#especially when it comes to bigger stuff like furniture

[taurnachardhin]

I think the site might be U.S.-specific, unfortunately, so apologies that this isn't useful to non-U.S. people, but estatesales.net is a great resource! They also have a mobile app if you prefer that. You can see all the upcoming estate sales near you on a list or map, and the people who run them will usually post a list of the types of items that will be sold along with a ton of photos of everything so you can scope out whether there's anything you're interested in ahead of time. (Especially helpful when they post the clothing/shoe sizes because clothing is usually one of the lower-priced items at these things so it's good to know ahead of time whether it'll be worth it to poke through the closets!) You can filter the results for the type of sale, so if you just want to see normal sales and not auctions (same), you can do that. You can also sign up to get email notifications about sales in your area. (It's also a good way to find out what the local companies are so you can go find their websites and get on their mailing lists, too, if they have one.)

My other estate sale pro tip is as long as you don't need something specific, but just hope to luck into Something interesting or useful, go on the last day of the sale! Most estate sales run for a few days, and they'll do a bigger discount each day, like it'll be full price Thursday, 25% off Friday, 50% off Saturday, etc. (This is another useful thing about estatesales.net-- the sellers will usually update the title of the sale listing each day with that day's discount so it's easy to scroll through and look for ones that say 50% OFF!!.) Because if they don't get rid of everything by the end of the weekend, they'll just have to cart it to the thrift store or dump themselves and won't make any money anyway, so on top of any official discount, they're usually willing to accept even lower offers at that point. (And will tell you so themselves the second you walk through the door, in my experience.)

I’ve heard you mention estate sales before I believe - if you don’t mind, how do you find out they’re happening? Just looking it up is just getting me a bunch of auctions - are there like Facebook groups (or hopefully other sites) that they end up on?

Thanks!

I'm not sure how it is other places, and I've heard some countries don't have them, but the ones near me are done by a small independent company and they have a mailing list. They also post pictures on their website a few days before the sale (and the sale dates & addresses weeks in advance) which is how I was able to snag the wonderful beautiful table 2 days ahead of time.

[thetxtdevil]

The 'Girl' Friend

Huening Kai x Reader

summary: Kai turns envious of Taehyun's new friend, thinking she's his girlfriend. A turn of events happens when the 'girlfriend' finds Kai in a compromising position.

content: smut, friends to lovers?, fem.reader, masturbation, jerking off, slight fingering, penetration, just softness no hard stuff

word count: 1.7k

Kai and his friends have been doing game nights at the local bar every Fridays. At first it was just the five of them but then it became a bigger group. Kai is one to keep to himself so he comes alone appreciating the already big group that has been collected by the other members.

One Friday night all the boys arrive at the bar with additional company. The bar was modern yet woodsy, wood panels upon the walls with black furniture throughout the establishment it was cazy and fun. Music blasting getting guest excited for the night, Kai sits down placing the beer on the table looking at the night's trivia themes.

"Hey, Kai I have someone for you to meet" the familiar voice of Taehyun appears in the man's senses. Kai tilts his up looking completely astonished by this someone's beauty. "This is y/n"

Kai launches out of his chair to shake your hand but bumps the table making his drink spill everywhere. You three all gasp, you quickly reach for napkins to soak up the liquor.

"You're going to need another drink after that" you giggle.

The man couldn't speak, you were pretty and your voice was so enchanting. Tae was quick to catch on when he witnesses the two of you have a moment looking into each other's eyes. The rest of the night felt weird Kai couldn't stop laughing loudly at your joke and his eyes were glued to you. He felt like a creep.

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Kai has a crush, ok maybe he has fallen for you. The problem is it seems you're taken because you were always hanging out with Taehyun. Yes, you would carry conversations with the other members of Kai's group but you and Tae seemed to be close. Your presence started with a regular occurrence to the game nights and then became very often when Taehyun welcomed you to the boys' house.

This gave Kai more chances to be with you. However, envy would rush through his veins every time you would hug, cuddle, or simply whisper to Tae. Taehyun smirks seeing his younger brother give him the death stare. You and him were nothing but friends but he liked seeing Kai get so worked up by your natural touchiness.

"Does Kai hate me or something?" you ask Taehyun.

"No, he just has a big crush on you." he says nonchalantly.

You roll your eyes and smack Tae on his chest not believing the man. Kai sees this playful manner between you two and pouts, face turning red with anger wanting small touches from you.

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Days become weeks, weeks become months. Kai's crush on you hasn't faltered especially when you start appearing in his dreams. Small awkward conversations here and there but he was always around when you visited the house. He never took the chance to ask you out because the way you got close to Taehyun felt like he had no chance.

So, He admires you from afar, noting that you seem to be growing out your hair, watching as you twirl your hair in your dainty fingers. He has studied the facts that you like to drink water after you eat something sweets, which you do often, so when he watches your lips surround and swallow every pocky stick he gets up fixes himself and gives you a glass of water. You're surprised and look at the tall man with the most lovely smile. Kai about loses himself wanting to grab your face to kiss it, but he's civil and simply nods. You chuckle to yourself when you watch him awkwardly walking out of the living room leaving you with the rest of the boys.

You sat there, watching the condensation drip down the cup Kai gave you. Where did that man run off to? You ask yourself, Kai tends to spend the whole time you spent with Tae. He never flirted with you like the other boys but you couldn't help but think his presence and small giggles so warm.

"I'm going to the bathroom, you can continue the game without me." you tell Taehyun and he simply nods too fixated with the television.

Did you really need to use the bathroom? No, your nosiness got the better of you, so badly wanting to know where that beautiful boy has gone. You had never been to any of the mens' rooms other than Taehyun's, but you as you walk down the hall your ears catch a suspicious sound. The door was thoughtlessly cracked open letting small sounds leave what you assumed to be Kai's room. Standing closer the sounds were as clear as day making your face red. Drawn out moans and gasps came from the man. Pushing further into the entrance of the room you were a little jealous of a possible partner Kai was with. You crack the door to hear "ah- y/n" he was touching himself.

Your jaw drops to the floor seeing his family jewels fully erected and exposed. Kai laid there in his bed, luscious dark hair spread out as his head tilted into the pillows, eyes squeezed shut mouth gaped from pleasure. The more you look at the beautiful man fisting his cock the more you felt heated, all you wanted to do is to help him.

Without your conscious consent you blurt "Kai..."

The man stopped his movement face flushed as he looks up to you with your hand on your mouth. He didn't know how to feel see you satisfying himself and obviously think about you. Angry? Embarrassed? Pleased? It was like as if time stopped, you two stared at each other contemplating the next move.

"I-i am so sorry, I just," your gut didn't want to apologize you really wanted to just go ahead and pleasure him yourself. Kai sits up and starts to fix himself to hide, "No.." Kai stops and looks at you confused "I want to see you if you let me."

"Aren't you with Taehyun?"

Your face contorts "No we're just friends, besides he know that you like me.."

Kai's face gets pinker the more you talk, avoiding eye contact. After a moment he lets out his thoughts, "and, what are your thoughts?"

"Thoughts? uh- I honestly didn't believe him until... now" you look at him with a hint of desire in your eyes. It was true how can a pretty boy like him be into you, but seeing Kai like he was moaning your name was a big falter on your doubts. You crawl on his bed getting closer to the man, he was hesitant at first but gives in.

"I like you Kai" you say with a small smile.

Kai's chest wells up feeling like he was dreaming "Y-you do?"

You hum while nodding your head "I think your really nice, and handsome, and now I now you look good in other places." A soft chuckle leaves the mans lips, "Can I end my apology by helping you out?"

All embarrassment aside, you hover over Kai one hand keeping you up while the other hand starts palming his dick. Kai groans, what a fast turn of events, he was just dreaming about you doing this, is he still dreaming?

"Can I kiss you?" Kai nods, puppy dog eyes staring straight into your soul.

You lean in for Kai to deepen the kiss, both of you excited to feel each other up. Your hands find their way under the poorly situated briefs finally touch the man's beautiful dick. Slowly moving your thumb along his wet slit moving down to outline the shaft. Kai moans trying to stop himself from cursing, but he felt so good. You start to move your hands faster pumping his dick making the man fall into his bed. Your lips kiss against his long neck listening to his sensual melodies. Bucking his hips it wasn't long until he came in his briefs and on your hand.

Kai stares at you with a grin on your face leaning back on his bed. You look at the mess he made sticking your tongue out to lap it up. "So, what fantasies do you have of me?"

Kai tilts his head to look at you, you were now lying comfortably on the vacant side of his bed. The man now makes himself hovering of you, chest against your plush mounds, his big hands engulfed your face pecking your lips. "I fantasize having you" he says in a low voice, growing the ache between your legs. You grab at his shirt trying to tear away his layers off but before he complies he gets up to lock the door. Both giggling at the fact that was the reason you two were in this situation. Articles of clothing throw everywhere in the room, Kai kneels between your legs.

The sight before him was glorious, your tits slumped yet nipples perked and your legs spread showing of your glistening pussy. He licks his lips fingers brushing against the damp flesh. The soft touches rouses you clenching around nothing. Sighs filled the room, now Kai was the one enjoying your melodies and they way you moved your body closer to him. With a light please, Kai pumps his dick lining it up to your waiting entrance.

