#and they'll talk about how they went out shopping even when they knew they were sick and did have someone who could have done it for them

[dailymanners]

IF it can be helped at all, stay home when you are sick to prevent your illness from spreading to others, even if it's not a "serious" illness and is just a common cold, a common cold can still be really detrimental anyone with a weakened or compromised immune system from conditions including, but not limited to, leukemia, HIV, and hepatitis. And you can never know if one of your co-workers or a customer or a random stranger at the store has or lives with someone who has one of these conditions.

Not everyone can help it, some people risk losing their job if they call in sick, and not everyone has someone they can call on to run to the store for essentials while they're sick.

In these cases at least consider wearing a mask while you're in public so as to prevent spreading your sickness to co-workers / customers / random strangers you encounter while out in public. There are several cultures where even pre-COVID times it was considered rude to go out in public without a mask even if you had a simple cold because of it being inconsiderate to spread your sickness to others.

Now, if it can be helped at all, if you have a job where you can call in sick without losing your income, or if you have a job where you can work form home, or if you have anyone at all you can call on to run to the store for you to grab essentials, use that!

"Oh but I don't want to inconvenience my co-workers by having them down a person today, what if they really need my help?" You know what's going to inconvenience them more is when you make everyone at work sick, and some of them might either have a compromised immune system or live with someone who does.

"Oh but I don't want to inconvenience my friend by asking them to grab some essentials from the store for me while I'm sick!" You know what's going to be more inconvenient is when you spread your sickness to that dad you stood in line behind at the store who has a child at home withe leukemia, or a spouse with HIV.

And again, of course not everyone has an option. Some people risk losing their income if they call into work sick, or they don't have anyone who they can call on to get essentials from the store for them. But again, at least consider masking up to mitigate the risk of spreading your illness to vulnerable people who could be seriously harmed by even a common cold or mild flu.

[yanchive]

Tsundere turned Yandere?

Listen, I reaaallly don't like tsunderes, I find the concept to be annoying, having someone essentially treat you like shit because they can't grow a pair and accept their feelings for you.

But, the concept of a tsun going yandere sounds pretty interesting.

Surely, after dealing with so many snarky comments and polarizing experiences, not knowing if they genuinely enjoy your presence/friendship or if their just tolerating you because you two share an overlapping social circle. There's only so much you can take recieving gifts from them only for them to turn around act like it was burden to go all the way to the store to buy you it even though you never asked. Like, who does that? Gets mad at YOU for giving YOU gifts...?

It makes you stressed. The contradiction of verbal abuse and caring, affectionate actions leave you confused and annoyed. Eventually, the only right thing to do for your sanity is drop them as a friend. Yeah, you'd probably have to drop the other couple friends that are part of each of your social circle, but if it meant not being overwhelmed with gifts, affection, and berating comments, then so be it.

You break the news to them after another encounter. They had called you stupid for being cold one day(it was the middle of winter, why tf wouldn't you be cold!?). They began dragging you to the nearest café for a cup of hot chocolate, but you pulled away and confessed how your feeling. You wanted to do it as cordial as possible, but that uneeded insult had you being a little harsher than you liked it to be.

To be honest, it made you feel bad for a second, when you saw their resting bitch face melt away, their eyes going wide as they flinched away from you when you raised your voice. A look crossed their face that you couldn't quite discern, but you can tell it fell under the line of surprise and sadness. Heartbreak, maybe? But why would they be heartbroken? They've been nothing but a pain in the ass to you.

You fled before they could shake themselves from their shock and respond. They called after you, but you can tell by their fading calls, they were not following after you.

You blocked them on everything, and explained the situation to your friends before leaving all groupchats that had the little brat in them, and took the week off to settle your nerves and hide away. Not because you thought anything bad would happen, but just to hope whatever possible attempts at contact would wash over when they'll eventually(hopefully) give up. You knew a few times you got them coming to your door, but you never bothered to respond.

Once the week ended, and you decided to enter back into society, the first few days went by smoothly. Only to be awoken one morning to barrage of texts and missed phone calls from an unknown number.

The texts started off tame. A wave of apologies and begs of forgiveness. Confessions of love and compliments, telling you how they never meant to hurt you. How they were terrified of you finding out they were in love. The fear of rejection was so bad that they completely overlooked how their actions would affect you. It got more and more incoherent and unhinged until it was nothing but a massive load of photos taken of you throughout the past few days. Distant photos. You're in a grocery store in the first few photos. Going down multiple aisles. You're getting milk and eggs in one, chips and soda in another, deodorant, and body wash in these one. At the checkout lane in the last.

You're at a gas station in the next. Someone was taken the photos from within their car. You're stepping out of your own. Heading into the station. They're zoomed into the window, getting your blurry silhouette at the register. And dozens of you just standing at the pump filling your car.

They have you at your workplace, on a walk, at a restaurant, and a coffee shop. They put little quips of how amazing you looked in the photos, how you made them feel. They talked about wanting to snap the neck of the waiter who took your order when they made you laugh.

Voicemails were them alternating from having straight up mental breakdowns, sobbing uncontrollably as they tried to plead for forgiveness between each gasp of air. Others were just straight rambles, detailing their stalking and reiterating the same affectionate compliments found in the texts. They went on about how they dream of dates with you, how your wedding would look. It was such a 180 from how they used to be. Did that one argument seriously have them snap this bad?

You told them off before blocking their number, attempting to continue your day, albeit so much more paranoid that you liked it to be.

It was terrifying. No matter how much you looked over your shoulder, studied every single person in your vicinity, and tried to blend yourself in the crowds, you could never catch a glimpse of their face, nor shake the unnerving feeling of eyes burning into your body.

Gifts would start showing up at your doorsteps and workplace. Almost every day you were continuously blocking new numbers to try and get them to stop sending you messages and photos of you with no such luck.

You were at your wits end. None of your friends could help. Hell, several of them just seemed to disappear. They just quit contacting you. Police were only minor help, actually taking it a little bit seriously until they came back and told you they talked to your alleged stalker and determined it couldn't possibly be them and that you should contact them when this alleged stalker began getting aggressive. (Hello?? You have voicemails of their fucking voice what do you mean its not them!? You knew this town was shit...)

Though, one good thing came out of contacting the police. It seemed to have scared them enough to halt their harassment. All phone calls and texts came to an end. No more gifts. You could finally breathe.

This continued for a couple weeks. Life returned back to normal. So normal, in fact, that you finally felt safe enough to attend a bar party with a few coworkers one night, just to celebrate what you thought was your new found freedom.

Its just... such a coincidence you weren't the only one invited. Not that you knew. No, not until the next morning after a horrendous hangover. A hangover you weren't expecting. You had one drink, didn't you? Why does it feel so much worse than a hangover? And why can't you move your body? When did you have so many photos of yourself in your room?

And why is their a familiar face looking down at you with that unsettling grin?

[eroscomet]

Make it Right

Chapter two- Hauting for Home

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Paring: Astrid Deetz x Fem!Ghost!Reader

Warnings: Mentions death, a bit angsty, bad writing. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count: 3k+

A/N: Hello, lovelies! I'm so sorry that this chapter took a while to make. I was busy on the weekend; however, I found time to finally finish the chapter for you all! I really do hope you guys enjoy this one! I will try to get a specific schedule for updates on certain stories. If you guys are wondering about updates for 'Picking Up Pieces That Aren't Yours,' I will try to update that as soon as possible. I will also be doing a couple drabbles on different characters and or drabbles of characters I've already written for. I would also like to thank you guys so much for all the support you all have been showing me! I am so thankful and grateful for each and every one of you! Thank you so much for every like, reblog, and comment, it means a lot to me!

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"You talked to my dad?!" Astrid had exclaimed with an amused smile on her face. There it was, that twinkle in her eye that you had missed so much. She hadn't been very happy recently, with you not around and everything else in her life that had been happening.

"Yeah, when I had first died. I got sent to the immigration office, and what do you know? There he was behind the glass. He's just as kind as you always told me he'd be. Surprisingly, he immediately recognized me. He told me that he had been watching after you and practically watched our love 'blossom,' as he put it." The two of you continued walking outside.

You couldn't help but think about how people must be seeing this. Astrid looked as if she were talking to herself from an outside perspective. Aware of her past, you knew people had a tendency to bully her, so when nearing Miss Shannon's School for Girls, you tried to get her to talk as much so that others wouldn't look at her funny. So, you took up most of the time on the way there, talking as much as she could so that she didn't have time to talk. Which was odd because she was usually the one who'd talk while you'd listen.

"He said he liked me, which is a relief. Sometimes, I feel like your mom is more confused but is trying to be supportive. I mean, remember when I had first come over, and she started talking about how she too 'experimented' as she said. Anyway, that isn't the point. I met your dad, and we actually frequently visited you together. It's funny, sometimes we'd bond over how much we missed you."

Astrid's eyes had furrowed as she had begun to notice that every time she began or wanted to speak, you only spoke faster, almost sputtering out information. A frown tugged at your lips as she had caught on.

"I just don't want people to look at you even more weirder than they already do. If you're talking to yourself, they'll find that an easy target. Try...putting on some headphones and pretending you're on the phone? Or you can just put your phone up to your ear?"

She smiled as she took her phone out of her pocket and brought it up to her ear.

"Thanks, you're right. So, what else did he say about me? Did you see my grandfather? What's the afterlife like?" Astrid felt like she had a million different questions to ask.

"Your dad says he's proud of you and that he sees himself in you all the time. As for your grandpa, no. I mean, I feel as if it's harder to find him since he did lose his head to a shark. The afterlife is a bit weird. I can't tell you much about it since I haven't exactly crossed over. I basically only know what headquarters and a few shops look like. I mean, there's a 'Soul Train' which essentially takes you to the 'Great Beyond,' but I never went because I don't want to risk not being able to watch over you."

You grabbed Astid's shoulders, moving beside her to walk toward the street end of the sidewalk. Even though you were dead, the sidewalk rule never really left you, even while Astrid couldn't even see you.

"Yeah, I figured. I almost can't believe that a shark bite ended his life, I knew my family wasn't normal, but we can't even have a somewhat normal death? The Great Beyond, huh? Soul Train is a clever name though. Does no one know what's on the side?"

"I mean, I've never seen someone leave then come back from the train in the full year, almost two years that I've been here. I'm not taking the risk and crossing anyway, I can't lose you again after we just got back to each other."

