the cover of the tank trying to get out. This time around, though, I was able to return to sleep.

Later…

The rib place was closed, so we hopped across the street to this Irish bar and grill and I got prime rib. The last time I had that was in Nevada. I just don’t remember if it was Vegas or Laughlin. We’re closer to Reno from here, so if we ever go there to gamble, that’s where we’ll go.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 14, 2004 Today was a pretty shitty day. At least parts of it were. We first went to K-mart where we got a few things we needed. Then, for just 88¢ each, I got two 0.5 oz. Designer Perfume Imposters. I got Sensuale, similar to Glow, and Primo, similar to Giorgio. The Primo’s especially good. What’s so cool about them is that they’re in aerosol spray cans, rather than pumps, and you can spray them anywhere on your body, including under your arms. I’d rather use these for deodorants anytime. They’re good for spraying on sheets, too.

We checked their site out and found that I could get quite a few of their $3.50, 2.5 oz. bottles. I registered at their site. It’s supposedly a way of bringing imitations to the people without the expense. Most perfumes are between $20 - $40. There are about 20 I’d like to try sometime.

Afterward, we ate at the Chinese place. They know us so well now that they don’t even have to give us menus or take down our orders. I had their veggie rice this time around. Next time I’ll get the shrimp rice. When we left, Tom left his glasses in there and one of the waitresses ran to give them to him though he’d have realized it as soon as he got behind the wheel.

So, despite the heat and humidity, all was still well. We went to the mail place, found the land deed waiting for us, and got it signed and notarized right there and sent off. Now, however, we have to wait an additional few weeks while Michael signs/notarizes his own copy, then files it with Klamath County.

Our last stop was Home Depot. We got a 10x8 shed for less than we thought. It was about $250. However, it doesn’t have a floor. We’ll have to get sheets of plywood for it. It also has doors that slide shut and meet in the middle. We’d have preferred a swinging door. So, it still needs a floor, anchors, some form of lighting, insulation and a camping heater. Then I’ll get this pink furry rug I saw at Walmart, then I’ll get my stereo out of storage and new headphones, too.

Backing up a bit – I knew the sleep curse would kick in anytime now. The kind where after 4 hours of sleep I get woken up and am unable to go back to sleep. Sure enough, because he took too long to get going and out the door this morning, I was unable to return to sleep. I laid there a while on the very edge of sleep, but never actually really slept.

I saw a couple of mice out and about before sunset. I’ve also heard them bopping around under the RV at night, but Tom assured me there really isn’t anything they can hurt.

Good, because our stuff gets hurt enough on its own. When we returned was when things got rough for a few hours. I swear something doesn’t want us to get ahead and that it’s never going to stop kicking us back with the damn fix-it games! We came back to find it was 91º and way muggy. Again we were teased with storm clouds that never rained here. Who knows how long it’ll be before it rains again? As is the case every other fucking time, he couldn’t get the generator to start. Instead of doing anything with the shed, if only to go through the instructions, he had to take the fucking thing apart. We sweated our assess off for 3 hours before he finally got it going. A piston ring jammed up, apparently, so there was no compression.

Speaking of kids, why must they make animal sounds for hours on end? I mean, they just never shut up! As wrong as it is, I can totally see why some mothers lose it and end up beating the shit out of their kids.

Anyway, as if I hadn’t had enough shit to deal with for the day, I slipped going out the door and tore part of the screen. He had to put duct tape on it.

I just hope all this suffering we’re going through now won’t be all for nothing, and that we don’t come to regret moving here like we did with Maricopa. Either way, no matter where we go, I think we’ll always be cursed and always struggling to get ahead, but never quite making it. Too much time is lost on account of the breakage curse.

The rat is now on his “play with me” and “feed me” trip he goes on right about now till I go to sleep. Last night we shared a pudding cup. I ate the cup, he licked the lid. It was like old times when Little Buddy and I would share ice cream.

Anyway, I can’t wait to get in the shed! I’m sure there’ll be all kinds of delays and that it’ll be weeks, but I’m so sick of the damn wake-up calls! I know sleeping in the shed won’t be a cure-all to the sleep curse, but at least I’ll have a place to go to get away from him when he’s impatient with me and snapping at me and putting words in my mouth, and I won’t get woken up as often. I just don’t want to be around him much. He’s just not much fun to hang with most of the time.

Why can’t life ever be simple? Why must it be so full of struggles, hardships and flukes for us? If we could go a month without setbacks and breakage, it’d be a true miracle. I mean one should be able to walk up to their 5-year-old generator that costs hundreds of dollars and just start it. And one shouldn’t always have to get in their vehicle and wonder if it’s going to get them to and from wherever they’re going.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 13, 2004 Today was as hot and dry as Wednesday was, hitting 90º. Right now, though, it’s gorgeous because we’re on the fringe of a storm. There are lots of clouds, lightning and wind, but no rain yet. I’d have killed for these gusts of wind earlier. I’m surprised it’s still hanging on at 79º.

Instead of getting an electric starter for the generator, though we’ll need it anyway for the house on cloudy days, we may get a used car. We need a backup anyway, and he could hook cables to its battery so I could run the AC. It’s been frustrating to have this AC and not be able to run it till he gets home! The weather’s been the opposite of when we first got here where the days were nice and the nights were cold. Now the days are hot and the nights are nice.

I’ve discovered a better way to keep cool. Rather than strip and mist myself with the mister, which only evaporates in minutes, I put on a sundress and drench it. The wetness clings to me and keeps me cooler for longer periods of time.

Bumming it in the wilderness is hard, though I still think it’ll be well worth it in the end.

Tom said he saw two trucks, apparently together, go by while he was outside. Damn, that’s about as much traffic in two days as we had in two months! I got mad at him when I said I hoped they weren’t spies come to shoot me for what we’ve got, and he overreacted and put words in my mouth, saying I never had to come back here again, he’d take me to a motel, etc. I assured him I wouldn’t have come here in the first place if I had any serious worries. It just really bothers me when he reads false things into what I say or misunderstands me, but we worked it out and had a pleasant chat later on.

He was telling me about his strange variety of coworkers. He works with young radicals who aren’t so radical at all compared to the young rads of big cities. There’s a mean-looking chick who’s been in jail lots of times and carries a convicted felon card. For what, though? A souvenir? Of course there are your all-American religious fanatics as well. Lots of stormin’ Mormons here, though they’re tame as hell compared to other groups. They don’t rob our tax dollars, gang-bang it on the streets, and wreak general havoc on people’s day-to-day lives like the freeloaders do.

Oregon water is definitely better than Arizona’s. Both my skin and hair are much softer. That’s reason enough not to return to Arizona!

I let the rat run around at night, but I have to really watch him or else he’ll jump up on Tom’s bed and wake him up, as well as get into shit I don’t want him getting into. He’s gotten to be quite a jumper/climber.

I want to eventually build up a perfume collection. I totally regret giving all those bottles of perfume to Keri at the Crystal Creek apartment complex, but at the time, I thought that that was what was setting off my allergies.

I can’t remember when the last time was that I had to use the snot spray, but I know it’s been months. And soon it’ll be 8 months with no inhaler!

THURSDAY, AUGUST 12, 2004 Another hot day out there, though it shouldn’t get as hot as yesterday. Tom says yesterday was probably to be the hottest day of the year, from what he heard. Another thing that’s different about today is that there are some clouds out there, but not enough to dump rain on us and drop the temperature. That’s supposed to happen tomorrow, though!

Last night’s spectacle in the sky was fabulous! What a show it was to watch the shooting stars. I saw about half a dozen of them. I saw millions of bright stars as well as stars I could barely make out that one could never see in the bright lights of the city.

I’m amazed at how many vehicles travel the highway so late at night. They mostly sound like truckers, though. I can tell they’re big rigs, although there could be cars with quiet engines too. Once inside the house, we probably won’t be able to hear any at all. I’m just glad we’re not at the base of the mountain because then it may be a little louder than I’d like. Up here, though, even the motorcycles are no problem.

What appeared to be a private plane flew over here earlier. Hopefully, they weren’t spies up to no good. I mean, what better way to see who’s around than by flying over the area?

Later…

There is a good God after all. It’s not raining, but it’s clouding up like hell out there. It’s making it a bit more humid, but it’s dropping the temperature! Still, we need a good downpour to cool things off significantly.

I shaved my legs today and tomorrow I’ll shower and wash my hair.

Amazingly, Tom didn’t wake me up for two days in a row, but I heard him leave this morning.

As much as I miss palms and cactuses, this land is way better. I guess the ponderosa pines are the best, though they make a mess with their pinecones.

Yesterday, after a few dry days, I was as thirsty as I was in Arizona. I know water is good for you, but I don’t miss the days of having to drink 10 glasses a day and always having to up and pee. I was easily going through one roll of toilet paper a day!

I’ve been snacking on peanuts in between my two meals and sharing some with the chipmunks. Since it’s been too hot to sit outside and eat with them, I was sitting by the door eating some when I spotted a baby chipmunk begging by the door after it heard the bag rustling and the shells cracking.

I even share my soup with them. Meaty things I like cooked, like clam chowder, but I have this mushroom-stuffed ravioli soup that I like and I eat the ravioli and the mushrooms, then I dump the carrots and juice out for them without ever dirtying up a pot and they love it.

Later…

Again the baby chipmunk came to beg when I went to munch on a few more peanuts. This time it hopped up onto the step, but when I went to open the door to personally hand it to it, it ran off.

It looks like it’s going to peak at 88º, which would’ve been more like 90º had we not had that hour or so of cloudiness.

Saturday we’re going out and I assume we’re going to eat at our usual place. I’d love to be waited on by that smiley waitress just to see how she acts, but I know that’ll never happen. I’ve only seen her there once, so perhaps she was fired as quickly as she was hired.

Since I like to dip my own incense in between orders, but only have two fragrances left, I think I’ll order wholesale next time. Instead of getting $50 of incense, though, I’ll get about $30 in incense and the rest in oils.

What the hell’s taking so long with the damn land deed? See, this is what I mean when I bitch about others always holding us up!

Later…

Jeff did respond after all. He said Bob canned the free shipping on orders exceeding $35, but that they’re adding new inventory to their site, and to check out the events page on the site because Bob’s around the region spreading “good smells.” We checked and found he went to a place called Boardman, Oregon, wherever that is, but there are no upcoming trips to KF from what I can see.

Tom said he saw tracks saying that someone drove by, but I didn’t see anyone. Just that plane that was pretty much directly overhead.

Tom just came to tell me that a couple of kids cruised by on ATVs (I didn’t hear it over the hum of the AC) and I asked if they seemed like they were up to no good. He said no and that they even waved to him. Maybe those were the tracks he saw earlier.

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 11, 2004 Yesterday was a carbon copy of the day before at 88º and we’re still a couple of hours from the drop-off point. But this is the last time we’ll ever have to be put out like this and made to live like bums, right? Right???

When I got up I found we were low on water, so I had to go and deal with that and forget about having time to wake up.

Like I said, it’s like something wants to keep us going. There’s always, always so much to do! I can totally see, like it or not, why a kid wasn’t meant to be. Where would we have fit it into our hectic lives? For the most part, it’s like Tom and I have been on this fast-running train since we met, and I’d like to get off it for once and I’m sure he’d like to, too.