Slowly pushing in stretching your walls until you whine out of fear it won't fit. Kai pecks your lips ensuring you that it will and slowly but surly he bottoms out. Staying still for a moment to get you used to the burning sensation, he begins to thrust. Your hands grip his biceps groaning at the pleasure, his tip found its way to a sweet spot making your nails dig into his skin. Kai watched as your face contorted with brows peaking and mouth gapped wide moaning so addictively. Pride filled the man knowing that you're like this because of him.

Kai advances his dick into you creating heat building up in your body. His staggered thrust was a clear sign of his climax. Thumb brushing your clit and a twitch of his dick had you both come unraveling. Kai falls down beside you panting, you reach for his hand to hold cuddling there in peace. He watches your eyes flutter and chest slowing its movements, elated with the state of bliss. Envy of not having you was washed away from the man, but the jealous rage may soon follow the next time he sees you with his 'guy' friends.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

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[delicious-in-imagines]

Hii! Hope you’re doing well :3! Could I request like basic relationship headcanons with Kabru, Chilchuck, and Laios? If not that’s totally fine! Hope you have a good day! :D

You got it, boss!

Kabru of Utaya

I've covered this before in other posts, but his eye for details when it comes to people is going to be used on you. He has a internal list of things you love and things that you hate, and often references it over the course of the relationship.

The only way that he cleans his room is if you're coming over. He'll ask you to return with him on a whim, and then realizes that 'oh shit, I can't have them see this,' and once you get back, he tries to make a distraction, or just asks you to hang out in the hallway as he struggles to stuff all of the shit on the floor under every piece of furniture he can. His landlord finds this endlessly amusing, and knows when you're coming over because Kabru is frantically trying to clean - he helps to give Kabru some pointers.

Loves to surprise you with things you mention in passing, a necklace or bracelet that you saw in a nearby stall, taking you out to a fancy place that you mentioned wanting to go to dinner, or even just something that you need that he noticed. Stuff like a new whetstone, a repair for your armor, anything like that.

He's not the biggest on embraces, but this is a man who loves to cuddle when the two of you are in bed. He absolutely enjoys wrapping his hands around you, either having you curling into his neck, or with your back slotted neatly against him. He always plays with your hands, linking your fingers together. He actually gets to the point that he can't sleep easily unless he at least has some part of his body touching yours.

Cup his face before kissing him, stare into his eyes and tell him something along the lines of 'I love the color of your eyes' and just watch him melt. He used to be self-conscious and hate his eyes, though it's something he's outgrown over the years, but he still loves to hear it come from your lips.

Chilchuck Tims

His love language is admonishing you - sorry not sorry. He's very much the kind of person that if he is barking at you while patching you up, or while trying to help you, that he cares deeply about you. He yells because he cares, if he didn't, he wouldn't say a word.

Before you get into a relationship, he's absolutely going to bring up his past, at least in some capacity. Even if it's part of his sordid past, you deserve to know. He promises that he's changed, but he also knows that the only way to prove that is through his actions.

Speaking of, he does want you to meet his daughters. He's not ashamed of them - quite the opposite, he loves them dearly, and he doesn't want to feel like he's hiding them from you, or you from them. Though, there's not enough words in the common language to express how relieved he is when his daughters like you.

Even though he hates interpersonal relationships in groups, he also starts to outgrow that in bits and pieces. While on the job, he's going to be a bit more aloof, though he absolutely will indulge a handhold, and will only marginally shoo you away when you press a little peck to his cheek or temple.

Though, whenever you take breaks, he's definitely more receptive to any open displays of affection, and will even come to you to initiate. Especially if you're sitting, he'll come up to you and cup your face, making you look up at him - which is something that he loves way too much to be healthy. He's used to people looking down towards him, so being able to tip your head up? It's like a drug for him.

He knows that he's a walking space heater, and anticipates you setting your bedroll beside his own. He'll open up his blanket and grouse until you settle down, sighing out and finally snuggling up to you. Whether you like to be the big spoon or the little spoon, he enjoys the casual closeness. Though, his favorite is if you're bigger than him - being the big spoon, or more aptly, your jetpack.

Laios Touden

Being able to share meals made up of meal parts is a dream come true for him. He might pout occasionally if you are unsure about whatever y'all are eating. But, whenever he can, if there's something that you genuinely liked - then he's more than willing to share with you! I like to think that sharing food or cooking it with him is a love language of his.

If you're willing to listen to him constantly rambling about his hyperfixation on monsters, he'll continue on excitedly before he'll cut himself off, stumbling over his words and apologizing. Please - please, please, please, reassure him, even if you just tell him, 'I might not fully understand, but I just like listening to you.' You'll have his heart immediately, looking at you so softly and wrapping you up in a hug and thanking you. He knows sometimes he can get carried away, but knowing that you value his joy even if you don't fully agree, it warms his heart.

I like to think that rather than defaulting to kisses for showing affection, that he head bonks. You know how cats do the bunting? Yeah, that. He'll come up to you while you're doing something mundane and just bonk his head against yours. Sometimes it's a little too harsh, but that's just how much he loves you.

Above anything else, he wants you to meet his sister. While he may not be able to, nor want, to take you home to his parents - he does want you to meet the family that he cares about most. He'll share stories about Falin, things they did when they were younger, or when they were gold strippers, though sometimes he cuts himself off when he feels overwhelmed with what has happened to his sister.

He's a sprawler when he sleeps, usually on his back - pulls the full starfish. So, if you want to cuddle, you'll have to sleep in the crook of his arm, where he'll close his arm to bring you closer to him. Sleeping on the rise and fall of his chest, hearing his thumping heart skip a beat every time that you rest your head there. When he wakes up first, he can't find it in himself to wake you, craning his head awkwardly to watch your sleeping form with the softest smile on his face.

[raccoonscupoftea]

🎮A Gamers profession

Timeskip!Kenma Kozume X F!Y/n

Summary: Y/n and Kenma are a couple, also living together. While Kenma is streaming and struggling with a game, he soon admitted to need help from you, a professional game breaker.

Warnings: Nerd talk, SFW, possible grammar mistakes, cause english is not my native language.

| MASTERLIST | REQUESTS |

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You love your job. It's fun, well paying and not so stressful. Kenma, your boyfriend, also likes your job, but sometimes he just wants you to stuff your face with a pillow when he's playing, especially when he's livestreaming.

You often get to know the next top game before everyone else. You get information on a game while it's still in the making and you have to play the game for endless hours before it's officiall release.

You're not designing the game or anything. No, you're here to break the game into pieces, testing limits, testing the code, testing AI. If it breaks, then the developers have more work to do. Or they simply just decide it is going to be a 'feature'. It's their choice. You just deliver the bugs to them.

So, then why does kenma want to shut you up sometimes?

Because of your job, you have developed a very good sense for game mechanics, attack patterns and the more advanced stuff on how a game is build. When Kenma encounteres a boss, he just knows you could beat it in a few minutes. He knows you could rush to an over the top overpowered boss and never get hit once, thou it would take longer to beat it.

It's when Kenma's visibly is frustrated, staring at his screen with an unhealthy posture, you then sometimes get up from your couch and take a look at what he's struggling with. As soon as you got into frame the viewers will start to spam the chat with messages about you.

Mostly just spamming your name but others will write absurd things like "mama's here to help" or "the professional is watching"

You just have to stand behind the chair and kenma starts to tell you to not say anything.

"Don't you dare tell me, I want to find it out myself" he complains and you just put up your hands "I didn't do anything, I'm just watching, but tell me if you need help"

So far he never needed help from you. He of course is an intelligent and very good gamer himself. Never have you doubted him.

___

You're currently on your own pc in a separate Office in your and Kenma's home. With a switch controller in your hands and feet up on a footrest, you happily enjoy playing some animal crossing on the bigger screen of your gaming setup.

Today's quiet cold so you're wearing a wearable blanked with a hoodie combined. It looks like a cat. On your table is a steaming hot tea, waiting to be cooled down a little. You were fishing all around the island in game to get the last fish of the museum collection, but the sporadic waves of tiredness are definitely not doing you a favour when it comes to pressing the right button at the right time. The game definitely knows how to get you so relaxed you could fall asleep right then and there in your gaming chair.

Another wave made you a little more tired than the usual waves. This time you had doze off for a few seconds before jolting back awake and continued your fishing spree. Work definitely was a bit to much with the winter holidays coming up and a lot of new games wanting to be released in early spring. Is also added up to your tiredness.

You glanced over to the time on your Pc and realised it's only 4pm, definitely to early to sleep now. You also know that Kenma was streaming for an hour now, since he always starts at 3pm.

Thou you don't learn from your mistake to play animal crossing while nearly dozing off and just continued, but rather than fishing you instead decided to continue to decorate the island.

It went well for the first hour. You made a plan and checked on the internet if there's the suitable furniture for it. The first decorations had been placed on their right spot, paths has been made but just a few minutes after the first hour, the tiredness has claimed you back.

While you were in the office relaxing every bone to a complete flat line, the person in the other office was nearly about to destroy a keyboard. The boss he was fighting was beating kenma every time to 0 HP. Kenma had stopped yesterday's stream in a near rage quit but today he had to beat it to get further in the game. He hasn't got past the boss and was getting more and more frustrated as well as confused. Sometimes he swears the boss just doesn't take damage and gets a massive attack bonus. Chat is convinced the boss wasn't beatable and was begging to kenma to bring out the game breaker, aka you.