"You're right..." Her eyebrows furrowed, her attention on the sidewalk as they continued to walk. She thought to herself for a moment before speaking again.

"So, you don't have any ghost tricks you learned?"

"Of course, you'd ask that, would you be disappointed in me if I said I didn't?"

"I mean, you've been gone for a year almost two, I'd expect you to know at least something to make me feel better for all the time you've been gone."

"Okay, uhhh... I can walk through walls and, I guess, float a bit."

"That sounds like every other ghost."

"Just because i'm a ghost doesn't mean I have super powers, Astrid."

"Just saying."

"I mean, I do have this nasty scar from the accident." You lowered your shirt neckline, showing the scar on the lower part of your neck. Astrid winced at the scar before looking away.

"Right. Weird how all it took was one neck twist for you to die.

"Well, it's more like my neck twisted as if I was a cartoon character that got punched, and my head began spinning-"

"Ew, shut up. Don't talk about it like it's something light."

"I'm sorry, you're right."

It was silent for a bit as you guys walked into the school, Astrid opened one of the doors while you phased right through the other door. Astird put her phone back into her pocket as she walked upstairs and past the other students. You followed after her, your eyebrows furrowing at the other students nearby her dorm. Some of them whispering to each other while giggling.

That's when Astrid opened her dorm room's door, a bedsheet attached to the ceiling by a rope coming straight towards her. The bedsheet makes out a ghost with a 'Boo' sign in its chest area. Astrid stumbled back before turning around and looking at the other girls, who began to burst out into laughter behind her.

"When you're all driving carpool and banging your pilates instructor to fill the empty voids in your life, we'll see who gets the last laugh."

The girls smiles and laughs quickly died as she finished speaking. Astrid turned around as she went into her room, shutting the door behind her. You smiled proudly, a laugh escaping you as you saw the looks on the girls faces as they disburst from Astrid's door.

"Witty as always." You said as you phased through her dorm room's door. The make-shift ghost on the ceiling startling you a bit as you had almost 'ran' into it. Sometimes you forget you're a ghost even if it's been a year.

"They have not toned down with the comments? You had always been careful about this topic, not wanting to bring it up too much with Astrid.

"No." It was a simple and straightforward answer that made you not want to question further. A part of you felt angry that you were helpless to all of it now that you're dead. You had gotten so used to defending her against everyone but now your words would only fall on deaf ears.

You sighed as you plopped yourself onto her dorm room's bed, thinkiing for a moment on how to steer away the conversation of bullying that she obviously did not want to talk about.

"Did you hear that my sister's pregnant? I know that I shouldn't bother looking over them since they're perfectly fine.."

"I'm not surprised."

"She's naming the baby after me."

"God, that's ridiculous! Naming their kid after a relative who isn't even dead yet-" Astrid's voice faltered for a moment. The fact that you were dead and have been for almost two years was still a punch in the gut after all this time.

"That's what I said, baby." You offered her a small smile as you played into the bit that you were still alive for Astrid. She still wanted to make her at least feel a bit better.

'Baby.'

Your words - and your smile, even if it was for her benefit - just made Astrid's heart twist further in her chest.

"You're killing me here."

"Why?" Your head tilted to the side as you looked at her.

"Because you're supposed to be dead." Her voice came out in a strangled whisper as she looked down at the papers scattered on her desk.

You bit your lip, you didn't want to show that what Astrid had said hurt you. Even if you were dead, you still had emotions and feelings. You paused for a moment before deciding to drop the topic.

"So, they're having a baby shower. You should go."

"Oh god, a baby shower? Is it too late to make you disappear again?" Her face had immediately scrunched up with distaste at the idea of being forced to go to a baby shower - especially your self-centered sister's baby shower where she'd name her child after you for her own gain.

"Come on, you couldn't see me for a whole year, and now that you're finally able to, you already want to get rid of me? That's cold, babe, even for you. Even for me who's dead cold. Get it? Huh? Dead cold. Because i'm dead? And i'm cold now because I have no blood. No? Okay."

"Oof, that was horrible." She said as she shook her head and grumbled in response.

"Come on, admit you missed me. I heard all your late-night talks that you thought weren't reaching my ears."

"I did miss you - I've missed you for a whole year." She confessed, sounding a bit surprised by her own confession. The room fell silent, the weight of everything that had happened falling onto the both of them. Neither of them wanted to address it, though, they didn't want to have to deal with it now.

"Did you ever-" She paused for a moment as she thought of the right words to say, "When I'd lay in your bed and mope, were you just...watching me?"

"No, I hated that. I'd still do what I would've done if I were alive. I tried holding you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear that never got to you."

"Sweet nothings, huh?" She teased, which earned an eye roll from you. Again, the room had fell silent as the two were lost in thought before Astrid spoke again, breaking the silence.

"How bad did it hurt?"

"Uh.. Well... I just remember being on the ground one second, then in the air the next. I landed, and well- You know what. It had hurt for that second that I was alive, but it had been an instant death if anything."

Having to talk about your death wasn't an easy topic. It was a reminder of how quick you had lost it all. The blood in your system, the beat of your heart, Astrid. The sight of you nervously fidgeting with your own fingers made Astrid's heart ache.

"I hate that." She muttered, her voice coming in strained, almost as if she was forcing herself to get the words out.

"I'm sorry." Your words were mumbled as she continued to fidget with your fingers, now more anxiously than before. The apology caused Astrid to shut her eyes, trying to hold herself together. She felt that now was not the time to start breaking down.

"Don't. Don't apologize." She had almost snapped at you as she opened her eyes to shoot a glare at you.

"Okay." You were never one to go against her word, you didn't want to start a fight. Especially not now. All you could do was bring up one of your hands, beginning to gently pull on the hairs on the back of your neck as you avoided Astrid's eyes.

"Is that a nervous habit of yours now? Pulling your hair." She asked as she reached her hand out idly to brush your hair out of your eyes.

"I had gotten it when I first reached the afterlife. When you watch the people you love hurting, and all you can do is ghost around them..." Your voice had faltered, forcing yourself to clear your throat and then begin to speak again.

"You feel so helpless. Watching everyone who used to be around you and love you so miserable about your death. It makes you feel guilty but, most of all, useless. There's no way to hold, touch, talk to, comfort them... It's hard."

The room had fallen silent after your words. Astrid's fingertips gently brushed along the back of your head - tracing the place that you usually pulled at. She let her hand rest there, trying to keep you from pulling at your hair again.

"How cold am I?"

Your words made Astrid pause for a moment. Leaning closer to you as she wrapped an arm around her now ghost girlfriend. The chill of your skin made her shiver involuntarily - but Astrid tried not to show the way her body automatically wanted to shy away from the cold.

"Really damn cold. It's like you're an ice cube almost." Her words a mumble as she got closer to you, laying next to you as she rested her head on top of yours.

"I'm sorry that I'm not warm anymore." Your own words come out as a mumble as well, instinctively, your head rests on her shoulder.

"I know you don't much like when it's really cold. I thought I was keeping myself with this sweater but now that someone's actually able to touch me, I realize it's doing nothing for me."

"Gosh, you don't have to apologize for that. At least you're here." She pulled you closer against her, her arms wrapping around your waist - burtying her face into your shoulder, even if your skin was freezing and caused a slight burn against her own warm skin. She ignored the way that her body had involutarily shivered at the contact - focusing instead on the fact that her girlfriend was here.

"Barely." You mumbled quietly as you gently pulled away from your girlfriend, knowing that you were probably burning Astrid's skin with your own cold, dead skin that was now a pale blue hue.

"Don't be like that. You're talking as if you have no more hope."

"Death has a way of doing that."

Astrid let out a quiet huff at your words. Her eyes flickered back and forth from you and her own hands that were now gripped tightly on her bedding - but in the next moment, she let go. Almost as if with a full burst of speed, she darted to you. Her arms wrapping around your body, hauling you into her bed in a tight, crushing embrace.

"Astrid-" You had said in surprise and protest. You knew that you were cold. Dead. The cold would burn Astrid at one point, and you didn't want that. Not when you used to be alive and warm for her. You used to keep her warm and now you can only burn her with your icy dead skin.

"Don't even think about complaining. I don't care if you're cold." Astrid snapped as she held you impossibly close against her. Her body shivered once again as your cold skin was like a bucket of cold water dumped over her body - but she ignored the cold, focusing on the sensation of her girlfriend in her arms.

A frown had tugged at your lips, knowing that eventually, Astrid would get too cold, but after a year of being a lone ghost who watched your loved ones move on or suffer because of you, you couldn't help but be a little selfish. Your arms wrapped around her as tightly as you could.

You missed your girlfriend so much. Watching over her for a year, her suffering for a full year over your death, had done a number on you. You'd cry if you could, but all you felt was this deep internal sadness. You had no heartbeat, you had no blood to warm your body, you had no tears to shed from your dry eyes. Your chest was the most still it had ever been, you had no air to breathe anymore.

It had begun to feel like too much for the both of them. Being this close to each other after a year of thinking they'd never be able to have contact again, feeling each other's skin despite the feeling of a small burning on her own skin from your own. It was almost enough to make Astrid cry.

The cold was beginning to seep into her skin - making her shiver and leaving her skin prickled. But Astrid wouldn't - couldn't - let go of you. Not when it had been a year since she was able to hold you. You had only frowned as you held her tighter. A small hiss escaped Astrid from the cold contact as she tried to get herself impossibly closer to you.

"Damn it, it's getting too cold." She hissed, speaking between clenched teeth as she tried to bury her face into your shoulder further.

"Warm up with the blankets, I'll just lay beside you. I promise I won't disappear." You pulled away, gently moving Astrid off of yourself as you carefully pulled her bedsheets over her body. When you finished tucking her in, you lay beside her, admiring every detail you could land your eyes on.

She only huffed a bit, feeling oddly petulant about the fact that she had to let go of you However, she did as she was told. A small shiver rattled her body as her eyes locked onto yours. She managed to mumble something incohereently as she reached for you, trying to tug you close again.

"Too cold, baby. Just give it a moment. I'm here, you see me." You tried to reassure her as you gently tugged a strand of hair behind her ear.

'Baby.' The soft nickname only made her want to pull you close again, but she knew that you were right. Her boy was cold - skin still pricked and burned from being in contact with her girlfriend. She snuggled further into the bedding, her hand gently reaching out to yours. Linking her own pinky with yours, causing you to smile. Her eyes looked into yours as if asking if it was okay to which you had nodded.