Later…

Although higher at 91º, the peak came a half-hour earlier today. I just wish it were Maricopa-windy!

I gave Blondie a pair of old socks last night and he’s curled up asleep on them. He’s so cute. I love this rat dearly. He’s definitely runner-up to Little Buddy!

Later…

For the first time in days, I can see a few thin streaks of clouds. It seems to rain less here than during your average monsoon season in Arizona!

No reply from the incense people. Now that really worries me. That’s okay, though, because if they fuck up this order, I’ll give them a nasty review and move on to someplace else if I have to. They have a survey page and they stress to their customers not to hesitate to express any complaints, so complain I will if they fuck this one up. They’ve been botching every other order so far.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 10, 2004 Just when I was thinking about how his family really doesn’t give a shit about us because they can’t even call or email to see how we’re faring, Tom gets an email from Mary. All she mostly had to say was that they haven’t gotten much rain, though she heard the weather was nice up here. Also, her lilies are blooming like crazy.

This morning was the third time his movements didn’t jar me awake. Guess I was tired.

The bluebells never did come back and even the butterflies seem to be lessening. I do have a new friend, though, and that’s a real squirrel! It’s bigger than the chipmunks with a big bushy tail and adorably cute! Haven’t seen the rat in a while, though.

Tom got the tank from storage today and now Blondie’s in the RV permanently.

I knew the truck would have a problem any minute now. Well, a fuse blew on the headlights, so Tom had to wait for the sun to come up before he could drive down the mountain. He said he saw a dead snake in the road too, but couldn’t tell what kind it was.

My pink twister faded to a lighter shade of pink. It’ll be interesting to see how much it fades and what it looks like when it does.

Later…

He saw something pretty funny at a church the other day. Like most churches that see evil in everything, they particularly see the TV as being evil, so they had a message on their little billboard saying, “Kill your television.” Well, some kids apparently came around and altered the letters to make it say, “Kill yourself.” It was rather funny.

I’m wondering if the incense people no longer do free shipping on retail orders over $35 because there was a $7.35 shipping charge on my order form and I couldn’t find where they used to mention that on their site. I emailed them about it. Hopefully, I’ll have a reply tomorrow.

MONDAY, AUGUST 9, 2004 The T-shirt place, after all this time, called Tom to let him know he could have a job there. He called them back to let them know he found work elsewhere, figuring that if he were nice enough to respond, they may hire him in the future if MCX doesn’t work out.

Meanwhile, it got pretty hot today. I fell asleep at 4 AM and when the heat woke me up I thought it was 1 PM, but it was only 11 AM and already 82º. I was afraid it’d get into the 90s, but fortunately it peaked at 88º. Thanks to his being able to get the generator going once he got home, we were then able to run the AC and drop it 13º in just a couple of hours.

I thought about putting tin foil outside the windows by my bed, but we don’t have any. Instead, I draped a heavy towel over the curtain rod. These old curtains are nearly transparent.

Because it was Arizona-dry, it wasn’t so bad. I went out and poured a couple of gallons of water over my head at one point, though. It was quite refreshing and kept me cool for a while with my wet hair and clothes clinging to me.

When I went out the first time, I discovered Baldilocks dead. Tom and I both noticed that he looked off yesterday. I threw him by the abandoned trailer. He wasn’t a very sociable rat, so I can’t say it breaks my heart to know that he’s gone. He wasn’t mean, but he wasn’t nice. I decided not to get Blondie a new roommate since he can be rather aggressive. I don’t think I’ll get any more rats till we’re in the house.

SUNDAY, AUGUST 8, 2004 Today and yesterday were a bit stressful. No wonder they didn’t have a life a century ago. They were too busy trying to keep the essentials going. Between having to fix things, set up things and unclog the toilet, we’ve been rather busy.

Unfortunately, Tom hasn’t had much luck with the horses, but I ordered my incense! I’ll be getting 24 20-packs and 12 5-packs. Hope they don’t fuck up! I noticed they changed their time frame. It used to say it usually took 5 days to process orders, but now it’s saying 10-14. Is this because they’ve gotten more business or because they’re having trouble getting oils? Either way, I hope to get my order by the 25th.

After thinking about it, there are only 3 other states I wouldn’t mind living in. The rest I don’t care. Those states are California, Hawaii and Florida. Wherever we go next, I just hope it doesn’t happen for at least a decade!

Very surprisingly, I woke up at 125 pounds!

He managed to get the generator to run today after a million tries. Since it could be days before he gets it going again, I vacuumed the RV.

As for the toilet, he had to unclog it by jamming a wire hanger up it. It’s like, thanks, God. This is just the kind of life we need!

The AC works, so that’s good, but without the big generator going it can only run for a few minutes at a time off the inverter. It’s going to be hot all week, once again, so we’re doing what we did before, turning the heat off, opening windows, and letting it get as cold as possible in here by morning so it might not get as hot.

I’m breezing through No Escape. I wish all my books were this easy and fun to write! Well, they’re always fun, they’re just not always this easy.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 7, 2004 As I just told Tom, we’re going to have to compromise with the rats. Instead of throwing them back outside, we’re going to need to put them in the tank to keep their smell confined. In such a confined space as this trailer is, their being in the big open cage really stinks the place up. In fact, I’m going to throw them outside, since they can handle it, till we get the tank. I swear something is determined to badger me with horrid smells till I die!

Meanwhile, the fucking generator is continuing to act up. The new spark plug seemed to help, but now it won’t start. When the evil above went after our shit like always, I was hoping it’d skip the more expensive things, but nope. And as always, we’re stuck being forced to stop and play fix-it between that and the shit tank that got clogged.

We’re going to get a camping heater for the shed if I ever get in the damn thing, and one for the truck. That way, when he breaks down when it’s freezing cold out, he won’t freeze to death when he stops to play fix-it with that.

He said he saw fresh deer tracks in back this morning.

It’s to be hot tomorrow and the next day, so I hope the window AC he got won’t be broken like the printer’s black cartridge and like most of the things we buy.

Today we went to Fred Meyer and got a stove-top popcorn-making kit.

On our way down the mountain, we finally stopped to see the guy who usually has a roadside swap meet set up at the start of the paved roads. For just a couple of bucks, I got a huge box of all kinds of different envelopes. There are several different colors, sizes and designs. Some are holiday decorations. There were a lot of Father’s Day cards, St. Patrick’s cards and a few Halloween and Thanksgiving cards, too. Most of the decorations are flowers. There were tons of St. Patrick’s stickers too, but I have no use for those.

They’ve really come to know us as regulars at the Chinese place. Two of the waitresses and the owner chatted with us today.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 6, 2004 Never does an August 6th go by that I don’t remember the gorgeous and bigoted Rosemarie of the Vista Ventana. She, along with Donna, gave me my first taste of just how prejudiced Arizonans are towards gays. The reason August 6th reminds me of her is that I remember it being said that that was her birthday and we met right around that time. She’s a year older than me. I wonder, at 39 years of age is she still skinny and beautiful? Still hating gays. Still with shit cocks like the fucker she was with? Rick was his name and he’s another one I wish I let have it. Well, I started to a while later after he came to my door telling me he “understood” my fantasy about Rosemarie, and don’t “lurk.” I remember running up to his door and kicking and screaming at it while Dave, the security guard, called the pigs. Only he and his snob of a bitch didn’t have the guts to answer me. They knew by then that I was so fed up and furious with their silly fears and phobias, but it was the “don’t lurk” command that really set me off.

How different the Jodi of today would’ve handled them! Even if that would’ve meant getting my own ass kicked, it would’ve been worth it to stand up for myself, and stand up for myself I will the next time someone thinks they can either order me around or threaten me simply because I’m barely 5’ tall. And no, I won’t care how much of a direct or indirect hold they may have on me! Nor will I care about size, race or gender.

I have $15 now. Because we had to get several non-edible things which tend to be more costly, next week’s grocery run should give me the $25 more I need to make the $40 incense order I want. Then, on the weekend of the 28th - 29th, I’ll take whatever I get on the 20th and 27th to get some perfume at Walmart or Fred Meyer.

The rats have been easier to sleep with than I thought they’d be. This is mostly because it’s easier to go to sleep to noise, rather than to fall asleep and then have it get noisy. I go to sleep when they’re most active, but throughout most of my sleep, they’re asleep, too.

Although I wasn’t kidding when I said I was tired of all the moving and starting over, the idea of going to a Florida retirement community sometime after he retires is appealing to me. I couldn’t blast my music or sing too loud, but by then I’m sure I’ll be sick of the cold and snow as I got sick of Arizona’s dry heat, so why not go to a place that’s warm all year long, unlike in Arizona, and be eligible to go where the freeloaders and kids can’t go? The only negative there would be the humidity and the bugs. To end up living in 5 states would be cool and when I rewrite my autobiography someday, I can have 4 parts – New England, The Desert, The Pacific Northwest, and the Tropics (even though it’s not literally the tropics).

Tom says they may fire a lazy cock he works with and a woman with a big mouth. From what he says, she butts into people’s discussions, complains all the time, and thinks she’s better than everyone.

I’m going to have so much typing to do next time I get on my PC! I not only want to start a letter to Bob, but I also have like 5 journal pages to type, and who knows how many of my story I’ll have? The story Anyone’s Dream, which I renamed No Escape, is going so well. As for Traces of Hope, I may either dump it or put it off for a while. I basically hit writer’s block with that one, so I’ll have to do something crazy and extreme with it to liven things up.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 5, 2004 It’s like September in Massachusetts outside today. Cool and cloudy. Setting the heat at 55º last night instead of 65º was a dumb idea. It was only 69º come 11:30 this morning! I warmed it up to 75º and now it’s 79º. It shouldn’t get any warmer than that.

Later…

What’s going on? Oh, just fighting with the usual breakage curse. The fucking generator that’s only 5 years old is acting up. Who knows if we’ll be forced to shell out $600 of our permit/shed/shower money for a new one that’ll just break before its time like this one? As it is, I have to worry about all our other shit breaking. I worry the heater’s going to break, or the stove, or the computers, etc. It’s been nearly a month now without any major truck trouble, so that ought to be acting up any minute. It just never ends!

Meanwhile, I did get a Bob letter today. Yes, he’d like any stories, journals or jokes. I’m sending my big story. Once he confirms he got it, I’ll send some short stories, pictures and journal excerpts covering the trip.

He said that only his old landlady writes him occasionally and that he hasn’t gotten any visits in 7 years which is kind of sad. After being railroaded myself, I’m more convinced than ever that he was, too. I always said the guy didn’t have it in him to rape a fly, he never tried anything on me, and I think his worst crime was being too nice to say no to the delinquents who wanted his booze.

He says he’s got 3½ years to go, though where he’ll go and what he’ll do for money beats me. I hope he doesn’t get his hopes up about seeing me because the only way that could happen would be if he came here and stood in a motel. We won’t have the room for him, and even if we did, I doubt his presence would make Tom very comfortable no matter how much of a harmless, feeble old soul he may be. I sure as hell couldn’t be the one to go to him since I hate to travel. If it were that easy, then yeah, why not? He gave me rides, chatted with me on the phone, and more or less was like a surrogate father to me.