Of course, he denied it at first but after an hour of trying and dying he finally gave up. Without a word he placed down his headphones, pushed his microphone back a little bit and walked out of the frame. His viewers were ecstatic and surprised that he'll need help from you.

As kenma was busting open the door to your office, the loud noise of the door made you jolt up from your chair. Your hair went places and the hoodie blanket went all the way up to your chin, telling kenma without a word that you were sleeping in your chair just now.

"I was definitely not sleeping" You stated in your defense with a sleep drunk voice, but Kenma did not believe you and smiled at how cuddly you looked. With a quick glance at the time you asked the streamer "Quit already? You're usually up till late at night"

Kenma placed his hands in the pocket of the black hoodie he's wearing and sighed, remembering why he's here in the first place "I think the game's bugged. I can't defeat the boss. I tried so many times" He slightly looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed about asking you.

At the word 'bugged' you stood up, placed the switch controller on the desk and walked over to him. You slipped your hands into his hoodie and took his hands in your own. "let's see what I can do"

The two of you went to his streaming room, but before you entered, the hood from your blanket hoodie went over your head to hide this atrocious mess of hair on your head. You quickly checked your appearance in the hallway mirror. As soon as the viewers got a glance at you and what you're wearing, they all typed in chat 'You're looking so cozy rn' 'where did you buy it?' 'looks so fluffy' 'I want to cuddle with you'

You waved at the camera to greed the viewers and kenma gestured you to sit down in his chair. You smiled at your boyfriend and placed your feet also on the chair, making you a cozy fluffy blanket ball.

He then quickly explained to you what he was doing and what was happening. Kenma then also pulled over another chair to sit down and watch you. You first tried your best max out attack and defence with his current equipment, but there wasn't even a slightest chance. You voiced out a small "Huh?" Before trying again.

The viewers could see on your face that something was up. You aren't a streamer and wasn't talking while playing the game and kenma knew to not disturb your concentration, but the viewers still seemed to enjoy watching you trying the best you could. It was the first time you were seriously playing a game with the intention to win and they were all very ecstatic as you tried to not get hit. One could tell how everyone was excited at this moment, the chat also was getting slower.

After half an hour, you had placed down the controller. The boss could hit the hero, because they weren't dodging anymore and the player dies in an instant. The question marks around your head were very visible. Something definitely is not right here. As soon as the game went to its pause menu, the viewers knew something serious it about to happen.

You grabbed the laptop from Kenma, booted it up, put in his password without a fail and went to the internet. The website from your work company appeared after a few clicks and at this moment Kenma realised what was happening.

He looked over to his camera and explained laughing "Guys, I apparently found a bug. Stuffs about to get serious now" The chat was then filled with suprised emojis. It didn't took 5 minutes and a donation came in.

Kenma glanced over to the donation site and read out loud "Thank you catlover51 for the..." He stopped a second as he saw the amount that was donated and was clearly surprised "Thank you for the 100$ and you had written down 'For Y/n, a little compensation gor having to work now' again thank you very much. You really didn't neet to donate so much"

As Kenma read the donation out loud you had began to smile behind the laptop sceen. Others then jumped onto the train as well and donated money from a single dollar to a little lager than 50$. Kenma was slightly overwhelmed my the sheer amount of donations that came in and couldn't stop thanking everyone, nearly shutting down the donation site so no one could waste more money on them. It was then you who calmed them down after finishing your research. You looked back to the camera and placed the laptop to the side "You don't need to pay me for this. It's my job and I love doing it. Also I get paid whenever I work, so I'm currently earning my money. But thank you for your concern" you smiled brightly at them before continuing to try out stuff in the game.

After some time nothing came out of the testing and you sighed. You glance over to your boyfriend, looking like a vet having to tell the owner some bad news. "You can't progress at this point, I'm sorry" His eyes widend "That's a joke right?" You just shook your head "Unfortunately not. You have found a very devastating bug, which stops you from killing the boss. As soon as an attack misses, the supposed damage gets stored and well... When the boss does hit you, then all of that stored damage gets released. That explains the bug with the one shot kill. This bug alone is manageable and already a known issue, but combined with the boss not taking any damage" you smiled at him with a sad face. "I'm sorry"

Kenma sighed and ruffled his hair "It's not your fault" he smiled and ruffled your hair as well. "Guess my save is busted then"

You took his hand in yours and looked him in the eyes. He squeezed your hand a little and looked back at you. There's a little spark in your eyes, telling him that there's something you could do "What are you up to?" He asked directly. Your eyes shift away, making you look innocent, scratching your cheek a little "I could force you out of the situation, by glitching you through a wall"

Usually kenma is against using glitches and exploits in his runs, but this is maybe the first occasion he'll consider it. He first looks at you with squinted eyes but then stood up "I'm going to the bathroom. Whatever you'll do, I'll don't know about it"

You're smile got bigger as he finished talking and went outside. He closed the door and after a little happy dance, you pressed onto respawn and forced the player to another part of the map. The viewers were watching your every step and were happy about you breaking a game infront of them.

As you were finished, you quickly saved the game and stood up, ready to leave.

"In my defence" you started talking into the camera a little bowed down to fit into the frame "I did not test this part of the game. Not my fault" You grabbed the open laptop and blew the viewers a goodbye kiss before you exited the streaming room.

On the way back to your own office, Kenma has finished his bathroom break. He grabbed your wrist before you could vanish into your room. He also grabbed the laptop and placed it on a sideboard. One hand of his wandered over to your waist, so he could pull you a little closer to him. "Thank you" he whisperd and gave you a little kiss on your cheek. "I'll make sure to finish today's stream a little earlier. Can't wait to cuddle you with this fluffy hoodie" he then again kissed your other cheek and headed back over to his room to see an alive character on a giant grassy field.

You on the other hand smiled and had to control your inner fangirl to not just scream and jump around. The viewers for sure could hear you if you were to loud.

You quickly grabbed Kenma's laptop and hid in your room, filling out a formula to get the new bug over to the Developers.

[sweetprfct]

The Hate Formula

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Living in the same building, across from each other shouldn't be much of a problem, right? But how come you and Joe tend to always push each other's buttons every day? Is it because you both truly just hated each other or is it because there was something more to it?

Author's Note: Welcome to another enemies to lovers fic! :) Let's also welcome back our bff, Sara. I'm sort of excited about this because it's so chaotic and fun and as you all know, I usually write angsty sad fics. So, I'm kind of having fun with this one. I hope you all enjoy! Please comments are always welcome! Thank you!

Wordcount: 2.9K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

Two Years Ago…

The sun was beating down in the city of New York. It was the middle of July, and the heat was basically a torture for you at the moment. You and your best friend, Sara, were just moving into your new apartment building. The both of you had been roommates since you graduated college, and you both have finally earned enough money to actually rent a nice and bigger apartment. It was both of your dream apartment with the nice kitchen, marbled top counters and big glass windows that overlooked the city skyscrapers. 

However, as much as you both were excited with the new apartment, the New York summer heat wasn’t really helping. You were already in shorts, tank top, and your hair was up in a messy ponytail and yet, you were still sweating so much. You both have spent the last two days taking everything out of your old apartment and bringing them into the new building. You and Sara would switch back and forth driving the U-Haul truck, and you both would carry your new furnitures up into the new apartment. You didn’t even realize you had so much stuff until you were packing up your things and had to throw most of the unnecessary ones away. 

But today was your last day of moving the rest of your things. All the heavy stuff was already set up and organized in the apartment and the only thing that was left were just boxes of your clothes and miscellaneous stuff for the kitchen. 

“I’ll take this last box and I can go drop off the U-Haul truck back.” Sara said, grabbing the last remaining box at the back of the truck. 

“Are you sure? I can go with you.” You suggested.

“No, it’s alright. I got it. Maybe I can pick up some pizza for dinner tonight?”

You nodded your head in agreement. “That sounds good. I’m too tired to make dinner.”

Sara chuckled softly, agreeing with you as you both entered the building. You were carrying another box, following behind her and entering the elevator. You loved this new apartment. It was fancy, nice and everything was new. It even had a security guard outside the building that made you feel safe. You couldn’t help but feel proud of how far you two had come.

Ready to finally set down the last box, you followed Sara down the hall when you were greeted by a man from across the hall. He looked familiar, and he looked like he was about your age too. He was, however, shirtless, and he had a grin on his face the moment he saw you. 

“Looks like I got new neighbors across the hall.” His English accent slipped through his voice. 

You couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment. He was cute and not to sound too desperate, you rarely have any men interact with you. Especially cute and handsome men. Immediately, you were already hooked as soon as you heard that accent slip through his voice. His chocolate button eyes sparkled as he smiled at you. His curly brown hair was all disheveled, but it made him look more attractive. 

“I’m Joe.” He grinned excitedly.

Setting the heavy box down on the floor, you introduced yourself. For a moment, you were reluctant to shake his hand because you were literally all sweaty and dirty from doing all this moving. Joe, however, didn’t hesitate to shake your hand. Instantly, you were already charmed by him. 

Or maybe this heat was just getting into your head.

“So, are you new in the city?” Joe asked.

“I’m actually from Chicago, but I’ve been living in New York for five years now.” You cheekily grinned at him. 

“I’ve never been to Chicago, but it seems like they have great and beautiful people over there.” 