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A/N: I don't know why this felt like such a short chapter to me despite it being the most words I've written so far?? I might have some filler chapters for this and 'Picking Up Pieces That Aren't Yours' sometimes. Then again, there is still a lot to write for the storyline themselves. Thank you, lovelies, for all the support on my posts! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I'm so sorry if some days I do not have time to update. Also, if there's anyone that wants to be tagged for updates on this story, leave a comment saying so! Bye, loves!

[kiankiwi]

Husband Jacob comforting hormonal pregnant reader 🩷

You had no ideas why you were crying. You just were. There was often no point to your tears at this point in your pregnancy so you often just had to feel your feelings until you calmed down and were able to go about your day.

Jacob was up and on set before you even got up so you were used to waking up alone. Because he didn't get to see you in the morning, he would facetime you to say good morning and have a little chat because he had missed out on his morning with you.

He just so happened to call when you were mid sob. "Baby? What's the matta?" (his R's sound like a/aw to me lol) He asked, his eyes filling with concern. "You just--" You continued to sob and Jacob put his hand up, "Breathe baby, you're okay, breathe with me." He helped guide you through a few deep breaths so you weren't choking and coughing as you cried anymore.

"Just give it a second and then tell me what's up okay? Do I need to come home?" You shook your head in silence as you put your sleeve over your hand and wiped your face. "Take a deep breath." He took a breath with you to calm you even more so you didn't feel as silly.

"It's stupid..." You chuckled, laying back down in bed. "No, no baby, your feelings are never stupid okay. Can you talk to me, tell me why you're so sad?" That made you chuckle again because you felt so silly. "I'm not even sad! I just... you didn't wake me up when you left so I didn't get a goodbye kiss and then when I went downstairs to make a bagel, we're out of cream cheese and I'm too tired to go to the store and the store feels too public anyway, I feel like everyone's gonna be staring at me with this huge bump and I just.... argh!" You screamed out your frustration into Jacob's pillow which of course smelled like him and that sent you into a new wave of crying.

"What baby, what?" "Argh, your pillow smells like you!" You yelled, frustrated still. Jacob couldn't help but smile at that.

"Here bub, I see your water bottle is behind you on the nightstand can you take a drink please?" You nodded, guiding the straw into your mouth and taking a long pull. "Good, good job, keep doing that today okay?" You nodded.

Jacob got closer to the camera of his phone, so close that you could only see his mouth and facial hair. You laughed. "You wanna know a secret?" He asked, looking off somewhere on set so now you could only see one of his eyes. You grabbed Jacob's pillow and cuddled it. "What?" "I did give you a kiss goodbye, I tried to wake you but I knew you were probably gonna be sick as soon as you woke up so I left you be. I still gave you a forehead kiss though, I promise." You nodded. He was right, you did puke as soon as you got up for the day. "Thank you. I was really tired, I was up late reading again." Jacob smiled. "Is the book good?" You nodded, grabbing the 800 page monstrosity off your nightstand and showed it to him where you had left off.

"Damn baby, you can kill someone with that thing?" You quirked your eyebrow. "Don't piss the pregnant lady off." Jacob nodded. "Here how about I send an uber eats out for the cream cheese and maybe some chocolate too and they'll drop it off so you don't have to go anywhere?" You nodded, wiping at your eyes again. The nice gesture caused your eyes to well up again. "I'd really like that, thank you."

"I'm happy to help baby, is there anything else you want?" "Nutella... and maybe some cheetos? The jalepeno ones..." Jacob expected some weird items to be added to his shopping list. "Got it bub. I gotta get back now but by the time I get home, I want you to have drank that whole water bottle okay?" You nodded and just to make him smile took another long drink from your straw.

"Thank you, I'll see you in a few hours okay? Go and get my Rugby sweater if that'll help too?" Your eyes lit up at the mention of his old sweater. He blew you a kiss "Love you baby! Give the bean my love."

"We love you too!"

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I meant for this to be a ficlet but then I got inspiration and it was quite fun! I hope you liked this

@eee-lordy @mooodyblue

[worriedvision]

My first Honkai ask.

Honkai men when you walk in on them kissing an acquaintance of yours who's a chronic boyfriend-stealer.

Okay so I have tweaked this a little where the friend is someone who keeps stealing the readers crushes when they're about to make a move, like full on being supportive and all that to humiliate them. I've only gone for Dan Heng, Gepard and Sampo - well, Sampo's goes a lot better than Dan Hengs and Gepards. Obviously kind of angst for Dan and Gepard

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Dan Heng:

When he was kissing your friend, it was after she convinced him you were not actually into him. Twisting your interactions with him intricately so that you sounded horrible, telling him you saw him as a piece of man candy you'd brag about before saying how she would treat him oh so well.

As the kiss had intensified, you opened the door.

Your mouth flies open, a myriad of emotions coming to mind. Devastated, angry, numbed. The friend was never truly kind to you, you realised as she was kissing the man you told her you were going to confess to. She knew the time and place you planned, and she went a couple of minutes in advance. She fails to hide her smirk when she pulls away, looking slyly at you.

"...So that's how it is." You nod, your lips forming a thin line. "Fine. Have fun."

Dan Heng had also caught onto the mischievous look your friend flashed, as well as how conflicted and hurt you looked as you watched the whole thing. She turns back to Dan Heng, leaning in to continue the session before she's cut off by him firmly planting her away from him.

"Aww, whats-"

"Leave. I was foolish for listening to you, I don't know you." Dan Heng admits, rubbing his temples.

"My friend would have bored you, just saying." Your friend giggles as she leaves the room, no sense of shame as she leaves him to figure out how to act next.

Gepard:

"C'mon, just a kiss." Your friend asks, Gepard trying to figure out how to let her down nicely. "I want more practice, and you're the ideal height."

"Look, I'm flattered by your request but I have feelings for someone else." Gepard replies, her rolling her eyes before pulling him in closer.

"If you make them jealous, I'm sure they'll act on their feelings if they return them right?" Your friend giggles, Gepard processing what your friend had just said, your friend glancing over as you walk in on the moment starting.

She pulls him in, wrapping her arms around his neck as she cuts him off. As guilty as Gepard felt about not finding another way to stop your friend, he did enjoy the kiss. His hands go to her waist as you see him leaning in and closing his eyes, deepening the kiss. You rush off to his sister, the person who also told you he liked you back.

Serval was concerned when she saw you running into her shop, knowing your plan to confess to Gepard. When you explain to her how your friend was starting a makeout session with Gepard, Serval was gobsmacked. She knew her brother well enough to know he loves you, why would he even let your friend close?

Pulling out her phone, she types in a series of messages explaining how he really stepped in it before deciding to spend time with you, trying to keep your mind off her foolish brother and your terrible friend.

Sampo:

Your friend was silly to think Sampo wouldn't confess his feelings and embarrass her publicly when she tries to kiss him in public, the place you planned to confess.

Sampo wasn't stupid, he knew damn well your friend was a bit of a bitch. He heard all about her from various people, and when she started her usual talk he knew her plan. She always did this right when the other friend was about to confess, and he wasn't foolish enough to fall for that trap. She begins to put on the flirtatious comments, and Sampo can see you out of the corner of his eye.

"As much as Sampo Koski enjoys receiving compliments from strangers, he only has feelings for one _! He has no room in his large heart for a woman he knows nothing of."

You heard the whole thing, as well as everyone who was out at the time, and your friend is shocked.

"There they are, the one who I love and cherish!"

[montimer]

Joker x hero!reader

Him being ur number one fan (and ur his ;])

Reader in denial and bit dummy

(Could be any ver)

-Back in the hideout-

He jumped to the television when he heard your name. He left whatever he was focusing on, now sitting excitedly infront of the tv. Eager to see you, hear your voice.

An interviewer managed to get you to talk infront of cameras. 'If this is what you all want so bad..' you thought. 'Can't be that bad right?'

While she was introducing herself, his eyes never left your form. Ignoring her, he would get bored if you wouldn't be staring at the camera. "Silly you, you look adorable as always" he says.

"..and today here we are with (heroname)! Say how does it feel like to be one of Gotham's best hero?"

One of? Why they are number one! The best of all.

"Ahah, i wouldn't say that.."

Sweet, as you are always huh?

He kept on watching the show. He focused on every word you said, deeply acknowledging them. Getting worked up whenever the interviewer said something that he didn't like, speaking out loud, correcting her. Talking to no one but the box infront of him.

But one specific question made him go quiet.

"There's this one villain that seems to be very attached to you. You know who im talking about don't you?" The question made you wordless. 'Why yes he sure has been acting weird with you, but its not like that..right?' You tried to calm your nerves. After an awkward second you answered.

"Uh, yeah? Who might that be?" 'Just act dumb, just act dumb'

"The clown prince of crime of course, haven't you noticed?"

You chuckled awkwardly. You kinda felt this coming

"Soo, what do you think of such criminal? C'mon the world wants to know!" She asked you half begging.

Your mind begin to race through options.

'If i say nice things about him, they'll think im on his side, but if i don't, he might get mad' but why do you care? Do you happen to-?

"(Heroname)?"

Oh oh right, answers

"Well uh, well- he's sure is hard to deal with,,but ya know at the end of the day justice always wins!..well expect those few times he got away.."

"Hmm interesting but i'd like to hear more of a, personal opinion"

You tried your best to stay formal, now what? They say honesty is one way of heroism

"Hmm, i'd say he's a genius, just think of the things he builds, the toxin he makes. He's also pretty funny, i mean when he's not hurting others of course! What i ment was..his jokes are great. You gotta have lots of creativity to tell a joke. He's quite a looker too, his costume is nice and all..mmm was that personal?"

The interviewer looked both surprised and amused.

"Yes, that was definitely personal!" She said excitedly.

The amount of eyes made you even more nervous than before. You tried not to face palm. Instead you excused yourself, waved at the camera and flight away.

The interview came to an end.

'Gosh i just hope he wasn't watching' oh but he was, every single second

And there in the hideout he stared at the empty screen. Unmoving, processing slowly what you said.

Hey what did you blurt out just now? Genius,funny,handsome?

He begin to smile wide. Jumping up and down laughing excitedly. Acting like some teenage girl having a crush on a celebrity.