Tom just came in to say he thinks the problem with the generator is the spark plug which is only $3 and should be replaced every year. This one’s never been replaced, so it’s well overdue.

Instead of using the laptop for music in the shed, I’m going to use my usual music computer for a few reasons. 1. It’s got all my songs on it. 2. Its screen darkens. 3. It’s faster and easier to use.

The only drawback is that it’ll use more juice which will mean I can’t run it as long. It’s a trade-off that’s worthwhile, though. This way he can always have the laptop available for handicapping.

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 4, 2004 Tom got me a Lexmark printer yesterday, and of course there had to be something not working right with it, and that was the black ink cartridge. Oh well. At least I got to print in color. I printed Angel Eyes for Bob. If he gets it, I’ll send the short stories he hasn’t read yet.

The Tyler doll is going to be put on hold for two reasons. One is that I can’t find a way to order from the site that has her on sale, and two is because they never responded to my email which makes me think they’re not all that serious about doing business. As it is, I will not buy a mannequin when we get into the house from the Delaware site. I’ve sent a few emails over a space of time and not one was ever responded to.

Later…

Tom said they all got treated to ice cream yesterday at work. Something they did last month, he said, to earn it.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 3, 2004 Tom sent a text message saying he’s picking up a printer today, so I can finally print! I went and got my computer paper out and of course that had to be a 20-minute ordeal. I’m so sick of having to move 20 things just to get to one thing! I totally miss being able to walk up to something and get it, and with more than 2-3 feet of space to do it in. It’s okay, though. I won’t be living like a welfare bum, cramped in this tiny old dump forever. In fact, compensation for our years of struggling has already begun, slowly but surely. Tom won $76 yesterday on a horse bet! And this is from a guy who’s way rusty. We currently have a $56 profit. Back when he was in the Air Force, which provided the same shit fixed income SS & SSI did, he horse-handicapped on the side to survive.

I’m not even going to bother to try to figure out how to set up my voicemail on this phone. See, that’s why I’m not even sure I want to get a dishwasher for the house. Everything’s so complex these days with a million buttons. There’s no such thing anymore as a simple washer with a ‘start’ button and that’s it.

SUNDAY, AUGUST 1, 2004 Today was a fun day, though I got pissed off for a few minutes at one point. We first stopped at the mail place and learned we had a package waiting for us. I’m sure it’s a sample of some kind.

We went to the Chinese place where this waitress I’ve never seen before kept eyeing me with big, bright smiles. At least she was my type – tall with dark hair/eyes, though too thin. Also, I know it’s unfair to judge someone by their occupation, especially since I don’t even have one, but I wouldn’t want to fool around with anyone with such a menial job. In fact, I wouldn’t want to fool around with anyone at all.

We went to Sears for a new hole saw to put up the clothesline because the one he got before broke (figures).

We went to this nicer Laundromat near where he works. Their side-loading washers are way cooler than their top-loaders. They do a better job too, and we’ll probably get one in the house, along with an oven with a flat-top stove. The only thing we won’t be able to have because of the compost system will be a garbage disposal, but that won’t be any big loss. I won’t mind scraping leftovers into the trash and this time around we’re going to have the trash compactor that Steven and his twisted, scamming associates fucked us out of. No one’s going to dictate or control what we get with this house, nor are they going to take it away from us!

We stopped in where I got my wind chimes, and for just $4, I got a purple one with seashells that go nicely next to my pink hearts, and a metallic magenta twister that spins and shines in the sunlight.

What got me pissed was when this stupid cock parked in front of the gate at the storage place. I was just about to ask him to move when he came out and did so, only he didn’t quite back up far enough, the stupid idiot, and there was another car coming from the opposite direction, making it even harder for us to pull out. So I motioned for the dumb shit to back up some more and then Tom got all mad at me, saying I shouldn’t be pissing everybody off by using hand signals and I was like – tough shit! I had every right to be pissed and I felt like he was condemning me for it and more concerned about how I may make others feel than with how I felt, and that really, really bothers me! It bothers the hell out of me when he gets on me for being angry. I mean, if you can’t support the one you love when they get pissed, then why don’t you just say nothing at all, rather than defend or make excuses for whoever or whatever pissed them off. Why can’t he handle it when I get pissed? Do I need to suppress my anger and hope I don’t explode? Maybe turn it inward like I did as a kid? He’s just so damn paranoid about how others may react, I guess, pointing out that it’s a Western thing for people to shoot others, and as I told him, those are extreme cases, you can’t go through life worrying about how others may react, and I shouldn’t have to let people stop me from saying what I have to say or doing what I have to do, within normal reason, just because it may hurt their poor feelings. My feelings are just as important as anyone else’s. There’s a fine line between literally provoking someone and kissing their asses, and I wasn’t doing either. Nothing I did was inappropriate in any way. I have a right to be me as he does himself, and I told him that over and over again, not to expect me to join him in his world of paranoia and expect me to become him, and to just allow me to be angry when I see fit to be. I wasn’t taking it out on him, and if I had been, then I could see him jumping down my throat. Meanwhile, I’m not going to suppress my emotions or chicken out of expressing myself just because there’s a remote possibility someone couldn’t handle it. If they want to shoot me because they’re too weak-minded to handle something I may say, let them, and let them spend the rest of their lives in jail for it because sooner or later I would think that someone’s going to fuck with me that not even God could protect.

We’re cursed all over again with the foul odors. This time, though, it has an obvious source – the shit tank. The only question is, is it really the shit tank, or the place he buried the last tankful that’s stinking? I put chemicals down the toilet, but as I figured would be the case, it still stinks.

Anyway, while we were at the storage place, I got the soft downy blanket that’s not quite made of wool (I don’t know exactly what it is) and am going to use that as a sheet so I don’t have to use the big comforter anymore as a sheet but only as the blanket it was meant to be. This is the blanket I used to wrap my big princess Ciara doll in, but she can just stand in storage without it. It was for the drive up here that it was meant to be used to protect her from any big bumps in the road.

I may get that redheaded Tyler doll before my next incense order because I found a site that’s got her on sale. It’ll depend on how long she’s to be on sale. I emailed and asked, so hopefully they can tell me. If the shit tank keeps stinking like it has, though, I won’t want to wait too much longer on the incense.

Later…

Tom won $15 on online horseracing bets. He was always good at handicapping and says that with a little practice, he should be able to get 3-4 hundred a month, which we can split for fun. Because I didn’t think they’d ever be all that much, I told him to put any eBay profits toward the house. We need to either get a new camera or fix this one first, though.

Tom says the smell’s coming from outside and that the shit tank has always had a leak, so he deluded the smell by dumping old water from the shower tank on it.

What with how cursed we are with leaks and breakage, I’m amazed at how much works in this dump. The heat works, the lighting works, the stove works, the pump works, etc.

I really hope I get a reply to my email saying that Tyler will be on sale all month or longer because I really want to get the incense first. However, with a doll that’s regularly $42 - $59, I don’t really want to pass up a sale of $36. That’s just the base price, though, so who knows about shipping? It’s probably about $8.

Once, when Tom was sitting outside playing games on his phone, a chipmunk walked right between his feet, scaring the shit out of him. He even got a good scare from a bat one time when he was out after dark.

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genderbent-yt · 8 months ago

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Every single day I wish I could get better.

Mas the job, don’t know what to do. I don’t want to move out of this place, I’ve been feeling at home, been feeling OK here. I got a weird sensation about not decorating just because I didn’t know how long I would stay here. I know as soon as my husband figures out that I lost the job we are going to fight a lot. He’s been acting a little sassy lately anyway, so that’s whatever. I really wish that I had some other skills that the job market could take an abuse so I can squeeze some money out of it, but I’m pretty fucking stupid. I want to cancel that. I have some natural skills like clay, manipulation and basket weaving and farming, but that’s really it. I hate the city, there really isn’t any because they’re really worth staying at that aren’t corporate or customer service related positions that I would be willing to take on. I don’t wanna go back home; My parents have acted really fucking vicious last time I was there for no reason. I made a post a while back about worrying about rent and shit, but I deleted it. I regret deleting that. I’ve grown. I’ve literally grown up on the site and feel weirdly safe about posting kind of sensitive moments about that type of stuff even though I don’t go into too much detail.

I am tired. I am tired. I am tired. It may I say it again, I am very very tired. The job market is not it. I really really wish most days that I had some sort of skill that I can use to my advantage that isn’t creative stuff that makes me happy but all of those options doesn’t make any money. I used to doodle a whole lot digitally and animate stuff even though I never posted a lot of that on here. That was mostly just practice and shit. More than anything, I would love to reserve and truly be able to pursue my passions, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.

Going back to my parents this is not an option. I really wish that they were sane and healthy people but they did not grow up in environments where concepts like therapy and going to the doctor for medicine was for mental issues was a good thing. I’m very glad that young people, my age + 20 and onwards, are able to express that they need help in many forms. They are just not able to do that. I strongly suspect that my mother has some mental degradation going on because she asked me on Friday what happened to my middle right finger. I have always chewed on my fingers since I was five years old. This is nothing new, and that really really worried me. Before then, my dad had an absolute meltdown about my pet turtle and what we are going to do with her. I wanted to make sure that she ended up in a place where she could get healthcare because she never got a check up while she was living with us. She got adopted out to a nice family out with another turtle apparently, but all of the screaming and shit that was about her earlier was so unnecessary. I got most of that shit on Camera just because I know that majority of people won’t understand the obsessiveness and aggression of the screaming that was used or the words that were used. I have no clue if after the whole situation if I ever updated the OLD post that is now deleted about the gaslighting after that, but she said “oh, he didn’t mean to say that, he actually just loves you!“. There is no doubt in my mind now that there has been a change in that relationship dynamic… They are no longer before the cool party people I knew when they were 40 and I was just a young child. we had so much fun back then.

I’m just trying to figure it all out now. I called my friends and whined about my situation. I know I don’t ever really talk about how all the things have been happening on here in the past 5+/- years because for the longest time, it was just related to abuse with school and abhorrent transphobia. A lot of it was transphobia. There was almost always something happening even if I was mic silent about it. Unfortunately, in my house, I think if you aren’t white and skinny for whatever reason they don’t believe you. I know personally that I don’t need to rip open that scab of trauma because I know personally, they were just raised in a different environment and had trauma related to trying to understand LGBT people. I was figuring stuff out in a very weird political time anyway, and never really had the chance to finally how I felt before it all popped off.

Overall, I don’t think I will ever truly get better. I really hope one day that I do, but I don’t really see that happening. I can do all of the things that make me happy on my free time that I want but it’s not going to really change anything. I will always be sick. I will never get better. That is just how I am going to have to live my life. I guess all that really matters at the end of the day is that I am trying, right?

#tw abuse #abuse survivor #narcissistic abuse #Tw #tw gaslighting #Tw transphobia #transphobia #men’s mental health #mental illness #mentally exhausted #mental health #apartment loss #housing loss #personal stability

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ladywaifuuwrites · 4 years ago

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Pillars reacting to their crush who’s small but strong

Request: male pillars reacting to a really strong female pillar whos like super short like 4′10-5′ and they crush on them.