You knew exactly what he was doing. 

You knew he was flirting with you, and you couldn’t help but flirt back. He was cute, and him standing here in front of you shirtless was making you slowly fold for him already. 

God, you were pathetic. 

How were you already blushing and all flustered because of this man? You literally just met him two seconds ago. 

“So, you’re moving in with a roommate?” Joe nodded his head towards Sara. 

Looking over your shoulder, the door of your apartment was open, and you could see Sara setting down the boxes and organizing the kitchen. 

“Yeah, that’s Sara. She’s my best friend.” 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I hope I’m able to get to know you better.” Joe leaned against the doorframe, a flirty grin still plastered on his face.

Before you could say anything else, the door behind him swung open and a woman with disheveled hair looked at the both of you furiously. She was fixing the strap of her mini dress, and she barely had put on her other high heels. You felt your heart drop to your stomach as soon as you saw the angry look on her face. You were literally flirting with someone who had a girlfriend. 

Wait, was she even his girlfriend? 

And if he had a girlfriend, then why was he flirting with you?

“Really?!” The woman exclaimed, slapping Joe’s arm. “You take me to your place, fuck me, and I haven’t even left yet, and you’re already flirting with another girl?!” 

Your eyes widened as you stood there dumbfounded at what she just told him. Your lips parted about to reason with her that you didn’t know he had a girl inside his apartment, but she had started yelling at Joe. She swung her purse to hit him on his stomach, making Joe groan and hunched down in pain before she turned to look at you with wide angry eyes. 

Oh god. 

You couldn’t believe you fell for it. 

You couldn’t believe that you fell for Joe’s charms and flirt talk, only for you to find out that he was a player. He had another girl in his apartment, and he was flirting with you? 

What the fuck was wrong with him?

The woman set her palms on his chest and pushed him away and nudged you with her shoulder to push you aside before walking away. You stood there, feeling astounded because you couldn’t even comprehend what just happened. You were exhausted, you were sweaty, and you could barely feel your hands from carrying heavy boxes all day. Your brain was too fried to even deal with this. You couldn’t help but blame the heat for getting too much into your head. 

Joe looked over his shoulder, watching the woman walk away as he shook his head and turned back to you. 

“She’s just overreacting.” Joe explained. 

Tilting your head at him, you raised your brows and let out a scoff. 

“Oh really?” You asked, irritated. “Or you’re just a player?”

You shook your head in disbelief, picking up the box from the floor and walked inside your apartment and slammed the door shut behind you. 

You couldn’t believe that you actually fell for that. 

Looking up from what she was doing, Sara knitted her brows as soon as she saw you enter the kitchen. She couldn’t even describe the expression that was on your face when you had set the box down on the floor.

“What happened?” Sara asked. 

“Stay away from the man across the hall.” You said. “He’s a pig.”

Sara just chuckled softly, shaking head. Knowing you for the last couple of years, she knew you could be overdramatic sometimes, especially when it came with men. Although, she didn’t actually expect that the first day in this new apartment was going to be the first of many fights that you and Joe would have. She also didn’t expect that this was going to be something that she was going to start dealing with for the next two years. 

As you got up early the next morning, you went for a quick jog around the neighborhood and as soon as you came back into the apartment building, you saw Joe leading a different girl out of his place. You couldn’t help but shake your head and felt disgusted by his behaviour. Then, as days, weeks, months went by, it was the same thing almost every week. 

It annoyed you to the core.

You found out a month later that he was an actor and that was why he looked so familiar when you first met him. It wasn’t like you have seen his projects before. Just that one Stranger Things show, but you barely even finished it. However, his little celebrity status wasn’t what you really cared about. You were more disgusted by the fact that he thought he could get whoever he wanted and act like this just because he was an actor. 

Ever since then, you had promised yourself to never fall for anything that he would tell you ever again. 

Present Day…

The Friday night rush hit the subway station a little too early. You just got out of the office, and you were ready to just go home and snuggle under your comfy blanket. Your eyes studied the many faces of people inside the subway car as you held onto the metal pole. It was packed and everyone was literally shoulder to shoulder. 

Thank god that your stop was next because it was starting to smell in there, and you hated it when it was this crowded in the subway. Walking out of the station, you decided to stop by at a local shop near your apartment building and pick up some snacks. As you walked through the aisles, you didn’t even care what you picked out on the shelves. You just started putting everything in your basket, whatever that looked satisfying to you. It was Friday, and you had a long, exhausting day. You deserved a little treat after all the stress from work that you have been dealing with. 

Arriving at your apartment building, the moment you exited out the elevator, you instantly saw Joe walking out of his apartment. His curly hair pushed back, he was in fancy clothes, and a playful grin tugged on his lips the moment his eyes caught you. You rolled your eyes at him as he chuckled softly when he passed by. 

“Is that what you're going to do on a Friday night?” Joe asked, looking down at the plastic bag that you were holding in your hand. 

You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him with an annoyed expression on your face. The last thing you wanted to do was deal with his obnoxious behavior. 

“Do you ever mind your own business?” Your eyes were literally giving him a death glare. 

Joe’s grin widened as he took a few steps forward closer to you. His index finger softly grazed the top of your nose as he poked it. Immediately, you made a face and swatted his hand away. 

“Not with yours.” Joe murmured, amusement all over his face.

You could feel the anger and frustration coming up in your emotions. You didn’t understand how he never got tired of annoying you. It has been two years since you have moved in and every day, Joe always found a way to make you feel irritated. You didn’t care one bit if he was an actor. You didn’t care if he has a little celebrity status. 

He was still disgusting, and he was still a pig. 

You felt your nose flared in anger as you grimaced at his little comment. “Is there someone else you could torture?!”

Your voice raised as Joe laughed softly and poked your nose again. 

“Yes, but I like doing it to you.” 

“And what are you going to do, hm?” You raised your brow at him. “You’re gonna go out there and pick up a new girl again?”

Joe shrugged, “Well, at least I’m not spending my Friday night with a bag of Doritos and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.”

“Well, at least I’m not an asshole.” You retorted back.

Pushing him out of your way with your shoulder, you could see the playful grin that kept tugging on his lips, but you ignored it as you unlocked your door and immediately slammed the door shut behind you. Groaning in frustration, you set the plastic bag on the dining table and saw Sara walking out of the bathroom. Her hair was still wet from the shower, and she was holding a towel to dry it. 

“What did he do now?” Sara asked. 

Sara had lived with you in this apartment building for two years now, and she knew exactly what was happening whenever you entered your apartment with that look on your face. There was no one else in this world that could get under your skin but Joe. Not even your annoying boss or co-workers at work could get you all worked up like this, and Sara could see that every time.

Sometimes Sara would wish that Joe would literally get under your skin, so the both of you could stop playing this game and admit what you two actually felt for one another.

But she would never say that to you nor would admit what she could see between the both of you.

She knew it would just enrage you even more. She couldn’t help but just shake her head and chuckle at your reaction all the time because after all, it seemed like she was the only one who could see why Joe tends to push all your buttons so easily.

“He’s just being an asshole like always.” You grumbled, taking out the snacks that you bought from the plastic bag. 

Sara laughed softly, grabbing the bag of Doritos, opening it. She tilted her head at you and said, “You know, I don't understand why can’t you both just ignore each other?”

You gazed up at her with an even more frustrated look on your face. “Are you kidding? You think I don’t wanna do that? He’s the one who’s always starting something.” 

“Always?” Sara raised her brow at you. 

What was she trying to say? 

When you didn’t answer her question, she added, “Remember when he had a package that was accidentally left on our doorstep, and you held it hostage for two weeks?”

You knitted your brows, stuttering for a moment and said, “He… He deserved it. Besides, I was doing everyone a favor.” 

“Holding his package hostage until he kept the noises down from his apartment wasn’t doing everyone a favor!” Sara argued. “You two were arguing in the middle of the hall every day, and that was a lot noisier.” 

You rolled your eyes, scratching your forehead in frustration. You shrugged your shoulders and pursed your lips without even arguing back with Sara because yeah, you did that on purpose because you just wanted to piss him off the way he always pissed you off all the time. 

“Are you still mad about what happened two years ago?” Sara asked.

You scoffed, stunned at the subject that Sara had brought up. 

“No!” Your voice sounded defensive. “Yes, I clearly fell for his charms but that was before I knew how much of a fuckboy he is.”

Sara chuckled, rolling her eyes at the excuse that you were throwing at her. She never pressed the subject every time she would see that the angry meter on top of your head was starting to spill over. Sometimes she would just imagine grabbing the both of you and banging each other’s heads to see if you both would realize how ridiculous this stupid game you two kept playing. She never understood how both of you weren’t tired of it after two years.

“Which is too bad.” You added, grumbling under your breath. “Because he’s cute.”

Sara stuffed her mouth with Doritos as she settled herself on the sofa. She lets you continue grumbling under your breath until you have let all your feelings out. That was what she always did because then, she would be able to really see how strong your feelings were for Joe. She knew you were just angry with how he behaves, so Sara just let you do your thing as she started browsing movies on Netflix. 

“Hey! That’s my Doritos!” You scolded her after you finally had gone back to reality.

“Too late now.” Sara deviously smiled, throwing a piece of Dorito at you. “Are you done?”

“Done with what?”

“Grumbling over Joe.”