He knew it! You loved him just as much as he loved you! And here he was worrying you were gonna say something mean. Nonsense, why of course with his genius mind-as you said- he could figure it out in a snap of a finger!

He went to pick up the little plushy of you, cuddling up to it. He had every piece of merch he could get his hands on.(and photos he took of you while you weren't looking)

He usually steals them from local shops, and sometimes feeling jealousy upon seeing people cuddle up to the tiny form of you, he burns the rest. No one can touch whats his! He's sure they understand (incase they don't they should know whats coming to them)

In his mind its special and only he can have it, after all he is your biggest fan.

[momoyukirin]

Momo's "An Idol's Daily Life" Rabbitchat Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Preference survey

Momo: Maneko-chan, is it okay if I drop by Takanashi Agency today?

Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work! Of course it is, is this about the dumbbell matter?

Momo: Yep that's right! (*´∀`)b I ordered two sets online by accident and Mitsuki agreed to take one off my hands!

Tsumugi: Thank you for going to all that trouble! Mitsuki-san has a shoot and won't be here today, so I'd like to ask if it's okay for someone else to receive them in his stead.

Tsumugi: I'm sure you're busy, so please let me take them if you don't mind...!

Momo: It's just an excuse to be on the move, so don't worry about it! I also want to see Kinako-chan since it's been a while☆

Momo: They were a big nuisance even if I kept them in my room, so Mitsuki did me a big favor~!

Tsumugi: He was excited to give his all in his home workouts, after he receives the dumbbells!

Momo: Since Mitsuki is already really strong, he'll get an even bigger power-up!

Tsumugi: It appears he wants to build even more muscle than he has now!

Momo: I'll do my best too, in order not to lose(っ`・ω・´)っ)))

Momo: Welp, it's evening already, but I'll drop by later, okay!

Tsumugi: We'll be expecting you!

Tsumugi: I may be away for a while to attend a meeting, so in that case is it okay if Banri-san is the one to welcome you?

Momo: Ehh!?!?!?!?!? Ban-san will be there today!?

Tsumugi: Yes! I informed him that you'll be visiting this evening!

Option 1:

Tsumugi: He said he looks forward to seeing you!

Momo: Eeh!? Can you let him know I'm looking forward to it too!? We had really bad timing when we met during MEZZO"-kun's recording last week, so I didn't even get to greet him (｡>д<。)

Option 2:

Tsumugi: He said he really wants to talk to you, after all this time!

Momo: Wait a sec, I'm getting nervous all of a sudden!! I'm very happy I get to catch up with Ban-san too! I'll be there asap, okay!? -==Σ((つ°∀° )つ

Option 3:

Tsumugi: Is Yuki-san going to be coming as well?

Momo: Not really, Yuki has another shoot to do, so I'll be by myself! I really hope he can come with me next time there's a chance to meet Ban-san though.

Momo: Wah~~~~ I'm kinda excited now!

Momo: Maneko-chan, thanks for telling me beforehand. If I'd come over there without knowing, my heart might not have been prepared! ><

Momo: By the way, can I ask you something?

Tsumugi: What is it!

Momo: Do you like Lemon cheese tarts*?

Tsumugi: I love them!

Momo: (*^_°) b

Tsumugi: Um, why do you ask?

Momo: It's kinda like a survey of Maneko-chan's preferences! (*>∀・*)/

Momo: It seems that a popular Lemon cheese tart shop opened recently, so I was wondering if you knew about it!

Tsumugi: Are you perhaps talking about the shop that recently opened near the TV station!?

Momo: Yeah yeah, that one! The staff told me it's delicious and that there's also pistachios in it!

Momo: Have you tried it yet?

Tsumugi: Not yet, unfortunately... Banri-san and I went there during our break the other day, but it was sold out so I couldn't get it.. ><

Momo: Thought so, it's really popular after all (ノ_・。) I heard people were lining up for over two hours on opening day.

Tsumugi: That's right..! I heard it's relatively empty on weekday mornings, but I can't really go then...

Momo: Some good news for you, Maneko-chan! (oノ∇ `)ノ:* • ° ° • *

Momo: They'll be accepting reservations, starting next week!

Tsumugi: Is that so!?

Momo: Apparently, if you make a reservation online you can skip the line!

Tsumugi: Wow! I'll be sure to check it out! Momo-san you're really well-informed!

Momo: Eeh, you think so? I just happened to catch something about it in the wind that's all (・´3`・)

Momo: By the way, how many people are in the office todaay?~*

Tsumugi: Huh?

Tsumugi: Including myself and Banri-san, there should be 5 people...

Momo: Understood! (・∀・)ゞ

Momo: I'll go buy some souvenirs so look forward to it✩

Tsumugi: Could this be..!

Momo: Fufufu, you'll have to wait and see ･･･(¯ー+¯)

Tsumugi:

1)Also known as Hokkaido cheese tarts apparently, this is what they look like

2) In this bit, Momo uses -nya instead of -na, like he usually does, though it wasn't possible to integrate it in the sentence itself without making it sound cringey (the original isn't, by the way) so just imagine him saying it with his >:3 mischievous cat voice lol

[goldenavenger02]

Kid lloyd gets sick and the ninja take care of him??

Or- Jay and lloyd doing silly antics and the ninja being so done with their crap??

(P.s. get well soon!❤️)

Thank you for the well wishes! I went with the first idea since I immediately had inspiration for it (thank you, Darkness Shall Rise, AKA one of my top three episodes of the show) and I hope you enjoy!

Buzz. Buzz.

Cole knew he couldn't get on his phone as he stood outside of the front steps of the bank.

His boss was already upset with him for stopping that elderly woman, no matter how many times he explained that she was acting suspicious, so answering his phone was only gonna get him in more trouble if not straight up fired.

And he couldn't afford to lose this job, not when the only one making more money than him was Zane, even if it was only by two dollars.

Buzz. Buzz.

'Maybe it'll go voicemail, or they'll just give up and text me. I can check it on my lunch break.' Cole hoped as he observed the sidewalk.

Buzz. Buzz.

"Oh, screw it," Cole muttered, taking a look around to make sure his boss wasn't anywhere to be seen before pulling his phone out and answering it, not even bothering to look at the number, "Hello? I'm at work-"

"Do we have Tylenol?" Lloyd's congested voice cut him off and stopped annoyance from continuing to build in his chest.

"We don't have any children's, I don't think. Zane's going grocery shopping after his shift though, I can ask him to pick some up on my break," Cole explained quickly, "are you okay? You sound snotty."

"My head hurts, but I'm-" Cole winced at the sound of Lloyd's coughing fit coming through the phone and was greeted by a much more hoarse voice finishing his sentence, "I'm okay."

"No, you're sick is what you are," He retorted while trying to calculate who would be off work the soonest in his head and simultaneously trying his best to not think about her since that was the last thing he needed right now, "look, I can ask to clock out early-"

"No! We need the money!"

Cole sighed because Lloyd was right; if they didn't save up the money for rent, they'd be homeless which would be another obstacle that stood in the way of them stopping Lord Garmadon and the Serpentine.

"Okay, okay, I'll stay," Cole agreed even though every congested sniffle made him want to leave and get back to the penthouse so the ten year old wasn't alone, "but I'll ask the others, see if one of them is almost done with work."

"I really don't need-"

"Yes, you do. You're sick and can't even reach the medicine cabinet," Cole argued and when he only got a huff in response, he continued, "I gotta go now, squirt. Can you go lay down until one of us gets home?"

"Yeah."

"Alrighty. Be good." Cole insisted before hanging up, only to be met with the scowling face of his boss. 'Shit.'

"So now you're taking personal phone calls on company time?"

"It was an emergency, my little brother's sick-"

"This is your second strike, Brookstone," his boss cut him off with a hand held up, "do not get a third."

Cole waited until the man was out of earshot to say what he was really thinking, "I need to get a better job", before he pulled out his phone and opened the group chat to type a quick message.

"Lloyd's sick. Needs meds and someone to watch him."

And with that, he put his phone on silent and pocketed it; after all, he had done everything he could, he just had to hope that one of the others had access to their phone.

…

"How do we even take care of him? He's Garmadon's son, what if he has a completely different recovery process?"

"Jay, what the actual fuck are you talking about?"

"What did the thermometer say again?"

"100.4, but I would not be surprised if it has risen since we returned."

Lloyd's eyes burned as he tried to open them; after calling Cole, he figured that the best thing to do was lay down on the couch until one of the others got back with Tylenol but after taking a nap, his clothes were stuck to his body with uncomfortable sweat despite just how cold he was.

Even though he felt it building in his throat, the deep cough that made his head pound and his chest burn caught him off guard, as well as effectively silencing the bickering that had started in the other room before bringing what sounded like two sets of footsteps right to him.

"Lloyd? Are you awake?" A hand pressed against his forehead and gently brushed his hair away from his eyes, one that was warm and calloused against his soft skin, "he's burning up."

Lloyd finally managed to open his eyes, craning his neck to look up at Cole's face looking down at him before looking right at Kai who still had his hand against his forehead and turned his tight frown into a smile that anyone could have seen right through.

"Hey, buddy. We got you some medicine and Zane's making dinner."

"Not hungry."

"You gotta take some medicine regardless," Cole cut in as Kai pulled his hand away from his face and walked towards the kitchen, "plus, chicken noodle soup, especially Zane's recipe, is a surefire way to clear out that sinus system of yours even if you just drink the broth."

"Hey, what are we making Lloyd take right now?!" Jay called from the kitchen which made Cole sigh while smacking his hand gently onto his forehead in annoyance.

Lloyd had to fight back against the cough that built up in his chest from giggling at the action.

"I'll be right back. Stay awake, okay?"

The nod only made his head pound harder behind his eyes, but he kept it to himself until the last of the ninja made their way into the kitchen when he draped a hand over his eyes.

"You wanna sit up for a sec and take this?"

Cole's voice was gentle, almost in a parental way but Lloyd did not want to sit up; not when his head felt like a bowling ball,his limbs felt like jelly and he could barely keep his eyes open with how much the light burned them.

"Not really."

"Lloyd-"

"Everything hurts."

"I know. I know you feel like shit and I'm sorry that I wasn't here sooner, but the medicine will help you feel better and we're working to get shifts arranged so someone can keep an eye on you-"

"Is that gonna mean less money?"

Cole pulled in a sigh as he rubbed a hand over his face before his dark brown eyes pierced into Lloyd's green ones.