Pairings: Male pillars x fem! reader

Synopsis: Their crush is a strong smol pillar ^_^

Warnings: manga spoiler

a/n: I smiled at your request since I’m small too. Like I’m 5′0. And I’m kinda scared to do face to face classes since the boys at my school will tease me for not getting taller. Hmph. SO HERE YA GO. You’re the first request! Have a nice day whoever u are!

And I am so sorry this is so long! ASJDAOFHHASK. I got carried away in some of those storylines. I hope this makes sense (wrote this when I was hungry).

This would be a headcanon I assume.

I’m sorry if It’s taking me long to answer requests but don’t worry I’ll write those! I’ll probably upload rules for future requests :)

Giyuu Tomioka

yo this guy is tall not kidding

Giyuu is head over heels for you. He’ll want to protect you since you’re the most precious things he’s ever laid eyes on

Sparkles in his eyes whenever he sees you✨

He doesn’t want to lose you so he’s butting in on all of your missions. You get annoyed and you think he’s looking down on you.

You two get into a fight and doesn’t fix it since Giyuu’s communication is bad. It ends up in you walking away.

Nighttime and demons are lurking around in the forest as you take a stroll to clear your mind. Then a demon launches on you but thanks to your quick reflexes you dodge.

It’s a strong demon, close enough to become one of the lower moons. But nothing you can’t handle.

Giyuu senses a demon nearby and he frantically searches for you. *sim dads reaction when the mother goes into labor lmaooooo*

Lights fill up an area of the forest from the techniques you use. In like 2 strikes the demon dies.

He finally finds you as the demon’s ashes blow away. Your hair is dramatically blowing too.

He’s just staring at you then hugs you “I’m sorry. I’m not underestimating you…I just want to protect you.”

Then all good. He’s amazed by how strong you are despite you’re short stature. You’re going to missions together and sometimes he just watches you finish off the demon. Just happy to see that satisfied smile you have when you kill a demon.

Muichiro Tokito

When he first met you at the pillar meeting, he muttered his thoughts, wondering how could someone be that small? You’re in the same age but you’re small.

Shinobu heard him since she was beside him and said “that’s rude to ask someone”. She’s lowkey offended.

Tengen retorts to Muichiro. “You’re small too…??”

Since it’s rude, he kept his mouth shut. You’re the same age as him when you entered the corps. He thinks you’ll grow up anyway.

Surprise surprise you grew up, 2 inches. But still small.

He gets nervous a bit around you since puberty did you good. Won’t admit it though.

Cue swordsmith village arc

He’s having trouble dealing with Gyokko. (I hate his face. It’s weird and ugly.)

Then minutes later, you show up out of nowhere, giving great damage to the demon.

“Are you okay?” you ask him with concern and you two fight off the fish demon.

He’s in awe because you actually took over the fight. Sure you have injuries but those are minor compared to his and you were very careful.

He’s injured so he couldn’t do much but you saved him and the civilians by defeating the demon. That’s when he realized how amazing you are and you earn his respect.

Days pass by and you two along with the other demon slayers are commended by Oyakata-sama.

He thanks you when the both of you are walking together. He’s very grateful for what you did and you two become closer afterwards.

“Ah young love.” Mitsuri sighs blissfully as she watches you two leave the headquarters.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro knows you’re small and he knows you’re strong. You’re one of his trainees along with Mitsuri, so you’ve known each other for a long time now.

You rose to the ranks of the pillars with Kyojuro’s guidance. And now you’re looked up to by the whole organization because of your excellent swordsmanship despite your small figure.

So you’re tasked to train 20 slayers ranked below Tsuchinoto. You take them to a clearing in the forest where training equipment are already placed. You train them by remembering what Kyojuro has taught you over the years. And you smile, seeing your past self in the struggling slayers.

You gave them a 10 minute break and after 10 minutes, you do a headcount to see if everyone is in your proximity.

“18,19…?????”

Oh no. A slayer is missing.

So you set off to find the missing one and there you found him.

Hanging upside down from the arms of a large demon. The boy is muttering apologies for straying faraway and is begging for you to save him upon seeing you.

You are annoyed at the fact that he has disobeyed your orders and is now at the hands of danger. But this was no time to be blaming someone for a boy’s life is at stake here.

You jump into the air and you take down the demon pretty easily with one strike of your sword. And you catch the falling boy bridal style with your annoyed face.

You put the boy down but suddenly a demon comes attacking you both. You kill it but more of it comes at you. They are easy to take down but it keeps coming, making you tired if you have to do this all night. It just won’t stop multiplying.

You think you’ve killed almost all of it but then the slayer screams “(L/N)-SAN!!!!!”. A monstrous looking demon bares its claws at you, but before you could react a flash of flames appears right in front of your eyes.

“Kyojuro…” You whisper in relief as he slays the final demon. The bright flames sparkle in your eyes as you’re once again amazed at the man.

Kyojuro looks at you and comes over. “You’re so amazing.” You manage to say.

He smiles and says. “No. You’re the amazing one.”. You always manage to face whatever challenge and it always ends up in you winning. Kyojuro knows how hard you proved others wrong by becoming a strong pillar.

Super proud of you cause you’re strong. He actually watched you battle those before jumping in to save you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He doesn’t really care if you’re short or tall

The important things is that you’re useful to the organization

When someone teases you about your height, you end up feeling down and he’s there to beat that someone’s ass.

He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a softie when it comes to you. You eventually break down his walls and now you can say you’re friends with the scary wind pillar.

You always tease him though and he’s always annoyed. But everyone thinks you’re both dumb since it’s very clear that you two like each other but you still deny it.

There’s this time where Sanemi is visibly struggling fighting demons as you watch him peacefully on a rooftop. He’s glaring at you and asks you “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.

You just smile at him sweetly😊

Sanemi pretends his heart didn’t do a flip. But his heart stopped when he saw a demon behind you on the rooftop.

He was about to call your name when another blink and the demon’s head was cut off.

He was surprised since it all happened so fast. You go down to the ground, landing safely as you battle demons that the frozen Sanemi left.

It just took you 10 seconds to eliminate those demons and Sanemi’s mouth is left agape as he watched you.

You weren’t normally like this. So why the sudden surge of power?

“Sanemi hun. Close your mouth.” You say to him with a blank face, but before you could go past him, he gripped your wrist tightly and placed your small body in front of him.

He dragged you so easily lol.

He hugged you with your faced buried on his chest.

It was the comforting kind of silence. Sanemi was scared losing you to that demon but deep inside he knows that you’re strong.

Won’t admit that your moves are amazing.

Gyomei Himejima

This man is the strongest in the demon slayer corps and the tallest

Lmaoooo you would be like a mushroom beside him💀🍄

Gyomei actually gets out of tricky situations easily because he’s that strong

You’re a fairly new pillar who earned her spot 3 months ago. You two were assigned on a mission together. A gigantic demon appeared throughout the village that was between the regions you and the stone pillar were assigned in.

Gyomei knows your capabilities so he trusts you in doing a good job, but he can’t help but worry about you.

He doesn’t care if you’re small, he thinks that height isn’t the basis for an excellent demon slayer. But he’s still worried, so he looks for you. I don’t know how he looks but he looks.

Then he sees you fighting off demons very easily. A determined look is seen across your face. Gyomei feels he’s tearing up because he’s so proud of you. Proud boyfriend here somethin.

You were just a weak mizunoto years ago and now you’re a strong pillar who can fight with him side by side.

When you finish off the demons, you look to see Gyomei smiling at you. This were the fruits of the harsh trainings you went through, it made an excellent swordswoman.

Among the pillars, you stand beside Gyomei in rankings. So you’re powerful like wow. O_O

Obanai Iguro

He’s small but have you seen him fight? He’s a demon slayer with remarkable speed and you won’t know he’s attacking you because his moves slithers secretly like a snake.

You’ve always admired Obanai even you’re now both pillars. And that admiration bloomed into something more.

He’s a strong pillar despite his small stature and that’s what you aim for to be like.

You’re trying to show off your moves to him every time you’re in battle together, to show him what you can do. To which he’s just “meh”.

So you give up on trying to show off and just do it for the sake of the people you’re saving.

You really gave up on showing off, but you can’t help it cause your breathing forms are flashy. Obanai doesn’t show it but he loves that display of power you have when you’re fighting.

Poor man doesn’t realize he’s in love with you even though others point it out.

He’s having trouble dividing his attention on protecting the civilians or fighting the demons. Luckily you were near the area so you came to his aid.

You slay the demons with your sharp and precise movements in just a short amount of time.

He’s like 😲 but when you turn he’s back to 😐😷

He’s one of the guys who won’t admit that you’re amazing and won’t admit that he likes you. You force him to confess though.

Tengen Uzui

If Obanai doesn’t admit he likes you, this guy would shout that he likes you

Would openly flirt with you because why not? There’s nothing to be shy about.

Always takes the chance to compliment and flirt with you.

“You’re cute (y/n)” “Thanks” Tengen finds your height cute because the height difference is HUGE.

Another mushroom like moment💀🍄

He knows you’re strong so he likes to train with you. Always ends up letting you win because he just likes it when he’s pinned down by your smaller figure.

When a demon invasion came in your area,, you fight them off while Tengen is called for backup.

He slays the lesser demons easily and found you fighting a stronger demon while protecting some children behind your back.

He smirks and leans against a tree, arms folded while watching you fight off the demon.

You did it so easily making Tengen’s eyebrows rise.

Then you see him and ask him “what are you doing?”.

“watching you.” He finds you hot and sexy when you have that focused look in the middle of a battle. He won’t say it out loud because you might smack him in the face.

Super amazed at the fact that you’re stronger than the other pillars despite your small figure.(he thinks you’re stronger than him but dismisses that because pshhhhhh).

Will throw you over his shoulder at random times. Thinking that his antics will make you fall in love with him.

And it did…

#kny headcanons #kny #demon slayer #giyuu x reader #muichiro x reader #sanemi x reader #kyojuro x reader #obanai x reader #gyomei x reader #tengen x reader #uzui x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #iguro obanai x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #uzui tengen x reader #muichiro tokito x reader

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uglypastels · 3 years ago

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Hogwarts idea

Can you make a fic about how Tom sneakes out at night to spend the nights in the readers room (common room/bedroom) he’s a gryffindor and she’s a ravenclaw

Maybe they have a deal with the house teacher of one of the houses. Maybe he tries to hide in her bed as so not to wake the others. Maybe they fall asleep in the common room and have a minor panic when they wake up and it’s morning. Maybe they accidentally switch clothes or one of them steal the others clothes so they walk around with the wrong colors.

love love love love this!!! and I'm sorry it took me so long, I've been in a bit of a writing slump, but this is the best request to get me out of it! thank you <3 and hope you like it. (this got a bit out of hand and I might have changed the ending a lil bit but I hope its good heh)

(gender neutral!reader, I think? at least that's what I went for but if I accidentally missed something just let me know and I'll edit, I'm dumb)

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Being in your seventh year at Hogwarts, with exams just around the corner, was taking up almost every waking minute of your days. Adding the fact that you had your Head Student duties, and Tom had his Quidditch house team to take care of, meaning that you barely ever had time for each other. The only solution, in your young and smitten minds, was that some rules needed to be broken- just a little bit.

It took Tom some time to convince you since you were supposed to be setting the right example for the younger students, but eventually, one gloomy Friday morning, he finally got to you.