“I wasn’t—” You exhaled a sharp breath. “You know what, I’m gonna go freshen up. You can pick the movie for tonight.”

Walking away, you went to shower to wash away today's stress and settled next to Sara later that night. Holding the pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, you reached over and grabbed some Doritos from the bag that was sitting on Sara’s lap. As you focus your attention on the movie, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander somewhere else. You couldn’t help but recall your little conversation with Joe from earlier. 

“Are we this sad? Spending Friday nights like this?” You asked Sara, turning to face her. 

Sara shrugged, gazing up at the ceiling for a moment as if she was thinking about your question carefully. 

“Maybe.” She answered. “But at least we’re not getting our hearts broken.”

Laughing softly with her, you nodded your head in agreement. 

“True.” 

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[hearts-hunger]

okay but what if your little girl has always grown up having danny wrapped around her finger, knowing she's safe and loved, but one day she sees danny doing some manly work for you, like moving furniture so you can rearrange her bedroom, and she realizes for the first time how big and strong he really is, especially compared to her. and danny notices she's looking at him with big eyes and he asks what's up.

“you're kinda scary, daddy.”

he frowns. “scary?” he says. he tries to figure out what could have made her think that. he is moving some heavy furniture, he guesses, and his arms look big and bunched up as he works, and maybe she's just never noticed that before.

he sets the furniture aside and hunkers down in front of her.

“scary, huh?” he asks gently. he brushes her hair back from her face. “i promise i’m not. not to you, little girl. not ever.”

she hugs her stuffed pink bunny a little closer.

“but your arms,” she says, trying to put this feeling into words, trying to explain something she’s never known before, the reality that her dad is big and she is small. “you can do things i can't do. things even mama can't do.”

he shrugs. “yeah, i guess so. i like to help you and mama do that kind of stuff.” he tickes her. “like rearranging your whole bedroom when mama gets excited about redecorating.”

she giggles and his face melts into a grin. god, he loves her. this little look-alike of you that broke his heart when he held her the first time and has put it back together every day since.

“you’re bigger than your little bunny, aren't you?” he asks, tugging gently on the well-loved ear of her stuffie. “and you can do things she can't do, right?”

she nods.

“but you’d never hurt her,” he says. “and she doesn't have to be scared of you, does she?”

“i don't think so,” she says, starting to understand.

he holds out his hand and lets her compare her hand to it. it barely spans the length of his palm.

“same with me and you,” he says. “i am a lot bigger than you. but you don't have to be scared of me. because i'll never hurt you, baby girl. you hear me?”

she nods. she throws her arms around his neck and hugs him as tightly as she can. he holds her close and hugs her back, knowing just how gentle to be with her.

“i love you, daddy.”

danny hugs her a little tighter, using his strength for tenderness, always, when it comes to her.

“i love you too, little girl.”

[lowkeyrobin]

hiii :з can i request domestic hcs with quackity x reader where they just moved in with each other and basically figuring stuff out about living together

idk what domestic means in this context but I don't think I wanna know

QUACKITY ; living together

summary ; you and alex finally moved in with each other and you're figuring out your new way of life

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 687

masterlist

At last, you and Alex were finally living under the same roof in Los Angeles. You were living in a studio apartment for a while, but finally upgraded to a two story house just outside the main city with your boyfriend.

Money was the first problem that you tackled beforehand, which you got sorted nice and easily. The next was unpacking and buying new furniture.

You'd already took out some loans for new furniture since both of you either didn't have some furniture, or needed to scrap the old stuff you found off eBay for a scarily low price. The trip to the closest furniture store, about three miles away, was horrifying.

You'd never been a stickler with money, but coming up not having much of it sometimes taught you a great amount about fair pricing. However, when you saw a large number, you stood there awkwardly, wondering if you could afford it or if it was even worth it. Alex was the same, but he was more comfortable spending larger amounts of money on bigger things because he understood the expenses a bit better than you did.

All in all, you probably spent about two thousand dollars at that place. You'd ended up finding some good furniture off of eBay that you could go pick up that afternoon, and found a nice and free dresser set out by the road from someone who didn't want it anymore.

The house, now a month later, was finally furnished and you were in charge of decorations while he organized the kitchen and set up the PC's and other electronics. You two hadn't been doing much other than get used to sharing a room and a bed 24/7. You ended up deciding it'd be better to save that room for something else and have your bedrooms and office combined into one. If anyone wanted to snuggle in the night, they'd go to the other person's room.

It was mostly for privacy, and so you wouldn't end up fighting or beating the shit out of each other. You both needed downtime away from each other, a perfectly normal and healthy aspect of a relationship.

The next part, after setting your desktops up and decorating your rooms and whatnot, was getting into the routine of living together and not doing everything independently. Both of you were independent and didn't need to rely on each other, a good thing, but when it came to getting groceries or going out or streaming, talking about it and making decisions together would be the next step in moving forward.

Tiger was a whole conversation in herself. Alex decided he'd take care of her litter box and you decided you'd take care of her food and water. He felt bad making you take care of his cat, but you found no problem with it considering Tiger was like your child already.

The final steps were just getting used to living with each other and boundaries that came with it.

But, over time, everything would go great.

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Quackity appreciated you bringing him food, water, or a hoodie on stream, and you did as well

Tiger walking into your streams >>>

even streaming side by side was a reoccurring thing

often times you'd play uno and have the handcam on in the corner

you'd give each other advice when editing videos and writing scripts

making dinner together with music in the background >>>

especially when he sings along/to you, good lord

you can't go a single day without cackling at each other

fighting and arguments are healthy for a relationship, but with you guys it's never serious, it's either over dumb shit you couldn't care about or you play fight with each other for laughs

sometimes he'll shout at you in Spanish to mess around and you'll stare at him like "tf are you saying"

if you do understand Spanish though, it's war

arts and crafts together go crazy

you start a little vlog channel together as well

it's run by you and he's only there sometimes but still

insta pictures of you two doing dumb shit 24/7

[marzipanandminutiae]

Okay. Sum total of objects recovered from my burnt-out apartment:

- three French fashion dolls (two intact, one whose head had gotten broken)

- two vintage Barbies

- 1 modern BJD

- One Royal Crown Derby Imari 2451 Tea Set, including a cup and saucer set used in the filming of the movie Crimson Peak

- One replica of Lucille’s robe and nightgown set also from crimson Peak, homemade (Badly stained, but I’m going to try my best to fix that)

- One blue cotton skirt with soutache trim, homemade

- One replica of the clasped hands belt buckle from a movie I’m sure absolutely none of you can guess

- one black wool suiting skirt that I guess I had intended to alter, from a thrift store

- 1 Bradley and Hubbard oil lamp, wired for electricity (more lamps survived, but I was concerned that was too much heavy stuff to carry out)

- One black wool winter coat with gold silk lining, homemade

- One green wool dressing gown with silk lining, partially finished, handmade

- One green cotton skirt, partially finished, handmade

- One white cotton nightgown, handmade, also badly stained

- assorted pieces of jewelry and an antique jewelry box that ultimately had to be thrown away due to the glue melting from water damage

- One broken porcelain candleholder in the shape of an art nouveau nymph

- One pair American Duchess “Wednesday” shoes

- One laptop, functionality uncertain but intact

- One journal

There’s a chance we will get more stuff back, like furniture, when they clear the house to renovate or demolish it. The landlord said he’d be in touch about when that might be happening, so we can come and snag our bigger pieces as they are removed. I know this will be especially helpful for me because the drawers in my dresser were stuck shut from water damage, and all of my corsets and historical undergarments were in there. Plus, like I said… There were more lamps

[alaskan-wallflower]

Hiii, what's your favorite part about your The Wretched (?) au? Or whats something about it you are most looking forward to or excited about?

i literally love you rn oh my gosh

The Curtis brothers!!! I LOVE them, especially in this AU

We got fire bound gryphon Darry—I’m gonna ramble a moment but he’s like…really big—like the size of a house at least. Bigger, even. That’s because he’s half gryphon and needed up being that big (there afe other creatures that are that size—Dallas for example-Johnny in his true form, so it’s not too unusual—he built a cabin for himself when he got too big (when he was around sixteen was when he peaked) and ever since him and his dad had worked on the cabin. His first job is plowing areas (abandoned ones ofc) to make room for new buildings and structures that he helps build, so he kinda acts like a bulldozer ngl—but he also brings home cool things he finds for his cabin and his brothers. His second job is a glass blower-he makes statues and stuff. I was talking to @crow2222 and he mentioned that Darry made a tribute to his parents and I’m sticking with that-he makes furniture and even makes building skeletons sometimes. It’s kinda like pottery to him. He also makes gifts for his loved ones. He usually gets food from meat stands and stuff because they either haven’t been able to sell anything or it’s gone bad (I have a whole thing about gryphon anatomy I WILL ramble, but he’s immune to toxins like that is he’s fine-debating between making that a third job or just as a symbiotic way to get food while also helping out. He purrs when he’s happy tho-like house shaking purrs. That’s rare tho nowadays unless he’s with his brothers-he has fangs too tho! I did draw a pic of that (if you go to #gryphon!darry on here you’ll prolly find it lol)

Thennnnn electric bound hypogriff Soda! I originally had him as a pegasus but I decided to go with combining the whole “half bird mythical being” thing so we’re completing the trend—I figured I’d make him electric bound to complete the trend of “energy based bindings” (thermal for darry, electric for soda and light for pony) but ALSO so he can jumpstart cars sometimes—his electricity also comes with kinda being able to control weather? When he’s excited he sparks-when he’s mad you can obviously tell because again, he sparks. He stores electricity in his body but if it ends up being too much electricity he “overvolts” which basically means you don’t wanna touch him because you’ll get electrocuted due to the amount of electricity surging through his coat at that moment. He’s pretty much normal sized—a bit big because hypogriffs are kinda big but he’s not Darry’s sized or even close to that. He also semi controls weather-like he can clear storms but that either makes him pass out for days or sends him into overvolt.