"Lloyd, this whole job and house and money thing, you don't have to worry about it. We'll figure it out, all you need to worry about is getting better, okay?"

Despite how much he wanted to protest, about how the only reason they had to work this hard was because they wanted to make sure he got the best training possible, his head hurt too much to push back against Cole's statement, "okay."

"Alright, then let's get you medicated and in bed. Sleeping on the couch cannot be good for your back."

…

It hadn't taken long to get Lloyd in bed.

Kai remembered when the kid used to fight, punch, scream and even bite on a few occasions when they had first brought him aboard The Bounty every time they tried to get him to bed.

Sensei and Zane were the only ones who ever had any luck getting him to lay down and go to sleep at a reasonable time, even though he was still convinced that Jay had let Lloyd stay up past his bedtime multiple times.

He knew that most of it was because he was sick and barely able to sit up to take the medication that he had called Cole to get, let alone bicker with the others about how he should be allowed to stay awake past eight thirty p.m.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if some of it was the boy grappling with how serious his destiny was.

It had been different when Kai thought it would be him to defeat Lord Garmadon, that it was just like any other ordinary battle despite the heavy weight of it, but now that they knew that one day it would be his very own son that would stand in front of him and strike him down.

Kai just hoped that Lloyd's gi would no longer have to be cuffed around his ankles and wrists before that happened.

He was relieved when his phone alarm went off, announcing that it was time for him to free Cole from beside duty, even if it was just so he could escape his thought process.

When he walked into Lloyd's bedroom, he wasn't surprised to see Cole's head resting against his neck in the armchair that sat in the corner of the room; seeing the youngest of their team sick was stressful on all of them, but knowing just how close it was to home for Cole added another layer of worry to Kai's already frayed nerves.

Despite how peaceful he looked and how tired he had been from standing for nearly twelve hours straight for the last couple of days with the exception of a half-hour lunch break, Kai knew that if he didn't send him to lay down in his real bed until he left again at five that his neck would regret it in the morning.

"Cole?" He whispered, only getting a response in the form of an aggressive jerk when he rested his hand on his shoulder, "sorry."

"No, no, you're good," Cole shook his head, standing up and twisting his head to the right until his neck let out a small 'crack', "be careful with that chair, it'll do a number on your neck."

"Noted."

"Jay set his alarm?"

"Yeah, I watched him do it," Kai nodded, leaving out the part where he hovered over Jay's shoulder as he set multiple alarms due to the fact that he was notorious for hitting the snooze button and ending up being late, "go get some sleep."

Cole nodded with a mumbled "night" as he left the room, shutting the door behind him and leaving him alone in the dark room with Lloyd who was still asleep despite their hushed whispers.

Kai couldn't stop himself from brushing the hair out of the boy's eyes before resting his hand on his flushed cheek and letting the feverish warmth seep into his skin for a moment before sitting down in the armchair.

Maybe he couldn't stop Lloyd's destiny from hitting him way too soon and way too fast, maybe he didn't have his elemental powers anymore thanks to the lack of a fire sword, and maybe he couldn't get enough money being a party entertainer, despite doing the human pinata, that wouldn't pale in comparison to the others salaries.

But, he was able to sit in the darkness on the off chance that Lloyd woke up and needed someone there to comfort him, give him more Tylenol or even just let him know that he wasn't alone; for Kai, given everything else going on, that was enough.

[paisholotus]

Now playing: When I Look At You~ Miley Cyrus

Shia's Pov

Miami, Florida

Two weeks later

Today, Brian was coming over to have dinner with my parents. Brian is officially my boyfriend now. After that first date we went on a lot more dates and after the 5th date he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I said yes.

I'm an old school girl even though I'm only 23. I believe if a man wants to date you, he should take you on a few dates, get to know you real good, and then ask you to be his girlfriend. That's how I believe men should be with every woman. Because I honestly can't stand this hookup culture shit. I was raised by a father who told me I shouldn't lower my standards for no man. That I shouldn’t stand for the bare minimum. But, let me tell you something, Brian goes beyond the bare minimum. His fine ass makes me wanna yoke his ass up, but we gotta have some decorum round hea. Make him work for it.

I pulled up in my parents' driveway. My dad was still at work, but he was coming home early. My sisters were out grocery shopping. My brother's Quez and Cole were married, so they won't be coming down with the kids till later. Quez lives in Virginia and Cole in California. I don't get to see them a lot, so when they come down, they stay for at least a month. Especially so we can have time with the kids. Lemir is engaged to his girlfriend, but they live in here in Miami, so they'll be here before dinner. And my youngest brother and sister Huey and Najia. He's a senior, and she's a junior.

I looked over at Brian, who softly bounced his leg and seemed to be deep in thought. I placed my hand on his leg, making him look at it as he smiled, nervously biting his lip.

"What's wrong, bubba?" He shook his head and cleared his throat, "nothing, I'm fine. I'm just excited." I snorted and unhooked my seat belt, climbing into his lap as he placed his hands securely on my hips, holding me in place.

"You know you're not a good liar. Well, at least not to me. I can see right through you. But, I promise you absolutely nothing to worry about. My mom is the sweetest person ever. My dad is a little rough around the edges, but what protective father isn't? My family is overprotective, but they are loving people. So you don't have anything to worry about."

I looked into his eyes, watching his body relax some, as his hands squeezed my hips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed his jaw softly.

"You okay now?" I asked, smiling sweetly at him. He nodded and gave me that smile that turned my stomach into knots.

I laughed and patted his arm, "Okay, sweet boy, let's go."

We got out of the car and walked up the driveway. I already talked to my mom as we were on our way over here. And I knew she would be in the back gardening. One thing about my mom is that she had an amazing green thumb. Grew her own fruits and vegetables and plants. My dad built a green house in the backyard just for her.

I held Brian's hand, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles as we walked in the backyard, seeing my mom gathering tomatoes.

"Hey, Mama." I greeted her, as she smiled up at me getting up.

"Hey, Mi love, how are yuh?" She hugged me, swaying me from side to side. She then looked at Brian, giving him a big smile as he stuck out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Brown." She looked down at his hand, and waved him off.

"Wi hug inna dis family. Suh gimme a hug." She said, holding out her arms as she gave him a hug.

I stood at the side them watching them and smiling. I already told my mom about Brian, and she said she had a good feeling about him, even without already meeting him.

"Okay, wah don't we inside, huh?" She said, leading us in the house. As we walked in Brian looked around at the family pictures, and said how warm it felt.

"So, Brian, Shia tells me yuh from Barstow?" My mom asked, Brian, setting down the tomatoes on the table.

"When mi was in college, I once knew a woman from Barstow. She was di smartest person, and i knew. She had dark brown hair an blue eyes. She really neva get along wid her family. But, her an her mada had a great relationship."

I brought over some lemonade for them watching Brian interested, listening to her story.

"She was mi best friend. We practically did everyting togetha, she had dis boyfriend dat mi absolutely despised, No gud for her. Would boss her round an belittle her. One day she tell mi she pregnant an mi was happy for her, because she was happy. But mi neva like dat she got pregnant by dat man."

I brought over some of the new fruit tart she just made. And cut a slice for Brian. Even though he's not gonna eat it right now, he was too focused on her story.

"Mi had to move away, suh wi kinda lose contact. But mi receive pictures in the mail of her two boys she had. Afta dat mi couldn't get in contact wid her anymore." Mama finished her story looking Brian with nothing but love in her eyes.

I looked in between them, trying to put two to two together and smiled softly when I realized.

"Yuh, look just like Angie." She said, softly making Brian stiffen in his seat. His eyes began water, making her reach over and grab his hands.

"Yuh, haven't seen her in a long time have yuh?" She asked, lowly.

He sniffed and quickly looked down, wiping his eyes, shaking his head. "No, I haven't." I walked behind him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing the top of his head.

"Mi, no know what yuh did. Or what happened. But, yuh need to go see her and your brother. It's like too short to dwell on the past. I'm sure she thinks of yuh everyday."

I lifted Brian's head back so he could look at me and wiped his eyes. I could tell he's never been this vulnerable around people. I whispered it was gonna be okay and told him he needed to see his mom and brother.

"What y'all in her -" we looked to see who walked in, and it was my little sister, Najia, walked in coming from school.

"Oh, my bad, I didn't know I was interrupting." She said lowly, looking at Brian as he cleared his throat and smiled at her.

"Hi, I'm Najia, you must be Brian, right?" She asked, sticking out her hand, and he gladly shook it.

She looked at our mama and smirked, "You making people cry with your kindness again, ma'am"

We laughed as Mama rolled her eyes and told her to go do her homework. Mama and I got started on dinner as Brian talked to her.

I couldn't help to wonder if this was fate or not.

Angie

As

Angela O'Conner

[shadowredfeline]

Three in One Post

For my Filipino Friend's On This Day Posts

First one

Looks nice when using an ID to look similar to Persona 3. And since i have played Persona 3 Portable as well as for Persona 3 Reloaded, it would be cool for Murukir to bring Paul, Scottie and Bonn along since the three awaken their Pokemon with their Evokers. Charizard, Cinderace, and Machamp, and even Murukir's Pokemon, Jigglypuff. And for the four of them, they can go save the town from the Dark Hour and avoid having people suffer from Apathy Syndrome. Same goes when the Cartoon Network characters that wanted to do the same thing. For Paul, Scottie, Bonn and Murukir, then can call each other the Pokemon S.E.E.S. and we'll see if Pablo would like to help the four out as well.

Second one

Well since we did celebrate All Saints and Souls day, yesterday, my mom and i went to church after i had lunch, we went into a Cathedral and the weird part about the mass, there was no music. They didn't bring anyone to play the Organ or the piano. I mean the cathedral only has just a church Organ, then afterwards, when my mom and i went to a gift shop, then i spotted some stuff like DVDs and Statues. For the DVDs, i know they showed a DVD, but the DVDs were the Saints and Heroes Collections, all i found was Ben-Hur and the Race to Glory and St. Francis Xavier and the Samurai's Lost Treasure. But normally i do see a lot of Religion DVDs a lot every time i would go to a Religion store with my mom. And with the Statues, I spotted a Mary Statue of her being Pregnant, it was kinda confusing if i thought that was part of the story of the Nativity Scene, i know they did that in the Simpsons when they talked about the origin of Christmas. But if we did that with OCs in a Nativity story of Christmas, i'm sure we might find out. And it looks nice with Spot, Riya and Murukir in line color style since it does remind me of how Kirby's Epic Yarn was like, and i haven't played that game in forever. Ever since my sister and i got that game during Christmas time and after when my sister and i went to see a movie and when we saw Nintendo stuff going on at the mall during Christmas 2010.