"C'mon, love, it will be fun," he had his arm draped around you as you tried to enjoy your breakfast, the looks of your fellow housemates never going unnoticed. There had never been a rule against students eating meals at different tables, and yet, seeing the captain of the Gryffindor team spending all his mornings and evenings at the Ravenclaw table was a strange sight. He preferred your table, he had said one day when you asked, it was quieter. That you could not disagree with. The Gryffindors were always rowdy.

"I don't know Tommy, what if we get in trouble?" you bit the inside of your cheek, as you always did when you got nervous. Tom responded by pulling you in tighter and kissing your cheek, then said:

"That's half the fun of it, darling." His words rushed an array of feelings through you. A part of you started to feel flustered, while the other wanted to shove his face in the large bowl of porridge that stood on the table.

"Please," he looked at you with his usual sad puppy-eyed look. "I feel like never get to see you, y/n. So I'll come over tonight, you can let me into the Rave tower, we'll hang out a bit and then I'll leave- like nothing ever happened. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Tommy-" You tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to say no to a gorgeous face like his. after a few short moments of silence, you finally agreed, "fine. Be there at 10. Do not be late, Holland."

"I wouldn't dare to waste a second away from you." He kissed you, grabbed a slice of toast (from your plate, of course), and got up.

"Wait, where are you going?" You asked, confused, since breakfast wouldn't end for another 20 minutes.

"I'm kind of late for early detention with McGonagall," he chuckled before running off, toast between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes and finished your meal in peace.

You never really thought that your classes were boring, but that day, every minute seemed to go by at a quarter of its speed. It was as if someone had put a time-stopping hex on you if that even was a thing. You couldn't wait to finish your studies in the library (the scheduled hours at the library was necessary since there was still so much to get through before the NEWTs), so you could make your way back to the Great Hall for dinner. Once there, you immediately were on the lookout for the head of dark brown curls. You stood in the doorway, letting people pass you, but no luck; Tom was nowhere to be seen.

Internally, you already started cursing. It would be just your luck that he'd get attention again for the rest of the night. Why did you have to fall for the troublemaker-

"Aaah!" you shrieked as suddenly your feet were lifted from the ground. Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were spinning around. You wanted to scream more, but you heard the familiar laugh, and it immediately put you at ease.

"Put me down," you laughed. Tom complied without pretence. But his hands remained at your sides as you turned to face him. And then, eagerly, his lips met yours in a chaste kiss.

It was, of course, silly to think that you could have this moment just for yourself, in a hall filled with hundreds of students. Only a few seconds into your kiss, you could hear wolf-whistles around you. Someone, who sounded very much like Tom's friend and team co-captain Harrison, called out from afar: "Get it, Holland!" Tom was quick to put up two fingers in his direction, not paying attention to anyone. But the mood was ruined, and you pulled apart.

"Missed you today," he said softly.

"Missed you, too." You replied. His fingers slipped between yours, and like that, hand in hand, you were already making your way to the Ravenclaw table, but, unfortunately, Tom was stopped when someone tugged at the back of his robes.

"Oi, you dickhead-" but he laughed it off when he saw it was Ben, another friend and member of the Gryffindor team.

"Sorry 'bout that," Ben apologised, "but we're supposed to be holding a team meeting, remember?" He pointed over at the Gryffindor table, and, indeed, the rest of the team was huddled together at the edge of the table. Harrison had gotten up when he saw you and Tom looking, returning the gesture of the two fingers held up in the V-shape.

"Shit, I forgot." Tom brushed his fingers through his hair. He looked at you, eyes already full of regret, and you could tell he was ready to apologise, but you stopped him before he even opened his mouth.

"Don't worry, we'll talk later, yeah." You kissed him on the cheek, "remember, 10."

And miraculously, Tom did remember. As the clock in the Ravenclaw common room struck 10, you heard the faint knock at the other side of the entrance. Of course, Tom knew where and how to access the Ravenclaw tower, but the riddles that the eagle doorknocker asked were at times a bit too hard, bless him.

You pushed the door open, and there he stood. His robes were exchanged for sweatpants and a hoodie. A blue one, you noticed, not that that would help him fit in with the crowd in the common room. Tom had been team captain for the past three years, and his team had not failed to win the cup once since he had even joined the team, to begin with. Everyone in school knew him and adored him. Not even the rest of your house managed to be mad at him (though the Ravenclaw team definitely held a bit of a grudge after a few bad losses over the years).

He stepped inside, and you quickly lead him around the common room up the stairs of the dormitories.

You had heard that years ago, the stairs had a spell on them that stopped the male students from even attempting to step up to the other dormitories. Now, however, this "rule" has been dropped, ever since several students expressed their concerns for the double standards between the male and female student body, as well as the discomfort it might set up for the queer students.

Personally, you thought it would be even better if every student could have their own room, since sharing a space with four other people could get a bit crowded at times and you liked your privacy, but it was understandable that in an ancient building like Hogwarts renovations were not always an option.

Luck struck once more when you opened the door to your dormitory, and it was empty. All of your friends were still out, most likely staring at their books, in the hopes of getting struck with a moment of brilliance that could help them pass their exams. You closed the door, and Tom made himself comfortable in your bed.

It felt like the entire day had already been wasted, not to mention dinner, so you hurried down to your bed, pulling down the curtains of the four-poster, just to get that little bit of privacy you longed for at the end long day. But, of course, it was nothing unusual or suspicious since you often closed your curtains when you were too tired to chat with your roommates.

It was dark with the curtains closed, but Tom was quick to pull out his wand and murmured "lumos" the tip immediately illuminated in soft blue light. The glow was just enough for you to see his face, the goofy grin taking over his features.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked, whispering in case someone would walk in.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "just happy to be here with you."

"You're daft," you laughed.

"Yeah, about you," and with that, he kissed you. The light at the end of his want went out as he dropped between you. His lips were soft and sweet, the pudding that had been served with dinner still lingering on him. He must have stolen a few cookies from the table when it had finished, you thought, to eat later. He often did that.

You stayed like that, cuddling, stealing kisses from one another, for hours, probably. You were never quite sure because eventually, you both drifted off into a slumber. You could have probably slept like that, wrapped in his arms, forever, if it wasn't the bright light peeking through your curtains that was hitting you right in the face. And the whispers. You could hear people talking.

"I swear, they're just the cutest." It was your friend talking.

"But do they really need to do it here?" A second voice said, also familiar to you. "I mean, how many rules do you think they're breaking?"

"Oh shut!" you heard pillows being thrown. Or at least assumed that was what was happening around you. You couldn't be bothered to open your eyes, instead deciding to focus on Tom and his calm breathing. Your head was close to his chest, so you felt it rise with each inhale he took, and you could hear his heartbeat.

It was Saturday, meaning no classes. You had studied every day for the past few weeks, definitely deserving a little break for the day. If you remembered correctly, Tom wouldn't have training until the late afternoon and you could always skip breakfast. If you got hungry before tea, you could always sneak into the kitchens. After all, the two of you had already broken so many rules, what would be the harm in one more.

Ignoring the further whispers of your friends, you snuggled closer to Tom, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around you. Both of you shuffled around a bit, trying to find back the comfort from the night, and quickly you fell back to sleep.

The End

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koobunno · 4 years ago

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Would it be alright if I pulled you closer?

smut, angst, sociopath!taehyung, dad!taehyung, husband!taehyung

A/N: This fic might be triggering to some, I'm sorry, I just wanted to cry a bit. :((

T/Ws: sex abuse, fingering, abusive husband/partner, oral sex, mild physical abuse

Word Count: 1,733 words

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Taehyung kissed your neck as he draped his arms around you. “Taehyung” you mumbled as you closed your eyes, confused if you're pleased or scared about what’s about to happen. He turned you to face him and cupped your cheeks while looking at your lips. “Hmm? Don’t tell me you’re tired” he smirked as if he knew what you’re just going to say. “No, it’s just, our son might hear us” you made up an excuse to get through this, well at least you tried. “No, he won’t” replied to you still smirking.

He then rapidly caught your lips with his, still analyzing what’s happening you didn’t get to respond to his kisses not until he squeezed your sides. It was not a gentle one and it made you wince a bit. You just closed your eyes and responded to his kisses as you always would whenever your husband feels needy.

The kiss went on to be wilder, needier and lustful. Still holding your eyes shut you felt how his hands travelled throughout your body. You felt it squeezing and spanking your ass multiple times, then went to your breasts to massage and play with your clothed nipples. You whined because of the unwanted pleasure he’s giving you.

His fingers went to your shoulders and pulled down the strap of your nightgown. At this point you’ll just be compliant, as he labeled how you should be. It exposed your breasts directly for you are not wearing a bra. He cupped your breasts and pressed them together. He put his mouth on your left bosom and ate it like a needy infant. He has bitten it and it made you scream because of the ache he gave.

“Stand up, face the wall” he authoritatively told you. You stood up as you didn’t want any more fuss to happen. While you’re facing the cold wall you can hear his clothes drop to the ground. Closing your eyes, you felt his hands trace your waist, he collected your hair after and asked you to give him the band on your wrist. You gave him the hairband and he tied your hair neatly.

After that, his hands went to the waistband of your underwear. Pulling it slowly as if he is seeing a sight. Still with your eyes shut, you felt how his long fingers slid to your pussy, inserting a finger inside you, and withdrawing it to spread your juices around. “Shit” you mewled as he massaged your now-wet clit, and went on fingering you again. Pinning you against the wall, you can feel his dick touching your back as he plays with your pussy with his digits.

When you think he got bored of what he’s doing, you felt the tip of his penis at your entrance, your body jolted as you felt the sensation. “Stay still” he whispered into your ear and bit it afterwards. You nodded as he turned you over and pushed you down to kneel. You knew what to do, you licked your lips and held on his shaft as you put it in your mouth. Taehyung moaned as you played with your tongue. He went hard by grinding his hips more causing you to gag.

Not wanting to stop there, Taehyung and you went to the bed again, he made you sit on his face as his tongue wiggled around you, holding your breasts tightly, you don't know what to feel, really. If it’s pleasure or despair as you let your husband use you for pleasure again.

Taehyung then pushed you back to the bed, harshly. Sipped and bit your neck, leaving marks as you feel his tongue against it.

You’re just startled when you felt him into you and started to grind fast. Hearing those sloppy and wet strokes, you just closed your eyes and let out a moan. Taehyung, still pounding you while eating out your breasts simultaneously.

He inserted two fingers on your mouth, as the push and pull doesn’t stop. He then halted for a while, made you stand on all fours, entering you from the back. Holding your hips to ensure the pace he wants. You pushed your face on a pillow for you don’t want to scream too loud. Spanking your butt, Taehyung didn’t let his speed down. “Ahhhh-shit” you heard him mewl as he pushed himself deeper.

“Ahhhhhhh-fucking shit” he shouts as you felt his cum wash your inside walls. You shut your eyes tightly again as if you’re thanking all the odds that it’s done, at last. Taehyung pulled out of you and went directly to the bathroom, maybe to wash himself. You’re still lying on the bed covering your body with the blanket, tired from what happened. The switch went off and you felt your clothes being thrown at you. He’s going out somewhere again, after using you.