Then light bound peryton Ponyboy! Perytons are half deer half bird so I decided to complete the trend lol-with Pony he ends up being pretty average sized-kinda big because he’s gonna end up a full grown peryton but again, he’s not anywhere near Darry’s size. For the half bird I wanna make him I’m thinking snowy owl? I dunno, I just have an image in my mind and all I can imagine is snowy owl. Anyway, he’s light bound ofc-his fur glows when he’s happy or upset or something and he can blind people if he wanted to but again that takes a LOT of energy and he just prefers not to unless it’s a genuine situation where he’s gonna end up dead otherwise. Perytons also cast the shadow of a man until they kill one, and I’ve talked about this a few times but on the train to Windrixville he finally sees his own shadow and that wrecks him for a good few months. If he’s not in the light (sunlight, moonlight, artificial light) for a while he’ll get deathly sick. Like he NEEDS some form of light, even if it’s burying a nightlight into his feathers and fur. His eyes also glow when he’s using his light bending abilities. His tears and blood do too—he can kinda store heat? But he acts more like a heating pad as opposed to like…a furnace. He can get warm but not like-hot. If that makes sense? His antlers and hooves are made up of prisms tho! So he’s kinda sought after for that…and when his antlers fully grow he has crystals dangling from them that he likes priding himself on. He also styles his hair so his little antler stubs are visible which scares Darry because it’s basically showcasing them to humans. He can be dangerous if he wants (by blinding people, he has razor sharp front talons, his antlers too-he has teeth that could snap bones. But he’s not dangerous. He does t want to be.

I love rambling guys 🙏

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Sorry if it's boring, but continuing with LawRusso AU Johnny princess, I really like the "enchanted" movie and I can't stop thinking about Johnny being Giselle singing to the rats and cockroaches to clean Daniel and Sam's house lol

as a rule of thumb it is NEVER boring to send me asks, especially ones like these where i can have fun and think of AUs! and you picked a movie i love so this is just a win win for me!!

let’s get into it:

lawrusso enchanted AU is such a good idea im almost jealous i didn’t think of it myself!!

i think daniel and amanda got divorced amicably a few years ago and she still lives in los angeles but daniel moved back to jersey to be closer to lucille and he took sam with him (im imagining this as a story without anthony because it fits better, sorry anthony).

daniel still works as a divorce lawyer because that is just funny to me and it’s canon to the movie and he has this perpetual look of "im one shirt sleeve caught on a door handle away from snapping" look because being a single father is hard work and yeah, he and amanda co-parent but sam is with him most of the time and by moving here he’s always made himself more prone to special lucille larusso mother attacks of "you never visit even now that you’re so close" "you’re so skinny, do you cook actual food or just eat take out?" "are you coming for christmas? all your cousins will be there and also that nice girl you liked when you were a kid, judy? maybe it’s time to get back into dating, daniel!"

amanda has planned to come into the city to spend the holidays with her daughter and ex-husband and i see her as a platonic nancy role.

sam is in her full princess era and she’s making both her parents crazy with all the singing and dancing (and kicking furniture because she’s a karate princess)

meanwhile, in andalasia, johnny who is both prince(ss) and hero dreams of finding his one true love and sighs at his window. he’s been locked away in a tower by his evil step-dad kreese and he’s waiting for someone to come and save him (or at least just open the door of his magically locked tower because he can surely save himself).

carmen who happens to be a princess and hero herself has gone on a quest to save the lost prince of andalasia and with her help, johnny manages to escape the tower, defeat a forest troll and take back his throne from kreese’s claws. he and carmen tentatively get together (but deep down both feel this might not be the right fit for each other) and as johnny makes his way to his own royal wedding he’s sent to Real Life New Jersey and meets daniel and sam.

i kind of see giselle’s wedding dress for him but with pants for a more Realistic outfit but… screw realism i want johnny lawrence in that EXACT outfit!

also imagine scott mccall the equalizer soft mullet with a tiara, it’s just too good. ALSO imagine carmen IN THIS!!!!

you KNOW she would rock this!!

oh and yeeees, johnny summoning rats and insects in daniel’s apartment to clean and sam is SOOOOO excited because that’s a real life prince(ss) who also happens to be a great fighter and they do karate moves while also talking about johnny’s best friend, a chipmunk called bobby.

sam and johnny going on a shopping spree and buying a bunch of stuff and eating ice cream. johnny going to the hairdresser and having his hair cut to look more traditionally masculine (daniel doesn’t want to look into why it makes him sad) because he he keeps getting looks from people in the street for his dress and long hair.

johnny making clothes out of daniel’s curtains and daniel is all you could just ASK me for MY clothes you are not THAT much bigger than i am. johnny making a gi for sam out of pastel pink flower fabric from an old blanket and daniel is like okay… i have to admit that’s pretty adorable.

johnny in the park singing to daniel, who has been wondering if he should take his mom’s advice and try to get back with amanda, hoooow dooooes she knooooow you loooove heeeer (johnny stop, people are looking at us) and johnny has that giselle/animated princess innocence but there is still very much an edge of assholery to him where every time he can he embarrasses daniel as much as possible.

(carmen running around new jersey trying to find her prince(ss) and being like i kind of hate this i wish this was more sunny, also why do i keep getting questions about being on broadway what is a broad a way)

daniel and johnny fighting because johnny keeps saying carmen will come get him and daniel is so fed up with it ("no, johnny, it’s just not gonna happen." "no? is that the only word you know, larusso? no?! oh my god you make me so, so so!!!" "so what?" "so angry!" cue sparring in the living room because that’s how they deal with emotions )

johnny and daniel falling in love montage and then CARMEN AND AMANDA FALLING IN LOVE MONTAGE!!! YES I WILL SNEAK CARMANDA IN EVERYTHING EVER!!

kreese coming to new jersey to finish the job, daniel and johnny going to the ball and daniel giving johnny a true love’s kiss, kreese turning into a dragon and kidnapping daniel, johnny chasing them on the roof with carmen’s sword in his hand and finally getting rid of his evil step-father to save his one true love!!

"is this an habit of yours, daniel? falling off of stuff?"

"only when you’re there to catch me."

lawrusso new jersey happy ending and carmanda los angeles happy ending because amanda wouldn’t go to andalasia when sam is there and hey! carmen would love a break from being a fairytale hero! she wants to go to the beach!

daniel quits his job because it makes him miserable and he and johnny open a dojo together which sam is very excited about and lucille is so happy that her son has found someone and seems to be happier than ever.

they all go to andalasia once in a while to visit bobby and the other three chipmunks (you know who they are) and they all live happily ever after.

the end!

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Undercover ~ Seven ~ Upgraded Status

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

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cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Six - We Have A Problem...

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Six months later... 

“If you boys drop that dresser, I will kill you!” 

Clay and Cougar laughed at the threats Jake’s girl yelled at them.  How the little kitten would hurt them was beyond hysterical until Jake came out.  “I would take her seriously guys.”  He raised his sleeve and showed off a scar.  “Her nails, because I dropped her doll on the floor. Apparently, it was a gift from her father.” 

That shut the guys up, who handled the furniture more carefully.  

Oh, right.  I should explain.  

After turning over the information for Duchy of Manchester over to the inspectors, the Losers were asked to continue watching John Fitzgerald for any noticeable changes.  They never mentioned the Manchester files, as Jake was calling them ever again except when the team was trying to find out information.  

All of the extra time, however, was filled with Jake’s growing love with Samanatha. A week after their first weekend together, Sam blurted out that she was in love with Jake.  Who was also infatuated with her.  As time went on, their love grew until Jake asked Sam to move in with him.  They found a house together, somewhere Jake could actually retire, since he would be done with Special Ops after this mission.  He could technically keep working the job he had.  

So, after the home finished in escrow, Jake made some modifications, like a panic room in the basement, and a weapons locker.  He explained that the military made him vigilant, and he just wanted to make sure she was safe at all times.  Sam swooned.  His actions were not out of paranoia but a sense of protection. With that idea in mind, Jake taught Sam how to handle all of the weapons, just in case.  

Now it was moving day and the Losers plus Mike helped Sam and Jake move into their home.  

Oh the Losers... yeah we should talk about them.  

Aisha was now Sam’s best friend.  The girls had bonded after how stupid the men were being during a barbeque at Jake’s parents house. They had come on the pretense of visiting Jake and had become fast friends.  Even Pooch’s wife got along with Sam, and it made him so happy.  

Then there was Savannah, Grace, SJ, Jules and Chris, Jake’s cousin and her family.  They had been up to visit a couple of times and Sam was in love with the family.  There was also something about Chris that she couldn’t put her finger on.  It was eerie how similar he looked like Jake, but their colorings were so different. Jake was ruggedly handsome, and Chris had movie star good looks.  Sam always shook her head when she thought about it.  So weird.  