And Response to my Filipino Friend

Thanks, i thought Penny would look great as a Witch compared to some of her last costumes she wore a few years back. And i'm sure she and Lighting would both do fun stuff together that time and i'm sure they'll both do something together for this month. And i'm also glad you got to try out that Google Doodle game as well. Because Lisa has been talking about the Google Doodle characters a lot every time she thought of a drawing she did like the Bubble tea one.

[horrorslu7]

jealous “pre michael” corey fic??? 👀👀👀❤️❤️❤️

Hiii, thank you so much for requesting 💕 I hope you like it, sorry if it turned out kinda short or too angsty.

Jealousy.

Summary: Corey was an amazing boyfriend but sometimes his insecurities could make him say things he didn't really mean.

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x fem!reader.

Trigger warnings: -

Corey wasn't really jealous. I mean he trusted you and knew you were loyal. But he was very insecure and always thought that there were plenty of people out there better than him.

And maybe that was true, maybe there were people that were better than him in many things but you didn't want them, you wanted him. And you always made sure to tell him that.

He would be lying if he said that dating you didn't help with his insecurities. You made him feel loved for the first time ever.

But he couldn't just silence that voice on the back of his head that told him that you knew many people who were richer, prettier and more charismatic than him.

And you may not straight up cheat on him but you could realize how better others were and, eventually, leave him for someone else.

He really tried to not have those thoughts, he really did but he couldn't help it when you started to talk about this coworker of yours whose birthday was coming soon.

You were really nervous about it because you were fairly new at this job and it was a corporate job which just made you feel even more awkward and nervous. Everyone seemed to be way more formal, way more rich and way more "adult" than you. You were an adult but it didn't feel that way when you were surrounded by others who just seemed more serious overall.

All you could talk about since getting that job was how you were so nervous about fitting in. You couldn't stop talking about other people and what they might think of you.

You couldn't stop talking about other guys and what they might think of you. At least that's how Corey saw it eventually, and it wasn't fair but he didn't mean for it to happen.

The birthday of your coworker was on saturday and you had asked Corey to go shopping with you for a gift. He loved to do anything and everything with you but he didn't really appreciate a whole evening of hearing all about this guy and how he was and what he might like.

You have told Corey before to tell you if he ever felt bad or sad and needed to vent and help, and he should've told you but he didn't.

He told you last minute. You came out of your bedroom fixing your hair and looking for something.

"Hey babe have you seen my phone?" You asked Corey, who was watching something on the TV, as you looked for your phone.

"I think is in our bedroom." He said and then looked at you, he was instantly mesmerized looking at you, you had a beautiful blue dress on, high heels and a jacket. It was casual overall but pretty. You turned around and saw his expression to which you shyly laughed. "You look gorgeous." He complimented.

"Thanks baby." You answered and then "fixed" your dress by pulling it down and running your hand through it trying to flatten it even tho it was already flat. "Do you think they'll like it?"

He couldn't help but sigh to which you immediately looked at him and he cursed himself mentally. "What's wrong?" You asked and went to sit next to him.

"It's just..." He thought what he would say before talking but that just made him realize he was being jealous over nothing. But those were his feelings and he couldn't help them so he decided to tell you. "Lately all you've been talking about is this other people and especially this other guy this last couple of days. I know I'm being ridiculous though, they're just your coworkers but they're your much richer, much smarter and perfect coworkers."

You couldn't believe what you heard. "Corey you're not being ridiculous by feeling this but, if I'm this nervous it's because I think they're better than me." You said as you took his hand on your own and caressed it. "I don't care how much money they have or how smart they are. If being with you would mean that I have to sleep under a bridge I wouldn't care as long as I got to sleep next to you. Maybe you're not better than everyone in general but you're better than anyone else to me."

Corey couldn't help but automatically kiss you, and you gladly kissed back. When you two broke apart, you took off your heels.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he watched you take off your heels and also your jacket.

"I don't really feel like going." He tried to insist for you to go, he felt better and he was gonna be waiting for you when you came back but, you told him you rather spend the night with him than with people you didn't even know. Plus you were so busy trying to be liked by them, you weren't sure if you liked them.

[arry-katt310]

I think yall are getting sick of Maddie, so I'll explain how Harmony's relationship with her father was.

So I think you all know that Harmony's mother was kidnapped after Harmony was born, so Jason became the world's most overprotective father of all history.

He had this weird fear that the demon lord who took his wife would be back for his daughter, so he technically imprisoned her within his toyshop for 14 years if her life. He did it completely out of love and fear kf losing her, there's nothing creepy going on there.

Harmony didn't really pick up on the fact that her father was overprotective until she was about 11.

He had a LOT of rules for her. Like she had to keep her hair out of her face and many rules about the way she dressed and other stuff like that.

Even then, Harmony was VERY close with her father. No matter how many times she got ticked off with him.

Jason never let anything hurt her, and if he got angry at her, he'd actually have self control, unlike how he is with his victims.

After she turned 11, he decided to make her her own dimension within the toyshop. It was meant to look like the woods, bc Harmony loved forests and other stuff like that.

One day, she was walking around the dimension when Jason called for her to come back to his toyshop, which she dud, but she got her sleeve caught on a tree branch. Instead of calmly pulling it off, she yanked it off and it ended up slicing her arm open from her shoulder to her wrist. The cut was deep too. She she panicked bc she knew her father was going get mad at her. She went to her bedroom, wrapped her arm in a long sock, then put on an oversized sweater. When she went to go find out what her dad wanted, he didn't notice it.

After that, she took her sewing needle and thread then sewed her arm together herself.

Since then, she wore long sleeved dresses and sweaters.

3 years later, Jason still doesn't know about it.

Every month or so, it'd get infected, so she had to change out the thread, and let's just say it was excruciatingly painful.

Then she meets Juliette, who's the first one to know about it. She told Harmony that she either needed to tell her dad, or have they'll get Julie's father involved. Harmony chose to have Julius sew it, and let's just say he was NOT happy to help her.

Jason finds out and he was infuriated. His entire life after Shelia was taken, he had been dedicating it to protecting Harmony. And knowing that he failed set him off.

Another thing that happened b4 that was Killian would try to talk Jason out of forcing his daughter inside, Jason was not convinced. So Killian went as far as showing up and taking Harmony back to the dress shop to tell her what an amazing person her mother was and how she's gonna end up exactly like her mom.

Anytime that happened, it ticked Jason off more than the last.

Lastly, Harmony is a very good kid. Never goes against her father's say, and she was very intelligent. Jason knew his parents were gonna be prouder of her than they ever were with him. But he never told Harmony about her grandparents, just allowed Killian to tell her that he spawned out of a trash can.

Byeee!!

Julius, Killian @sanityshorror

Jason the Toymaker - Krisantyl

[elfdragon12]

curious, how did the couples from your humanformers meet?

Tracks/Raoul: similarly to how they met in G1, Tracks had gotten caught up with some roughs while trying to have some fun while he was stationed in NYC. Not to be cliché, but he loves New York (hehe)! He was trying to catch his breath/gather himself from the pain of a possibly broken arm when Raoul, looking for decent cars to jack for the Geddis, spots Tracks's supposedly unmanned vehicle, and sees him leaning on the opposite side in clear pain. His conscience reigns supreme and hijinx ensue.

Needlenose/Horri-bull: Horri-bull was drinking at a beastman-tolerant bar (money's green, even in the hands of a beastman) and he watched the same pair of guys that were giving him a hard time follow after some hipster-looking soft boy (who stuck out like a sore thumb) and decided he'd work off the angry buzz that built up. They were starting to mug Needle when Horri-bull intervened. The two are standing there, breathing hard as they stand over the muggers, when Needle asks Horri-bull if he'd... Maybe like a drink or a meal or something?

Fort Max/Cerebros: These two meet after Cerebros escapes the Decepticon camp she'd been staying at (she left them a copy of her work so those doctors could continue the research, while her stay wasn't entirely voluntary, she wasn't going to deprive anyone of the medical research that could help them). She's in the Autobot medbay, talking shop with whoever was on duty, when Fort Max walks in for something or another. Okay, okay, big handsome man, hello. The two are introduced, he's a squad leader and she's a surgeon that came to them from a Decepticon camp. He tells her something about admiring her bravery and welcoming her to the camp--if she needs anything, he'll be happy to help her.

Swindle/Madeline Pynch: They meet while he and Onslaught are present for a company board meeting, talking business expenses. Swindle spots her and the guy has some sort of 6th sense for rich people because he can tell immediately that she's rich and has power. After the meeting is over, he tells Onslaught to go ahead, he has some extra business to take care of. He walks up to Madeline before she can get too far and hands her a business card. Yeah, sure, he and the Combaticons do corporate security, but that doesn't mean they'll refuse private employers with an extra wink. If she hadn't seen him negotiate, she would have shrugged him off simply a creep, but the guy clearly prioritizes a good paycheck.

Blast-Off/Cosmos: They met up in a European airport, both sitting down in the same airport cafe. Cosmos, kinda lonely and enjoying making human connections anywhere she can, strikes up a conversation with him as they sit by each other. The conversation is light and easy. He says he does work in security and she says she does work in photography. He asks if he can see her portfolio and she shows him. Her flight gets announced and she passes him a card with her email on it, saying it'd be okay if he contacted her if he wanted to see more of her photography.

Afterburner/Lightspeed: They meet in wrestling school, training under Grimlock. They started to click during after-training pub sessions with the rest of the Technobot stable and Grimsy. Particularly when Lightspeed caught onto Afterburner knowing a surprising amount of Winnie the Pooh trivia.

Brawn/Cover Girl: These two met while Cover Girl was in Mexico on a mission regarding terrorist activities. He was called in as a local expert plus demolition. They met one on one while in one of the garages/hangars talking about vehicles. He likes a strong woman who knows her way around hardware.

Loudpedal/Exhaust: Exhaust kinda knew Loudpedal because she was a fan of his music as C Shadow. They passed by each other in hallways and such without thinking much about the others. Then she overheard him fiddling around with a synthesizer and recognized some of the more common motifs and general style C Shadow uses. She went back to listen for a bit to double-check before going back. Either he was C Shadow or a fan, either way, she had to meet him. Loudpedal was pretty surprised, like, yeah, his pieces tended to do numbers but actually meeting a fan? In the army??