“Taehyung” you called for him. “Yes?” he answered while he’s putting on his watch. “Please don’t forget your son’s Award Ceremony tomorrow” you told him like you were begging, knowing he’ll be out for the night again, you just wanted to remind him. “Yeah, thanks for reminding me.” he told you as he was leaving you in the cold room, putting your clothes on.

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You’re trying to sleep but you shifted on the other side of your body as you felt an uncomfortable ache at your waist, you stood up and went in front of the mirror to check. It displayed a big red mark because of the way Taehyung squeezed your waist earlier. You just grabbed a compress to put on it while you’re trying to sleep alone in a big bed.

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Barely getting any sleep, at 5:00 am you heard the doors unlock, because of your husband who isn’t that drunk but reeks of alcohol. You went there to check and he just rolled his eyes on you, as expected. He went up straight to your bed and slept as if he’s tired and weary. You just went back to bed to get a hold of sleep even for a short time.

Hours later you woke up just in time to help your son prepare for school. “Mommy, I’ll see you and daddy later at school okay? You promised.” he assured you. “Yes, baby, you’ll see us later” you nodded and kissed him before he ran towards the school bus waiting outside.

Checking on Taehyung who is still in a deep slumber, you prepared yourself for work. As you sat in front of the vanity mirror, you saw noticeable marks on your neck that’s why you made an effort to cover those visible ones.

You left a note at the door reminding Taehyung again for your son’s event later that day before leaving. You swung on your bag and it hit your waist, you flinched as you felt it hurt, knowing it’s now progressed to being a bruise. You let the idea go and went straight to work.

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“Uhm, we don’t have any meetings scheduled this afternoon right?” you asked your secretary, ensuring you don’t compromise work to attend to your child. “None so far, ma’am.” she told you as you told her that you’ll take an early-out for your son.

You arrived at your child’s school and went to the hall, your son greeted you and immediately asked about his father, who wasn't visible by the time. “He'll be here soon, now go back to your seat, I’ll be sitting here at the back” you told him as he ran off back to his seat. You called Taehyung and after 5 missed calls he answered. “What do you need?” he said over the line. “Uh, when will you go here? Your son asks about you.” you told him honestly. You heard him sigh deep and told you he’s coming. He forgot once again, if only you hadn’t called him, you’ll deal with your child crying for the rest of the day again.

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Taehyung arrived at the venue minutes later, just in time because your son’s preparing to go up the stage with his classmates, Taehyung held his hand before you did so you just went back to your seat. The ceremony started and your son received the prestigious award, still holding his father’s hand. They went down the stage and he showed you his gold medal and a plaque. You smiled at him and kissed his cheeks, Taehyung looking at him, smiling.

Taehyung suggested treating his son. You counted yourself out because you can feel Taehyung’s sharp glare at you. “I still have something to do for work, baby bear.” You made an excuse because your son isn't happy about it but you can’t stand him seeing you and Taehyung fight over nonsense matters while he’s on the treat. “Enjoy with daddy, first hmm?” you told him before you went to your car and drove home.

Arriving at your house, you went to your room and changed clothes, a thin flimsy white shirt and a short. You decided to change the sheets and clean the room. After, you went for a nap. Hours later, you woke up to a noise coming from the main door. It’s definitely your husband and your son. You saw your child carrying loads of toys, his father took him to a spree again. You just smiled at the sight of him being so happy to spend time with Taehyung. “Come on, show mommy what you got earlier.” Taehyung told your child and the little one excitedly pulled out everything his father bought for him. While Taehyung grabbed your waist, slightly squeezing it, you silently squirmed as your side ached once again. “Bedroom in 20 minutes, hmm?’ Taehyung whispered in your ear, making you shiver. “Isn’t this cool, mommy?” Taehyung sarcastically told you while holding one of the toys he bought for your son. You faked a smile as you nodded and answered with a yes. Your son giggling because of excitement for all of his new toys.

You just put out a lethargic smile because you decided to endure everything for your son, even if it’s an exchange for your well-being. It’s for your son after all, he’s happy whenever his dad's around, even if it’s the complete opposite for you.

You’ll still pull Taehyung closer despite the stinging pain you feel.

#bts smut #bts drabble #bts angst #taehyung angst #taehyung smut #taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung x oc #v smut #v angst #v x reader #husband taehyung #dad taehyung

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vash-the-trans-catboy · 3 years ago

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But I’m not tired

Written for @iclaimedtobethebetterbard

Thanks for 700 followers!

Prompt: domestic and fluffy dad!virgil with either Logan or Janus as his partner, tucking their kids into bed

Summary: Virgil and Logan try their best to get stubborn little Roman and Remus to go to sleep (the twins are like 8)

Taglist: @heirm @lost-in-thought-20 @moons-the-nightmare @sanderdarksides (let me know if you want to be added)

Word count: 1009

Ao3

“Roman, five more minutes of tv before bedtime.” Logan sets a timer next to the tv before heading back to the kitchen to finish up the dishes.

“Buttttt, Papa, Daddy always lets me stay up. This isn’t fair.” Roman pouts and whines and clings to the couch.

“Hey! That isn’t true. Nice try though.” Virgil comes up from the basement holding a basket of clean laundry. He plants a kiss on Logan’s lips before going to Roman, “It’s nearly bedtime, little prince.”

“But I’m not tired.” Roman hides between one of the couch pillows, occasionally peeking out to see if his dads are still there.

“A good sleep schedule is very important for a growing little boy, especially on a school night.” The tv clicks off. Logan moves the pillow to reveal Roman’s hiding spot, “Is there anything we can do that you come upstairs without a fight?”

“I want a bedtime story!” Roman cheers and jumps off the couch. He reaches up for Logan and does the little grabby hands to signal he wants to be picked up, “With dragons and princes and ummm magic!”

Logan scopes Roman into his arms and heads to Roman’s room. Right before following them up, Virgil snaps a picture to always remember how adorable his husband and son are.

After plopping Roman onto his bed, Logan picks out a bedtime story for him, “How about the story about how the prince rescues his lover from the dragon?”

“I love that story!” Roman giggles and pulls his plushie closer to him.

“Once upon a time the was this mean old dragon who lived in solitude in his abandoned castle.” Virgil starts to vividly narrate the story, “But life in solitude gets boring. He flew to the nearest village when his eyes landed on the prince of the kingdom, Ronan, and his lovely boyfriend, Jack. He swoops down capturing Jack in his talons before flying back to the falling apart castle.”

“Noooo!” Roman whines, “Give Jack back you stupid dragon.”

Virgil passes the book to Logan, “As the dragon made it back to his castle, Ronan started making his plan to save Jack. He gathered his sword, shield, and magic potions then started on his hike for the dragon’s castle. For five long days and five long nights, Ronan marched until he found the castle guarded by the large fire-breathing dragon.”

“He storms to the door and screams, ‘LET GO OF MY BOYFRIEND’. The dragon being a dragon said no, go away little prince.” Virgil continues dramatically telling the story. “Since the dragon would not agree to diplomacy, Ronan grabbed his sword and laced it in a stunning potion. As hard as he possibly could, Ronan threw his sword right for the dragon’s neck. The second the sword hit him, the dragon froze in place.”

“Ronan rushed into the castle to search for his love. In the distance, he heard soft whimpering. ‘Jack, I’m coming to save you!’ He followed the sound to the end of the hall where Jack was trapped in a cage and crying.” Logan flips the page, “The second Jack saw Ronan his face lit up. ‘You came to save me!’ Jack cheered. As soon as Ronan broke the lock to the cage he scooped Jack into a tight embrace, ‘I’ll always come to save you.’ The prince and his boyfriend head back on their long journey back to the kingdom. Ronan cast a spell over his kingdom to stop any other dragons from entering.”

In unison Virgil and Logan finish the story, “And they lived happily ever after. The end.”

Roman yawns and holds his plushie tighter. Logan tucks him in and Virgil kisses Roman on the forehead, “Goodnight Roman. We love you.” Roman falls asleep before Virgil could even finish his sentence.

“Now for the hard part of the night,” Logan whispers to Virgil, “Trying to get Remus to bed.”

“That can wait 10 minutes.” Virgil takes Logan’s hand and leads him back downstairs to the couch, “How about we watch tv, relax, and cuddle for a few minutes until we find and catch Remus.”

“Sounds good, Virge.” Virgil leans his head on Logan as Logan wraps his arm around him. 15 minutes pass and they both hear little footsteps running between them.

“Did you two forget about me?” A teary voice asks, “Usually you come to struggle to put me to bed by now.”

“We could never forget about you, Rere. We just wanted to give you a few more minutes to play before we came to get you.” Logan hands Remus a tissue.

“I thought that you abandoned me or maybe I was the last person alive.” Remus attaches himself to Virgil’s leg and starts to hysterically cry.

“Hey, little duke. We are right here and will never abandon you.” Virgil takes Remus off his leg and holds him securely near his chest, “Let’s get you to bed. All that crying must have tired you out.” Remus weakly nods, hiding his face in Virgil’s oversized hoodie.

Logan and Virgil take Remus up to his room, the one right across from Roman’s. While Virgil tucks him in, Logan checks on Roman to make sure he’s asleep.

“But what if I have another nightmare tonight?” A sad and tired voice asks his parents.

“You can always come to our room and wake us up.” Virgil hands Remus his octopus plushie and turns on the nightlight, “Slept tight. Goodnight we love you.”

Logan tucks him in tightly, “Now the monsters won’t be able to get you.”

They leave the room, keeping the door slightly ajar. “Does this ever get easier?” Virgil collapses into bed next to Logan.

“Probably not but adopting these two is the best decision we ever made.” Logan pulls up a picture of the baby twins from the day they were adopted.

“Yeah, it is.” Virgil smiles at the memory, “I love them both with all my heart.”

For the first night in a while, the house is silent and all four Sanders have a peaceful night’s sleep.

#analogical #ts analogical #kid!Roman #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #ts logan #ts virgil #ts roman #parental analogical #thegayemo writing #remus sanders #ts remus #creativitwins #kid!remus

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blissfulparker · 4 years ago

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Sugar and Spice Pt.1→Dad!Mob!Tom

Parings: single!dad!tom x baker!reader

Warnings: none yet! Mafia!Au so future mention of guns, death, drinking, sex, smoking

Summary: Tom is one of the youngest Mobsters known to London, youngest and most successful he seems perfect to people, feared by people. But his deepest secret is that he’s been raising a son all by himself. No one to be with since the birth of his son until he walks into the small bakery last minute for his sons birthday and meets you.

A/n; so obviously this is more of a part one to a series(I know I always start series and then get really distracted with life) but I wanted a fresh idea and a fresh fic to start off the new year. I love mob!tom and I love dad!tom and I was hoping I could mix the two💗💗(also I have no idea how to do read more on mobile I’m so sorry😭)

Secrets. Everyone had secrets. Tom Holland, one of London’s richest, youngest, most successful mobsters, Had a son.

He had a beautiful boy named Riley, he raised him with only the help of his best friend and brothers. He was the smartest little boy he knew, charming and innocent. A little boy who didn’t know any of the dangers of the world just yet.

That was his secret. At age 20 he was rushed into life with the beautiful boy and one of the most stressful and dangerous jobs to manage. He did everything he could for the boy, it was always his boy before his work. Stressful days where he could put a bullet into anyone who walked in on him turned better when his son came home from school with stories.