The only people who had yet to meet Jake were her parents and brother.  Sam explained that her father and brother worked weird hours which made it almost impossible to schedule time together. Sam’s mother, on the other hand, was going to be there the coming weekend, which made Jake want to piss his pants.  He couldn’t remember the last time he had met parents.  Sam met his parents with flying colors.  

Yes, the couple were moving forward together, and it was so cute to watch.  As Pooch and Cougar set up the TV, Jake and Clay were getting the furniture in place and Sam and Aisha were in the bedroom.  “Are you excited to live with Jensen?” 

“Yes and no.” Sam fluffed a pillow, not looking at Aisha.  “Yes, because its JJ and he so wonderful but no because the last time I lived with a man, he cheated on me, with my friend, in our bed.”  

“That’s not Jake,” Aisha said. “He’s loyal to a fault.  Clay recruited him personally and look, retired and still together.”  

Sam looked up, chewing her lip and her eyes glassy. “He’s such a good guy.  I don’t know what I did to deserve him.”  

“Oh honey,” Aisha sat them on the edge of the bed and put her arm around Sam. “You have no idea how much Jake loves you. You can see it anytime he talks about or sees you.  His eyes light up, like he’s seeing you for the first time. You do the same thing.”  

“I just don’t want to regret this. I’ve had a lot happen in my life and for the first time, I feel at peace.  Like Jake was that missing piece of my life and I don’t want to regret it.”  

“Never baby.”  Jake walked into the room with a box. “I don’t know what you’re worried about, but I’ll be here. I found the love of my life.  You’ve officially replaced the yellow stretch hummer I’ve always wanted.”  

“That’s high praise!” Pooch yells as he walks to the bathroom.  Aisha and Sam giggle at Jensen’s look of indignation.  

Sam stood up and looked at her phone. “Baby, we should get moving.  We have to get the downstairs looking presentable with my mum coming tomorrow.”  

“Right.” He claps his hands. “Nothing to be worried about.  Just meeting the mom.” 

Aisha smiled at Jake. “Nervous? 

“Nervous? No!” Jake scoffed, not at all.  Sam smiled before going back to the living room.  “I’m petrified,” he whispered. “What if she hates me? She raised Sam basically by herself.”  

“Jake, I am sure that Sam has told her mother everything about you so I wouldn’t worry.  If Sam loves you, I am sure that her mom will be the same.”  

“Thanks Aisha.” 

The next day, Jake was fiddling with his shirt in the room as Sam came in to run a brush through her hair.  “Sweetie, are you ok? You’re fidgeting.”  

Jake doesn’t speak but continues to fiddle with his clothes.  Finally, Sam hears a sigh. “Is your mom going to hate me for letting you sell your house? I mean, we’re not married or anything and I feel like I’ve already let you down.”  

Samantha’s heart cracked just a bit with his admission. “Baby, my mum is going to love you because you want to take care of me. We thought the decision through together.  And yes, we are not married but that’s not going to matter.” 

“Why?” Jake looked up at her. “Why doesn't it matter?  Don’t you want to be married?” 

“Eventually,” Sam said.  

“So if I asked, one day, would you say yes?” Jake looked hopefully at her.  

Sam looked at her man and softly smiled. “If you asked, one day, I would probably say yes.”  

“But not tomorrow?” he replied cheekily.  

She giggled. “Not tomorrow but someday. Jacob Jensen, you have been a breath of fresh air.  You are exactly what I thought I would never get.  I love you so much.”  

“You do?” 

“I do.”  

“Ok good.” Jake sighed in relief. “Because I love you too.” He pulled Sam in close and gave her a sweet kiss.  He pulled back but she grabbed on to him and turned his sweet kiss into a very dirty one. “Babe, you’re gonna give me a boner and that is not how I want to meet your mom.”  

Sam kissed his lips once more.  “Later than?” 

Absolutely.  

An hour later found Jake on their couch with a cup of coffee in front of him and Victoria Simpson-Matthews staring him down.  He has been in multiple life or death situations, handled being considered dead and yet, he never feared for his life more than sitting across for Sam’s mom.  He took a gulp of his coffee just to have something to do.  Sam came back in the room with some cookies and sat next to Jake.  “Mummy, how was the drive in?” 

“Very nice,” Victoria replied while taking a napkin and then placing a cookie in it like it would break.  Jake didn’t bother to grab one; it would have broken into a billion pieces.  

“I’m surprised David didn’t join you,” Sam said.  

Jake looked at her. David? His unasked question was answered by Victoria.  “David is my partner, Jacob.  He’s a painter and he had an art exhibition this weekend.” She took a sip of the tea that Sam had made before turning back to Jake. “So, Jacob, you are a technology person?” 

“Yes, ma’am, I mean Mrs. Simpson, or...” he stumbled over.  

“Victoria dear.”  

“Right.  Ok. Victoria. Yes, I am a manager of a tech team that does cyber security.”  

“Excellent.  And you were in the military before?” 

“Yes, for about 10 years.  Joined right after college. I graduated early.”  

“And you are in love with my daughter.” This was a statement not a question.  

But Jake didn’t hesitate. “Yes I am.” He looked at Sam and lifted her hand to his lips.  

“I can see that.”  Victoria gave a warm smile to the couple. “Jacob...” 

“Sorry, you can call me Jake or JJ.  Samantha calls me JJ.”  

“Jake, well, I see that you treat my daughter well. Made some improvements to this new home.” She looked over to the pantry, where Sam had shown her the panic room.  

“Yeah, I did. The military taught me to always be vigilant and I would never want anything to happen to Sam. She is my world.”   

Victoria liked this boy more and more.  “Sammy, have you told your father about all of this? I know he has been busy handing over the, ah, business to Tony.”  

Sam swallowed. “Uh, no. I left Papa and Tony messages to call but I haven’t heard from them.” She looked down to where her hands were joined with Jake’s. “It’s fine, mum, I mean we all know Tony doesn’t like me very much.” 

“Oh Sammy, he loves you. He’s just got a lot of responsibilities now.”  

“Don’t, ok, just don’t.” Sam took a deep breath. “Mum, I just wanted you to know that I was happy.”  

Jake’s heart broke a little. Sam rarely talked about her other family members. It must have been hard to have a family that never spoke to you. He knew Savannah had gone through the same thing when she was pregnant with Gracie, but she now had Chris’s family and his to be there for her. “It’s ok, Princess. The Losers and I and your mom are your family and it’s the family you chose which makes it special.”  

“He’s right Sammy, although I am not sure about a group of people called the Losers.” She smirked at Jake a little in jest.  “I am sure that if they took care of Jake, they will be great friends to you. Now,” she clapped her hands, “I am treating my girl and her guy to dinner.”  

A few days later, Jake was meeting with the Losers and their handlers for an update on Fitzgerald. “What is the latest?” Fowler asked.  

“Jake has been with the company for six months,” Clay began. “He’s made contact with Fitzgerald but he is standoffish, making it difficult to get information.”  

“I was able to hack into his computer, as you know, and retrieve the information that he is looking into the Duchy of Manchester. Further investigation is coming up empty.  He is not doing anything while at work.”  

Pooch took over.  “His home has high security for a civilian.  The only way we would be to infiltrate is with Jensen, but we haven’t found time to do so.  He keeps himself on a tight schedule.”  

Harry Hart sighed.  “This is unfortunate. The tracker Captain Jensen had placed did allow us to investigate deeper into his computer remotely.” Jake nodded, knowing that they would be looking to maintain his cover. “But any personal searches he is doing are on people in your office.”  

“Specifically?” Jake prompted. 

“Well, you for one, Captain.  But also, the CEO of the company, a Mr., Michael Anderson, Miss Samantha Matthews...” 

“Wait, he’s researching Sam?” Jake looked at Clay.  

“Yes, he is.”  

“Shit.”  

Hart and Fowler share a glance. “We also got a flag on a purchase from a public weapons depot,” Nick said, frowning.  

“Cougar has been tailing him for a while and we haven't observed him going to any kind of range,” Clay responded. He turned to Jake. “Where is Sam?” 

“She went for a spa day. She left before I did.”   

“Wait, are you saying that Jensen has a relationship with a civilian while undercover?” Nick asked in anger.  

“It’s a good cover story, really,” Harry replied. 

“It would also explain this.” Nick showed the email he had just received to the team. It was intercepted to the email Jake was using for work that allowed the CIA to read through as well.  It was a simple message.  

I guess you can’t protect your princess after all.  

Attached was a photograph of Sam from that morning.  

Jake pulled out his phone to check the cameras. He scrolled through the cameras and saw something on the front door and zoomed in. “Guys, it looks like someone with a gun is across the street from my home.” He zoomed out and to his horror, Sam’s car pulled into the driveway. “Oh fuck! No! No! No!” He dialed her cell as she entered the home.  

“Hi JJ! You almost home?” 

“Baby, I need you to get in the panic room right now. Get all the way into the second compartment.” 

“Jake...” 

“Just go Samantha! Now!”  

“Ok, I just don’t...” those were the last words as she screams and shots could be heard.  

“Sam! Samantha!” The line went dead as Jake yelled on the phone.  He went back to the cameras and saw smoke all around.  He saw a masked figure enter the house and look around.  As the man spotted the living room camera, he whipped off his mask and smiled before shooting out the camera.  