Powerglide/Astoria: Astoria was invited to an air show that Powerglide was performing at and really enjoyed his skills. She likes to find people/causes to fun while masking it with the superficial spoiled rich girl act. However, when she went to the little sponsor dinner afterwards, she was still in that headspace when she introduced herself to Powerglide and the dismissive way she spoke really rubbed him the wrong way.

Seaspray/Alana: These two met while Seaspray was on shore leave. He'd been tracking some marine life across the Atlantic and this was the big stopping point on the other side of the ocean. He visited the center sheworked at and was introduced. He was smitten pretty soon after. She was also smitten pretty soon after he spoke of how he worked with the marine beastmen to get accurate results without a single ounce of derision (he'd already been a respectful and intelligent man to this point that had no ability in hiding his attraction, if he feels positively towards them, he would likely be chill with her other form).

I don't have enough for Greenlight yet to have figured out how she and Lancer met yet, nor enough of Jumpstream/Dust-Up.

[truecrimetime]

A Deadly Obsession: The story of Dave Kroupa, Cari Farver, and Liz Golyar

In 2012, Dave Kroupa was working at an auto repair shop in Omaha, Nebraska. He was casually dating a woman named Liz Golyar with whom he meant on a dating app. Like Kroupa, Golyar had children and said that she was okay with his interest in seeing other people. Kroupa first met Cari Farver when when she dropped off her Ford Explorer for maintenance and the connection was immediate.

Farver was a single mother looking for a casual relationship that would fit into her busy life. When she met Kroupa, an unattached bachelor with two kids of his own, things seemed to be going well.

It was on their first date that Farver informed Kroupa that like him, she wasn't looking for anything serious. Later that evening, while leaving Kroupa's apartment, Farver ran into Golyar in the hallway. The two barely acknowledged each other, but that moment would lead to something far more sinister.

In November 2012, Farver was staying with Kroupa because she was in the midst of a work project and he lived close to her office. On the morning of November 13th, Kroupa gave Farver a kiss goodbye and they went about their days.

A few hours after leaving his apartment, Farver texted Kroupa saying she wanted to move in with him, something neither of them had talked about previously. When he politely declined, the texts grew angry and continued to escalate.

Farver's mother, Nancy Raney, as well as her 15-year-old son, Max would also receive bizarre texts from Farver. In them, she claimed to have found a job in Kansas and would make plans to pick up Max, but she never showed up.

Around this time, Kroupa began seeing Golyar again, who was also on the receiving end of rage-filled texts. Occasionally, Kroupa would receive a text detailing what he was doing at that exact moment.

On November 23, 2012 - 10 days after Kroupa last saw Farver - Golyar gets home and finds spray-paint on the inside of her garage. Someone had broken in and painted "Whore from Dave" and also stolen some checks. Golyar freaked out and called the police and filed a police report.

Months pass and Farver missed her son's 15th birthday, her own birthday, thanksgiving, stepbrother's wedding, and her father's funeral. This is when Farver's mother knew that something was wrong and she filed a missing person report.

In January of 2013, Dave got home from work and saw Farver's vehicle in the parking lot of his townhouse. He snapped a picture of the license plate and sent it to the cops who came and pick up the vehicle. They looked it over but the only thing they really find is a mint container in the front seat console. There were two fingerprints on the container, only one was useable but it didn't come back as a match to anyone in the system (and it didn't match Farver either).

More months pass and Farver's mom got a call from a man calling himself Dave saying that Farver was at a homeless shelter, wanting her mom to come and pick her up. Nancy and the cops go to the homeless shelter but Farver has never been there. They also check in with Kroupa who said he never made the call.

On May 18, 2013, Cari puts up a post on her Facebook page. She says she's sick and tired of all the questions that she's getting. She's done proving herself - she left of her own free will and she is not interested in coming home.

While all of this is happening, Kroupa continued using Plenty of Fish. However, he is impressed with how Golyar has stuck through this all with him so they start getting closer than ever - in fact they get so close that Kroupa gives Golyar a day of the week...Wednesday.

Despite all the time that has gone by, the messages haven't stopped coming in to Kroupa and Golyar - sometimes they'll even get messages when they're in the same room. At one point, Kroupa got a picture message of a woman tied up in the trunk of a car. He couldn't really tell who it was, but the message that came with the picture said that Kroupa needed to call Golyar and leave a message that he was breaking up with her and hates her or else Golyar would die in the trunk. Kroupa doesn't respond, instead, he texts Golyar to make sure that she was okay and she was.

In August of 2013, Golyar came home to find her house on fire. Unfortunately, her 2 dogs, cat and snake all died. The firefighter at the scene said it was obviously an intentionally set fire, and Golyar mentions the woman who's been stalking her - her boyfriend's ex-hookup of 2 weeks.

Nancy Raney had told police that her daughter was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in her 20s, but after working the case, they didn't believe this had anything to do with her disappearance. However, ABC News reported that Golyar quickly became a person of interest after they realized she was only involved in Farver's life after she disappeared.

Before long, a digital forensics administrator at the Pottawattamie County Sheriff's Office was brought in to help. When Kroupa and Golyar had the "content of their phones downloaded in 2013 for the initial group of investigators," that's when authorities found something. A digital trail that is too wild to believe led them back to Golyar who, according to the digital forensics investigator, spent 40 to 50 hours a week impersonating Farver.

The detectives then concocted a story they fed to Golyar, who had been claiming that Amy Flora (Kroupa's ex and the mother of his children) was involved in Farver's disappearance. Golyar would come into the police station under the guise of answering questions that could pin the case on Flora. The police would tell her all things they needed to know in order to make an arrest.

Not long after those interviews, Golyar would return to the police station with emails she had received from "Flora," laying out all the information the cops needed. In those emails, the murder of Farver was described in gruesome detail. However, it wasn't Flora who sent the emails, but Golyar herself. Realizing that only the killer could know the kinds of details that Golyar did, police arrested her and charged her with murder on December 22, 2016. The judge gave her another 15-20 years for setting fire to her own home a year after the murder.

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.84 - British Teddy

Previous Chapter - Masterlist - Next Chapter

This is mainly just a filler chapter with pure fluff. I have more plans with this story that I'm working on at the moment and am excited to present it to you all!

Price entered Simon and Kiera's home with a warm smile, oblivious to their flushed tone of sex as Simon greeted him with a handshake, seeing a large gift bag in Price's free hand. "When'd you get a dog, mate?"

"That was Kiera's doing," He chuckled, glancing down to see Kimber sitting at the Captain's feet. "She got a dog and a cat during the months I was gone." 

"She's adorable," Price chuckled, having so sense that a dog had ever been in their house, not one bit surprised that their house was as clean as a whistle with their military habits and Kiera's natural housekeeping habits. He soon became comfortable with the warm and inviting smell of apple cider filling his senses. "How are the kids?" 

"Sleeping soundly, thankfully." Simon huffed. 

"I'd say they didn't like their check-up?" 

"No. It broke my heart more than it hurt them," He sighed. "Evie was restless for a few hours after we got home, but she finally went to sleep about an hour or so ago." 

"I hate to hear that," Price shook his head. "Good visit aside from their shots, yeah?"

"Grew a couple of inches. Too fast for my liking, but I can't do anything about it." He frowned. 

"Before you know it, they'll be running around the house driving you mad." 

"I doubt they will drive me mad, but in a way, I look forward to it - teaching Jacob how to hunt, taking Evie on her first date, taking them on vacations." 

Price smiled, setting the gift bag on the nearby table, "You? Taking a vacation? I'll believe that when I see it, mate." 

"Kiera was talking about a beach in the future, excited about how they'd react to sand and water," He mused. "Although I'm nervous at the thought as I've never been to a beach to relax." 

"That could be your honeymoon spot." He poked. 

"Maybe, but as much as I'd like to take the kids with me, I'd want to take her somewhere special where we can enjoy our time together after being married. I was thinking Spain or Italy." 

"Extravagant, Simon," Price chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Definitely didn't expect that." 

"I don't want to be cliche and take her to Florida or California for a honeymoon," Simon shrugged. "I want to take her somewhere we've never been before that wasn't a deployment." 

"I understand. I took Alice to the Bahamas for our honeymoon." 

"Didn't expect that," Simon mocked, arching his brow. "Figured you would've taken her to Brazil so you can shop for expensive cigars." 

Price laughed, "Believe me, it was on my list. Didn't even pick up a cigar the entire time we were there." 

"I call rubbish on that, old man," Simon chuckled. "There's no way you didn't pick up a cigar your entire trip." 

"She said it leaves a weird taste in my beard. Couldn't risk fucking up my honeymoon without any festivities with a new wife. The cigar can wait." He smirked. 

"Bloody hell, Price," Simon shook his head. "I could've gone the rest of my life without hearing that." 

Price nodded, arching his brow, "Just like I could've gone the rest of my life without hearing you two when I stood outside at the front door. I just got out of the shower and she's feeding Jacob my arse." 

He chuckled as he watched Simon's face flush and his gaze immediately darting to the floor. He gulped, then shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"How stupid do you think I am?" 

"I don't think you're stupid at all." 

"Although I must say I'm quite surprised." 

"About what?" 

"When I came up to the front door, I heard you more than her," He poked, chuckling at Simon's embarrassment. "Don't worry mate. I'll never tell."

Price knew Simon was trying to cover up his embarrassment, chuckling at how he kept his gaze on the floor and immediately fidgeting with his fingers by pressing his thumb against his ring finger. "Why were you listening, old man?" 

"It wasn't by choice," He scoffed. "I stood at the front door and called after a few seconds. At least you two are comfortable given the circumstances." 

"I worry about it every day," Simon admitted, his tone low as he knew Kiera was still in their bedroom freshening up and ridding any evidence of lust before she appeared before Price. "I'm sometimes afraid to come up behind her and just hold her in fear of reminding her of that day. After I got back, we were distant romantically for a while, but I knew why and just wanted to be there when she'd cry or just need me - I got anxious about it." 

"I'm sorry, mate," Price nodded. "I'm sure it's been hard for the both of you-"

"-Especially her, but what constantly worries me is that she goes on like nothing happened. She still finds a way to smile and laugh. I can't wrap my head around that." 