It had been six years since his little secret was born and it was his best and hardest secret to keep.

And now he had forgotten his sons birthday cake. He was turning six years old today and Tom promised the best Spider-Man cake with iron man, hulk, all of the avengers in the flavor chocolate. Now he had to find a baker that could do all of that in the time span of six hours.

After endless calls, endless hunting, he found a small bakery in the smallest corner of London that was willing to make his son's wild fantasy come true on his special day.

Suit and all, rushed from work, Tom had walked into the small bakery. Ready to pick up the birthday cake and make his sons birthday the best one.

He was greeted with the smell of sugary frosting and warm baked goods. A career so diffrent from his as he was a man with blood on his hands and the people working here were the ones with the flour.

“Can I help you?” Your voice is soft and takes him by surprise. Not the voice of the older women he spoke with on the phone.

You’re covered in flour, chocolate frosting wiped on your apron and you rinse your hands in the sink. But you have a soft face, one that calms him just by looking at. As if you never saw a day of anger, of pain, of anything. You were simply a poem he wanted to read.

It takes him a minute to come back. He hadn’t gotten with anyone seriously since the birth of his son. Overwhelmed with his work and his son, he also had feared the idea of no women being good enough for his son.

Although his son longed for a mother, he could tell. He could tell the stories at bedtime weren’t as good as if it were a mother’s, every Mother’s Day was missed and he knows deep down that every nightmare would be better if he was cuddled up in a mother’s arms. Tom could give him everything except a mother.

“I’m here to pick up a cake.” He clears his throat. You notice the watch, the expensive suit and his scent, a deep wood, an expensive scent. He had money yet of all the bakeries he chose it was the nearly dying one. “It’s Uh, it’s my sons birthday and I’m here to pick up the cake. My name is Tom. I spoke on the phone earlier...with someone…” he stuttered nervously as if you might not have it ready. Laughing softly you find his order on the computer. Even your laugh was angelic.

“Sophie? The older women?” You ask and he nods.

“Yes, yes!” He didn’t know why he was nervous, awkward even. He shoved his hands in his pocket to keep calm.

“Avengers cake…” you look up at the man and he has a red tint to his cheek.

“My son, he’s turning six.” He didn’t spark you to have a dad look, you had seen fathers come in and out of this bakery. Most of the men in their 40s and stressed over possibly a my little pony cake or cookies for a last minute club meeting to make their kid smile. Most fathers had the same look though, tired and worn out in possibly old sneakers and a wrinkled shirt. This man had a different look.

“Ahh,” you search for a ring but don’t see one. A single, young dad who looks to have everything together. A book. He looked like a character from a book. “I’ll be right back with that.” You smiled before turning to the back. Leaving the man alone, in the lobby of the bakery.

“Quite the last minute cake.” You came out with the large cake done beautifully. Done with red and blue frosting and on top was all the small figurines that you had to search for. But nonetheless, it was gorgeous.

“Your wife must be lucky to have a man willing to run out and surprise their kid so last minute.” You sparked the conversation in hopes that you would see if the man is single or not.

“Oh, no, just myself.” He pulls out his card ready to swipe and you press down on your lips. Maybe he didn’t want a girlfriend, he was young but he looked to have his hands full with a six year old and a clearly good job.

“Well, then he’s lucky to have such a great father.” You tell. He tries to hide his red tinted cheeks again but you notice.

“Your boyfriend must be lucky to have someone who must always smell like cakes.” He flirted back.

For the first time in years, Tom had flirted back with a girl without the intentions of sex. He flirted back without needing a drink in his hands and to be at a bar. He flirted back not hiding that he had a son at home that could potentially turn away a girl looking for fun.He flirted back as just himself. And so far you had seemed to like that.

“No boy.” You laugh softly.

Your eyes flicker and stare into his. They are light brown, light brown laced with a sort of mystery. A light brown laced with charm, lust and a secret.

“Well then,” was all he could think of. His game was off, he’s realized that. The dangerous mobster got nervous around you.

“Well then.” You repeated.

It’s a mistake. He will be making a mistake if he falls for you. The mistake of ruining your life as he doesn’t know how far he could go protecting the ones he loves. Riley’s life was in danger every day and he hated that, he hated the women he once loved for leaving him all alone but was also given the best gift of a son.

Although the nappies and endless nights of screaming were hard, he would do anything to protect his son. And if he were to find the future mother of his son, he would do anything to protect her but her life would be just as risk as his.

Maybe it would be you making the mistake. He would be selfish to go after you.

“I hope your Riley has a happy birthday.” You say and he’s taken aback. He doesn’t know how you know it until he looks down and written in black frosting in cursive is ‘Happy birthday Riley’.

“Well, with the best decorated cake i think I have ever seen in my life, I’m sure he will not forget this birthday. I might not either.” He smiles at you one last time and you look down trying to hide the burning smile that wanted to spread across your face.

Once he leaves the building you turn and rub your hands over your face, finally letting yourself grow a smile that has been hiding the entire time.

For the first time in awhile, a man has made you smile.

“Happy birthday to you.”

Smoke from the candles filled the room. Six years, Tom had offically spent six years of his life raising his son. Being a single father as well as the youngest Mobster, Tom had his struggles.

“A girl at the bakery?” Harrison, Toms best friend, smirked as the two of them washed up dishes while the kids played in the backyard after eating their cake.

“It’s nothing Haz. I’m busy, remember?” He scrubbed too hard at the plate as he placed in into the dishwasher.

For a man who had maids most days, he wanted it to just be family and friends in the house on his sons birthday.

“Yeah. But Riley isn’t.” He commented looking over to the boy who laughed with his friends from school he had invited to celebrate the special day.

With a silent sigh and a stubborn mindset, Harrison was right. Tom was busy but Riley was a child who needed a mother.

“See? I’m right. Once again. Why don’t you go back and get your number so you can get your dick-“ his best friend started but Tom didn’t want to hear the rest of it. Rolling his eyes and turning off the water, he walks over the ruined cake and places it on the counter.

No words leave Toms mouth and Harrison lets out a sigh. Coming over to his best friend, his best friend who seemed to have the world on his shoulders only at the age of 25.

“Tom, this isn’t just about Riley. This is about you as well. This is about you finding someone and finally having some peace because your life right now is simply just working and at the end of the day being a father. Sooner or later, Riley will realize his dad is always locked up in his office and maybe a women can change some things.” Harrison placed his hand on his shoulder before walking off.

“Daddy!” He hears the excitement of his sons voice come into the room.

“Hey Bubs!” He lifts up the boy. He plants a kiss on his cheek and he holds his new Spider-Man toy in hand.

“Can Jasper sleep over? He says he has a Spider-Man too and that we can play together. Can he please?” He pleads. For Riley, Harrison’s words echo in his head about the women.

Tom sighs, if he had a mother who wasn’t apart of a mafia like him. He would simply not have to deny his boy sleepovers and simple things.

“Sure.” He sighs thinking of how he will have to move his 8am meeting to the afternoon.

His best friend was right. He needed someone and maybe that someone would be you. Maybe he should for once take the leap and go for you.

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darthwheezely · 4 years ago

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Summary: George meets a mighty adorable barista in the new cafe on Diagon Alley and the man just can’t help himself... based off the song Coffee Girl by Johnny Socko! Sorry this took me absolute ages (9 days oops) to get out, guys :/

Warnings: DIABETIC FLUFF STUPID AMOUNTS OF CARDIAC ARREST INDUCING FLUFF UWU,mentions of sexism, Fred being Fred, cussing probably, alludes to sex, PG/PG-13

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George Weasley didn’t sleep. This had long been the habit of his ever since he and his parents had discovered that his elder twin Fred had been an avid sleepwalker by age 4, then became a (minor) party animal in his Hogwarts days, and finally when he became the co-owner of one of the Wizard World’s most successful entrepreneurs and business owners.

The man hadn’t slept in about 18 years give or take. And days like this reminded him of it constantly.

It was a Saturday, the first of the month, and to boot, it was about to be Christmas in a little over a week. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes was packed with everyone from couples window shopping, children in desperate need of fun now that school was out, parents trying to keep them in line, and even some old lady named Ethel (who swore she was part Veela, and therefore Fred couldn’t “escape her girlish charm.”)

“Ethel, you have an absolutely ravishing day, and don’t even worry about that moisturizer it’d be a waste of product on a natural beauty like you” Fred winked and kissed the old lady’s hand, George watching from the top of the steps rolling his eyes.

“Oh, Freddie, you know how to keep a lady young, don’t you? Oh - goodbye, Georgie! Have a good rest of your day boys!” She waved majestically to the younger twin on the stairs and he bowed royally in response.

“Bye, Ethel!” They both called as she exited the building, the bells flurrying in her wake.

“Georgie, mate, hate to say it but you are being uncharacteristically quiet and it’s making me uncharacteristically uncomfortable.” Fred said bounding up the stairs to meet him, chuckling briefly.

“Freddie, mate, hate to say it but I’ve had absolutely no sleep as of late and it’s getting to me. But I’ll be back up to my usual antics in no time.” He padded down the stairs, winking at a couple young ladies ogling him, sending them into a fit of giggles. Fred sat down on the middle step eyeing his brother carefully. It didn’t take a genius to see George wasn’t holding on much longer, the dark circles littering his eyes and the way he mussed up his already purposely messy hair just...didn’t comfort his older twin at all.

“George.” Fred sighed, George looking back at him, confused. He took his hands away from the merchandise Wonder Witch he’d been rearranging and gave him full attention.

“Take your lunch break early. And longer if possible.”

“Pffft, why would I do that when I have women to woo and boxes to juggle?”

“George.”

“Fred.”

“Stop, I mean it. You look half dead as it is, just go take a nap or get an espresso from the cafe down the aisle or something that reinforces the idea that yes, you are a human being and no, not a zombie.” Fred crossed his arms feeling suddenly a lot like Molly and dropped the cross. George pretended to ponder this tapping his chin, rather finding the mature brother role reversal funny as hell.

“Oh, alright, but can I still be a zombie when I get back?”

Fred hit him with a folder and sent him on his way.

-•-•-

You had just finished the lunch rush, finally being able to calm down and not have to worry about making one more goddamn Butterbeer Latte for at least another 20 or so minutes...until there’d be another rush. You grabbed a lemon scone, took off your apron and sat against the back counter. You inhaled the citrus scent, it was always something that you loved to savor, and took a bite.

The holidays for the Merlin’s Mochas, the cafe, had been absolutely atrocious so far. All you had for customers were angry businessmen, bratty kids and their upper class parents who let them run around the already small place being rude to everyone, your boss Lionel who had an affinity for calling every woman who worked there a “bitch” (...ok lionel) and to top it all off: you’d been pulling 9 hour days every day except sundays. Needless to say: you kind of super hated your job.

You had just finished your scone when you heard the door chime signal a customer, immediately wiping your hands on your jeans and restrapping your apron.

“Hi how can I-“ oh Jesus this is the hottest man I have ever seen. He was easily no older than 23, fiery red hair, a perfectly tailored striped terracotta suit, green tie, and the most gorgeous doe brown eyes you’d ever seen.

“How can you...?”