"People handle trauma differently." 

"I know, but it makes its presence at night in her sleep." 

"Has she tried beta blockers?" 

Simon shrugged, "No."

"You should talk to her about it. Have you been having your terrors still?" 

"Not recently, but I ignore mine when I do have them." Simon shrugged. 

"I think you both should consider it."

"I'll mention it to her. Could they be addictive?" 

Price knew Simon had only asked this due to his paranoia of taking medication only to abuse it due to his substance abuse in his past, proud of Simon for being clean for years, but also knowing that it was also very easy to get back to in the wrong circumstances. "No, but they're also used for anxiety. I think they'll benefit you with your paranoia of large crowds and episodes you've had." 

He huffed, knowing Price was right about his concern. Simon hadn't experienced a post-traumatic stress episode in about a week, an episode being triggered by a stressful situation at his job that involved having to shoot down a teenager who was conducting a bank robbery in the middle of the night as well as threatening to disperse homemade bombs. He hadn't talked to Kiera about his experience as he didn't want to not only remind himself, but to keep her worry about him and his line of work at a minimum. "I'll think about it." 

"Will you?" Price arched his brow, subconsciously knowing that Simon was agreeing with him just to halt his conversation about it, knowing that Simon would not in fact think about it.

Simon nodded slowly after excusing his reply when he noticed Kiera entering the room, a soft and greeting smile on her face as Price stood to hug her, "Nice to see you, love." 

"You too, John," She smiled. "I'm sorry I don't have dinner ready yet-"

Price chuckled, knowing she'd give an excuse in hopes that he had no suspicion about the intimate encounter he had heard, Price chuckling softly as he glanced at Simon, arching his brow playfully as if he were saying: "You two can make excuses all you want, but I still won't say anything. Rascals." 

"Don't worry. Gives Simon and I some time to talk."

She nodded, "Okay. The kids are sleeping and I'm making steak tips. Is that alright or would you rather a regular steak?" 

Both Price and Simon knew that Kiera was babbling - babbling because she subconsciously knew that Price knew about their intimate affair when he had called to announce his arrival and was afraid that he would mention something about it.

But he didn't. 

And he never would. 

"Just fine with me, love." Price chuckled, sitting back in his chair and crossing his right ankle over his left knee. 

Kiera nodded, washing her hands at the sink before restarting the process of cooking dinner that was brought to a halt over an hour prior. 

"How are you liking your job?" Price asked Simon, changing the subject to give Simon the chance to hide his embarrassment from being confronted about his intimate encounter. 

"It pays the bills," Simon huffed. "I do enjoy it, though. Some days are better than others, but it's part of it I guess." 

"I understand. I feel it's a very fitting job for you. What's Soap doing now since he moved?" 

"He works on the ranch as a wrangler."

"That's surprising." 

Simon chuckled, "Yeah, I know, but I think it's how he can be close to Teeter throughout the day."

"Probably." 

"I brought something for your two little ones to grow up with," Price grinned, reaching for the gift bag that sat on the table and handing it to Simon. "All the way from London."

"What is it?" 

"It wouldn't be a gift if I told you, you bloke. Open it." 

Simon scoffed playfully, setting the bag in his lap before he opened it slowly, pulling out two stuffed teddy bears - each embroidered with a British flag on their left leg and personalized for Evie and Jacob. 

Evie's was a tan bear with a pink bow on its right ear while a pink sink dress decorated its body:

Jacob's was a tan bear dressed with a red plaid set of pajamas with an embroidered British flag on the breast pocket of the pajama shirt:

"Oh, wow. They're going to love them. Thank you, Price." 

"You're welcome, Simon. Gaz helped me pick them out," He admitted with a chuckle. "I was just going to get them a basic bear that way they wouldn't fight over them when they got older, but Gaz insisted that personalizing them would be better so they knew which one was theirs." 

Simon nodded, chuckling at Price's confession, "They're great. I already know that Evie will stare daggers at Jacob if he tries to take her bear." 

"Of course, she has your eyes. I'm sure she'll learn the death stare rather quickly." 

"Probably," Simon chuckled, looking towards Kiera in the kitchen. "Love?" 

"Yeah?" She chimed, her back turned to them as she washed potatoes in the sink.

"Come look at the gift Price brought for our children." 

"Just a second!" 

Within a few moments, Kiera walked into the dining room with a genuine smile on her face, a sparkle appearing in her eye once her gaze fell on the stuffed bears - a sparkle that Simon loved so much about her. 

One of the many things he loved about her. 

"These are so beautiful! Thank you!"

"You're welcome, sweetheart." 

"Are these from Build-A-Bear?" 

"They are," Price grinned. "Squeeze its paw." 

She smiled, reaching across Simon's lap to squeeze one of the bear's paws:

"Hello, little one. Keep being good for your mum and dad. Sending much love, Uncle Price."

[darthbreezy]

A Scarlet Letter Day(fic)

Note - this is inspired (admittedly a bit overdue as it's rattled around in one form or another since I first read the story) by 'Idiot'

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49224499

by the Blessedly Talented theyellowestmustard - I'd strongly suggest reading it first, not only because it's brilliant, but as it's a direct springboard to this tale - Idiots, spoonerisms and Idioms inclusive... * This is a rough daft because I really want to have a nice, well thought out accounting of this scarlet letter day before I journal it in the nice book Crowley gave me for my personal thoughts away from the flying eyes of Heaven. I'll make my official report later - I'm still officially a level 37 Scrivener and every once in a while the Head Office wants a report. OK, so it's been a long time since they've asked (Not since the Metatron put me in charge of the Bookshop) but since the Supreme Arch Angel 'quit' (!!!) surely they'll want a record?

That will be different than what I write for myself (Is that a sin? Is it Vanity? I'll ask The Supreme Arch Angel The Traitor Aziraphale (I think for brevity and clarity, I'll just call him 'Mr. Fell' as that's what the other shop keepers (like Maggie and Nina) call him. I can't wait to go chew the facts with them about what happened! But I have to wait until Crowley and Mr. Fell leave before I can go over. Crowley said if they knew Mr. Fell was back, they'd ''be on them like a flock of quacking ducks'' (Crowley normally likes ducks, so I don't know why this is a problem?) and that ''he and Angel'' (that's what he calls Mr. Fell when he likes him) ''needed a few days alone to get re-acquainted.'' When I asked if they were going to have 'make up sex', or was that just a one time think, Mr. Fell's whole corporation seemed to go almost purple while Crowley just snort-laughed and told Mr. Fell to wait for him in the Bentley, and that he'd miracle everything they'd need for the trip. He didn't answer my question though, but considering I haven't heard him laugh since we were bees in Heaven, so that's OK. I don't know if it's 'proper' for me, an angel (37 level scrivener) to care about a demon, but Crowley has been kind to me (he can deny all he wants. but angels like Michael used to look at me like I was something dirty on the bottom of their shoe even though Heaven is always clean, unlike the streets here on Earth.) It's so nice to see him so happy. I just hope Mr. Fell doesn't hurt him again. I don't think he really wanted to the first time, but Heaven doesn't tell me anything. Some things shouldn't be examined too closely I think. Of course, Crowley would tell me otherwise, but he is a demon after all.

SO!

Mr. Fell came back from Heaven! There was a bit of a clock up (or was it a wind up? I was in any case.) I got locked and miracled out of the bookshop all night. I was worried scared for Crowley, but it turns out he was asleep on Mr Fell's new (BIG!) bed. I was glad that he was safe (and sleeping! He hasn't slept in a long time. Sleep is a human thing living, Earth-Creature thing, which makes me wonder how much of a demon he really is, now?)

Once I made sure that Crowley was really safe. Mr. Fell and I went downstairs to talk.

He said he appreciated how well I kept the bookshop, I told him how Crowley helped make sure we never sold a single book, and that made him sad for some reason. I didn't want to him to think we just just didn't sell books, but added some new things to make it look nice, including the 'Quote Board' that was by the till. Nina had given it to me when I took over the shop and until yesterday, it had said ''You're only as strong as the drinks you mix.'' but now there was a new message in Crowley's hand. It said 'The Supreme Arse-Angel has left the building.'' I went to erase it, but Mr. Fell smiled and said to leave it.

He made a nice cup of tea and we talked about, well, me!

What I might want to do (stay on Earth of go back to Heaven - I really think I want to stay here, it so nice and I like having people to talk to).

I know Crowley's apartment is a possibility (did he even ask Crowley? I guess having that bedroom with a big bed means he's going to stay here.) I tried to tell Mr. Fell that I really liked Earth and would probably want to stay, but he got all anxious, and wrung his hands and said not to be 'rash' or 'hasty', so I said I would think about it.

I asked him to tell me what happened last night and at first he didn't want to tell me anything, saying it was ''water under the bridge'' and it was between him and Crowley but I reminded him that I was the one locked out - miracled out! all night, and I deserved an explanation. He sighed and said there had been a lot of shouting, and more than a few tears, then finally some real talking and perhaps a bottle between them...

I was going to ask whether they were going to go have their 'extremely alcoholic breakfast at the Ritz' when we heard Crowley's voice calling for his Angel from the main part of the shop.

You'd think Mr. Fell's wings were on fire by how fast he ran out to meet him. I was only a few steps behind but by the time I got out there, Mr. Fell was already standing really close to Crowley, with his arms around the demon's waist. he was wearing a silky robe that looked like (I couldn't be sure because Mr. Fell was standing right up against him) it was completely open. I guess he realised I was there really quickly, because all at once he snapped his fingers and was fully dressed. He looked nicer than he has in months!

''You still here, you little Treacle Tart?'' he asked, so I said ''yes you, you Lizard Lounger!'' which surprised Mr. Fell, but I think Crowley's snort laugh surprised him even more - (Oh, I guess it's 'Lounge Lizard' but in any case, it was funny to us.)

So the short and fat of it is, Crowley and Mr. Fell are going to spend a few days 'on the coast' together. Crowley said not to ring them even if the Anti-Christ shows up on the stoop or he'd tie all my fingers into knots (which is a really low level 'threat' from him - I guess he was too excited to get going, and Mr. Fell said Adam was a lovely young man anyway.) I'll be watching the shop, and not selling any books until they return. Maybe when they get back, I'll go someplace myself! All by myself!! Maybe even as far as Greenwich!

As Crowley said, it's time to leave the Garden,

I think I'm ready!

M.