“Help you, ohmygod, I am so sorry I’m super-“

“Tired? Yeah me too...interesting how similar we are this early in the game hmm?” He winked at you and your knees felt too weak. No he was just a stupid hot customer that also was really hot and also? Was super hot. No worries, Y/N, just don’t die by 22 okay thanks.

“Very funny...wait are you-“ your finger led from him to the statue outside Wizard Wheezes, realizing a simple oh shit

“Yeah, that would be me. Or my twin Fred but we never really decided, that’s why he kind of looks like both of us mixed. Although we’re twins so we basically look the same anyway. I mean because were identical. Twins, yeah.” George, what the fuck is wrong with you, why are you sweating? She’s just a simply beautiful girl in a simply maddeningly purple coffee shop can you please breathe and not make yourself look stupid-

“Oh, wow! I’ve never met a twin before - not like twins are anomalies or anything it’s just so crazy. Science. Science is crazy” You closed your eyes and took a breath

“We should probably start over shouldn’t we?” You wrinkled your nose.

“That sounds much more redeeming than anything we both were about to say” George breathed out laughing softly, rubbing his hand through his hair.

“I’m George. Weasley. Like I said, I work at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, the shop over there, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this place before...or you for that matter, I never forget a beautiful young woman.” He said smoothly, his heart steadily subsiding - something about you had the power to not only make him scared out of his mind, but also totally at ease.

You returned the smile, warmly, the blood rushing to your cheeks at his compliment and sticking your tongue to your teeth. “Well, George Weasley, of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes I’m Y/N Y/L/N. And yeah, we’re new around here,” you leaned further onto the counter, realizing, albeit a moment too late that your eye level was directly with his abs now, and although he was wearing a suit...you could definitely tell they were there.

“We erm, just opened three months ago. It’s honestly a bit of a time to work here.”

“Oh and why is that?”

“Well, nothing like a blatant sexist to run an entirely female employed establishment and weird stuffy rich people.” Your eyes widened suddenly, and you felt like you had said far too much far too soon. But he gasp-laughed - laugh that ended as soon as it began and burst into a smile...like you had shared a secret with him.

“What the hell is he doing here then? Got a boy’s club to run in a purple coffee shop?”

“I mean you never really know these days, George, imposters are among us at every moment” you purred and pushed off the counter, meaning it as a joke but George’s heart screamed when he heard your name. As you moved to the other edge of the counter, he followed you.

“What a resourceful and cruel young woman, I am starting to like you, Miss Y/L/N.” He clucked. “And do you think of me like you think of Mr. I-Hate-Women-That’s-Why-I-Hire-Them?” He got inches from your face, smelling the coffee beans and vanilla extract that riddled your skin.

“Hmm...Mr. Weasley, I’m not so sure.” You coyly stepped away from him and took long strides to the far end of the coffee bar by the wall. George immediately felt a pit of flirtatious butterflies and (arousal?) something more in his stomach, jaw dropped, he followed you again. He pressed his hands to the counter in front of you.

“Well, how can I convince you?” He asked rather quickly.

“Hmm...” you leaned forward like he did before and his breath hitched in his throat “...let’s get you a cuppa first.”

-•-

“Wait, okay let me get this straight-“

“Yes?”

“You have 6 other siblings.”

“Yes.”

“...because your mom wanted a girl?”

“That-that would in fact be true, yes.”

You thought for a moment.

“So you’re telling me after she made it through you two-“

“-she still wanted to have more of us, believe me, it races through my mind daily.” He nodded vehemently laughing with you. You two had taken to the empty cafe at a table nestled in the corner, him sitting in a chair across from you on a bench. You had both been cracking each other up with stories from your childhoods, like how you both had managed to never know of the other’s existence until now.

He’d discovered that you had transferred from Hogwarts to Beauxbatons early on in your fourth year. You, a Hufflepuff, loved the quiet and soft landscape of the French school. You both had absolutely no idea the other existed. How? The world may never know.

He was brash. You were careful.

He was already flying when you were just feeling comfortable learning how to walk.

But you sat there with him for the better amount of an hour and a half, laughing and interrupting each other with memories of the school years you had, some weird and strange, and especially during fourth year, hard for George to talk about.

Ginny, his baby sister, had almost died. And as he said to you in a candid and highly vulnerable state: he blamed himself for almost letting her go to this day.

“I...I really do believe it was my fault.”

“George, it couldn’t have been your fault. Hogwarts is a big freaking death trap - you and I both know that,” you had said with an exasperated laugh, eager to make him feel better in any facet.

“Yeah, but...I’m her big brother. Yes, she has five other older brothers but...we were supposed to protect her.” He swallowed and blinked back tears. “It was her first year, for Christ’s sake, and I paid about as much attention to her as a doorknob would.” He had rolled his jaw and taken a gulp of his gingerbread latte (you had said it was your favorite, and he was loathe to try anything else) and you had softly draped your hand on top of his.

“If she’s as kind and loving and funny as you, I’d love to meet her.” You quipped, a small smile growing on your face in effort to soothe. He had smiled back at you, turning your hand over in his and drawing his digits lazily over your palm.

“Funny, because I was thinking the same thing.”

-•-

He had told you to close your eyes, that much had been true.

See, his coffee had started to get cold. So, like if you give a mouse a cookie, he’ll have to have some milk-

If you give a George a latte he will have to not only have another one, but also feel the strenuous need to show off for you and take you to his place of work. Naturally. And it was so lucky that by the time he’d proposed you leave, he even helped you clean and lock up afterwards.

Truthfully, it almost scared you how much he had seemed to care.

“Alright, Y/N, darling, I’m going to release my hands on the count of three, yeah?”

“Perfect, Georgie” you giggled. You’d legitimately only knew him for so long, but you just...you trusted him. He grinned widely, his strong hands only applying a slight amount of pressure as not to hurt you.

“Alright, then. 1. 2-“ he took his hands off your eyes and watched you adjust not only to light, but to your surroundings as well.

“3.” He breathed out taking in the way you smiled like a teenager, face alight with pure inundating wonder. You squealed and started to run around the store.

“Look at these! Pygmy Puffs - ugh they’re so adorable look at this one! Oh, oh - ‘Fizzing Whizbees’ - these look absolutely wicked! And Per- ‘Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder’?” You picked up the glittery stone in your hand, and heard a smooth voice perk up behind you.

“A real money spinner, that one.” You turned around and there was a man that looked absolutely identical to George, although entirely different in the same way.

“Handy if you need to make a quick getaway,” you heard George on the other side of you. He smiled warmly down at you, nodding his head up to look at the twin across from him.

“Y/N, this is my-“

“-older, much more attractive and fiscally responsible brother.” He winked and you blushed almost immediately. “Fred. Weasley.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Georgie has told me a lot about you and the shop - absolutely marvelous this place is, I cant believe you two created so much in such a short span of time. Brilliant it all is, really!” George had started to flush, rubbing his jaw to seemingly take the red away from his striking face. Fred, upon hearing the genuine warmth from your voice and the unmistakable use of “Georgie” had a small, but highly distinct aha moment:

“Well, we couldn’t have done it all on our own, one of our best friends helped us out a good lot. But thank you, really...it means so much when other people see how much we do and-” he looked directly at George.

“-acknowledge the things we love, right George?”

“Absolutely, Frederick.” Fred had given him the look that seemed to imply: “please, God, make a damn move.”

“Well, Y/N, I’m going to be off and woo some ladies, have a biscuit and do some paperwork” he smiled wide when you giggled, already enjoying your company.

“But I hope to see you again, very soon, yeah? Please stop by whenever you can, we’re alwYs just down the street.”

“Freddie, for your company, I’m not so sure, I’m still deciding.” You quipped. Fred laughed heartily at that and looked at George.

“Georgie, I like this one.” George looked at you and winked.

“Me, too Freddie, me too.” You leaned back on your heels as Fred padded back up the stairs to the flat, now completely alone with George. You threw your arms behind you back and forth and took a long stride to George.

“So...what are you those?” You nodded up to the array of pink bubbles in a clam shape in the corner. He hummed and reached to grab your hand.

“Love potions - c-can I show you?” He raised an eyebrow slightly, but he felt his whole body turn to mush when you accepted his hand and nodded slowly. As he walked with you, you memorized the feeling of his callouses and veins, the way your hand curled deliberately in his.

You wanted to make sure if it was the last time you felt something like that, you had that memory with you for a while.

“Essentially, if you give these to a person they will temporarily have feelings of love and attraction for you. Depending of course on the dosage you use and the weight of the person in question.” He explained. You watched the way his suit jacket pulled taut against his back muscles and instinctively wanted to honestly just take the whole thing off-

“Hmm...I don’t know about these, Georgie.” You hummed mischievously. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

He scoffed placing a dramatic hand over his heart. “Am i being questioned in my own establishment, Miss Y/L/N?”

You rolled your eyes and hit his arm, bowing slightly at him. “Well, do forgive my feminine insolence, Mr. Weasley, it’s not often I meet such bewitching mad scientists like you.” You watched his face grow blank for a moment at your compliment and immediately wanted to throw up.

“George, I’m really sorry, I know we just became friends-“

“Do you mean it?” He took a step towards you. You swallowed finding again his perfect milk chocolate eyes. You nodded.

“Hell yeah I did, you’re smart...and wicked hot” you both laughed at that. He took another step, the distance being unbearably harder to live in as his digits found a piece of hair and wound it behind your ear.

“Well, darling, the feeling is quite mutual.” He said quietly, taking in the whole of your face. He wanted to crash his lips onto every possible nook and crevice of your face, collide with you entirely.

“We’re going to have to do something about that, then, aren’t we?” You gently nudged his nose with yours and wrapped your arms around his neck, his strong and powerful arms pulling you to him gently. He wanted you to feel him not to break under his embrace. He leaned down and brushed his lips up to yours, feeling you whine and let out a minuscule sound.

“Got you making noises for me already and haven’t even kissed you yet, hmm?”

Your eyes fluttered close and one of your legs made it’s way in between his, snapping any chance at loose air between you two out of the way.

“Please, Weasley, pants a bit small for you?”

“Keep talking like that and they might, yeah.” You two laughed softly and with a final look to your lips he closed the last gap.

His mouth was perfect. His lips ghosted over yours one last time before wrapping every part of himself onto your frame, your lips entangled in each other like you’d never be able to taste him again.

But it was loving and slow and sweet. He tasted like gingerbread lattes and pastries and cinnamon and licking into his mouth you could feel the spice. He moaned lightly into your mouth, sending your knees buckling. He dipped you slightly, a hand traveling to your lower back to keep you steady, and his other hand coming up to nestle under the nape of your hair. Your hands caressed his face, his chest, needless to say? You wanted them everywhere. You wanted him everywhere.

The kiss broke and you and George were left breathless in each other’s hold, your foreheads pressed together as he kept you slightly dipped.

“Y/N, I’m feeling a bit tired” he quipped hoarsely, pressing a brief kiss to your lips and onto your neck. You hummed satisfactorily.

“Georgie, you’re gonna need another latte aren’t you?” You set multiple chaste kisses to his lips and cheeks, feeling him rumble with a small giggle. He caught your mouth with his and you moaned slightly.

“I’m gonna need a whole pot, to drink you in, love.”

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