John Fitzgerald was in their home. 

A/N: I have a couple of stories that involve Samantha and Chris. Would anyone be interested?

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so bee, once he got in contact with the all spark, gets his old frame back? YES PLEASE

I wanna know everyone's reactions and his own, to be in your old body again must be very strange! especially since you've been a small guy for a while now!!!

He doesn't get his frame right away, it's one of those instances where the Allspark's energy is unleashed unexpectedly and some shit happens- that's how the Constructicons and Wreck-Gar(i think?) were created.

In that case the energy was unleashed when the Decepticons+Megs were fighting with Autobots for the cluster of Allspark Shards in some smelting factory. There were mountains on scraps to smelt where htey were and at one point, Bee fell into the slope of the crushing machine and the scraps flooded over him. He actually had one of the shards with him and that's what triggered it. The weird glowing happened and scraps started flying to the pile making it bigger. The huge kettle-things that held molted metal broke and the stuff poured in thru the cracks to the pile. Not few kliks after the pile started to move and a giant humanoid scrap monster emerged from it with a terrifying screech. As it crawled out of the mountain the scraps started falling off of it and a freshly-forged, still having that hot glow to it, Warframe stood there. There was supposed to be a storm that day, and it started jsut at the right time; the rain fell down from the sky cooling the heated metal til it was shining with golden glow. The fight has completely stopped in order to pay attention to what is happening.

I actually have songs that inspired this scene-

Bifrost by Ummet Ozcan, it's the 1st half- the fight is happening, Bee has the Allspark Shard, he falls into the slope and get buried. The shining happens and the beat drop from 1:32 is the build-up and him emerging as freshly forged warframe. (See this post for the low-detail design i made)

Ryu by Ummet Ozcan, it's the 2nd half. The beat from the start made me think of him standing on top of the scrap he emerged from, face towards the sky as the rain falls on him and chills his frame. His optics open as the beat that drops at 0:18. He looks at his servos and smiles, then Megatron speaks up-

"Well, that's certainly a pleasant surprise... The Architect himself returning in glory."

To Autobots' surprise they hear Bee's voice, a tiny bit different but still his, coming from the giant that just appeared. "Heh... of course you'd miss me."

Megatron nods to him, a sign of respect, then calls retreat. "Let them have this victory. Today is a great day for us all." He says when Lugnut questions.

The rest of the song can be him forging stuff montage and building his workshop, idk my imagination refuses to cooperate for anything but the start of the song.

Of course, the others are wary of him cuz a) he's a freking giant now. b) Megatron himself was happy for "his return". They go back to base and Bee tells them his story and how unfair he was treated. (he doesn't mention the being conjuxed part)

The others are still a bit wary but it gets replaced with concern the more they hear about what the Elite Guard did to him and his home. Heck, Sentinel was the one to order reformatting on him! If they hated his guts already they now despise him with all their Sparks... aand Bee is freaking out cuz he's his true self now and he's pretty sure Sentinel will just kill him if he found out. Later they speak about his abilities and ask if he can forge them weapons n stuff. He says yes under one condition- he's allowed to leave the Autobot faction. He states upfront he's not gonna join the 'cons and just wants to be neutral to everyone. The team agrees.

As for the reactions; yeah the team is very- well, like they say "fish out of the water". They are awkward and confused, they often forget Bee is not small anymore. They'll hear his voice and turn to look down to speak- and only see his pedes.

Bee has to get used to being big again for sure- if all his furniture was adjusted to him being small, now it has to be adjusted to him being big- a new berth is really what he needs but also bigger gaming controller and now he can get high shelves for his room! He still forgets he's not small anymore and will look up if one of his teammates speaks to him- he's so used to looking up at them to talk it's so weird to get used to looking down to talk to them. It's not that bad, both of them do this all the time, it's kinda funny. Bulkhead makes funny remarks like "Welcome to the big bot struggles" whenever Bee hits his helm on a door frame or his horns catch on some low-hanging stuff and he does this weird pulled-back move.

Bee defo points out Prowl is now the shortest, karma baby. He's been bugged about his height all the time, now it's his turn to point and laugh.

Sari on the other hand, is now adorable. She so smol. He says he thinks she's adorable and she doesn't like it. She's not the type to be called cute, damn it! Bee takes her on rides tho so thery're good.

The most surprising part is when they find out Bee essentially becomes Ratchet when fixing the damage done to his upgrades for Team Prime. Ratchet is just amused- except when he gets damaged and it's up to Bee to fix him cuz they don't have the key anymore. Oh how the tables have turned...

They're also flabbergasted when Bee picks up some heavy container Bulkhead has trouble carrying on his own with little issue. It's just unreal to them- a little minibot who's physical strength only topped Prowl is suddenly a giant monster truck whose raw power nearly matches Megatron himself.

Bee is also happy to be able to tackle-hug Blitz again. He's the strongest one again. As much as Bee loved being wrapped in his Conjunx's big arms he loves to just hold all of Blitz in his own. (Bee is taller than Blitz btw.)

I imagine Bee has his own quarters in the new workshop along with Blitz but he still keeps the room at the plant, it's his home after all. They visit often.

I almost forgot! When Blitzwing sees his love trapped under scrap he's literally about to ditch everything to save him but then the weird stuff happens and he feels this tingling sensation thru his bond and witnesses Brasshorn 2.0 emerging from the scrap. He just stands there shocked and mesmerized until Megatron calls retreat.

Megs knows now that The Architect is back Blitz will go running to his Conjunx so the moment Blitz says he's going on patrol Megs knows he's gonna go see Bee so he tells Blitz to say hi on his behalf.

When Blitz arrives at the meeting location he doesn't suspect being surprise tackle-hugged the moment he lands. They talk and Bee finally has the chance to scoop Blitz up in his arms bridal-style, like in the old days. They're happy.

Once Bee has his workshop Blitz visits surprisingly often, but it's only when Ratchet is called to Bee's workshop to come alone and finds Bee worrying over Blitz who's been injured in battle earlier that day it's known they are together. Bee practically yells at Ratchet to patch him up and of course, Ratchet is a medic and would do it anyway but he does demand an explanation- he is surprised to hear that Bee's been Conjuxes with Blitz for centuries but understands why Bee didn't tell them. He does however tell him to tell the others soon instead of waiting for an issue to occur when they find out on their own.

So the next day when his team and Sari are at his workshop and find Blitz recovering from the battle Bee tells them about the aspect of his past he didn't tell them yet- that he was actually Conjuxed to someone back then.

"Really? To who?" Optimus threw the question, both curious and unsure of the answer.

Bee came up to Blitzwing, who's been sitting on the unoccupied workbench, and takes his servo in his. "To him." He said with a hopefull smile, which only grows as Blitzwing leans to his side and squeezes his servo back.

The silence and questions Bee was answering that followed were broken by Sari who's only now processed what Bee said- "YOU'RE MARRIED??" "Yep!"and the couple laughed.

So this is resolved and Team Prime is not targeting Blitzwing in combat- that also applies to Blitzwing. He's helping the 'cons of course but as soon the fight starts he just leaves. He can't help them fight nor can do anything cuz the Autobots guard whatever they were trying to get. He does however steal some metarials when they are doing resource-gathering missions- half of them still goes to Bee tho. Megs is not amused by it.

The Elite Guard finds out only when Megatron demands that Earth will be made into a Neutral Zone. Oddly enough the repair crew also forces them to do their job and get the Allspark and leave them there. So yeh, Sentinel is kinda pissed but can't do anything cuz Optimus and his crew are backing Bee up(he's kinda intimidated by them in secret cuz they did kick Megatron's aft mulitple times for a simple repair crew) and Megatron himself is supporting everything behing that. So they are kinda forced to comply and leave Earth alone, but not without Jazz making himself to be the link in the neutral zone and gets them access to the fine weaponry Bee makes- in reality he also wanted to just chill out on Earth he grew to like and this was the perfect opportunity to do so. He gets to keep his job and hang out with his friends and sibbling-figure(Prowl) all day long. I imagine Jettwins follow soon after to "help the colony out on Autobots' behalf", also they can't stand Sentinel's attitude without Jazz around so yeh.

I think that's about it? I might have forgotten few things but eh, it's long as is.

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Reopening Old Books

(Finn Shelby about his Mother Mini Series)

Summary- In a room long since lived in, under a bed long since slept in, is a very old book about to reveal something no one ever expected....Especially not Finn Shelby.

A/N: Hi Y'all. OK so there are some 🟥🟨TRIGGER WARNINGS 🟨🟥 for this story including: Multiple Mentions of planned suicide (it goes for the whole series). It's not graphic, nor is the word suicide used, but this whole series is about Finn's relationship (or lack of) with his mother and how her death effected him and his family. So this entire story is pretty bittersweet, it's meant to be fluff sugar coating some angst!! Also again there are mentions of religious themes for the 1920's and using a Bible to hide things. There is also a bit of anxiety and self depreciation on Finn's part as well as mentions of spousal abuse and child neglect! That being said I'm very happy with how it finally turned out and I hope y'all have enjoyed the idea I came up with! So Enjoy the final part of the Pictures On The Wall series❤️

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Finn Shelby was frustrated. He had been searching almost three hours now for those papers Polly wanted. They weren't for the company, and Polly didn't even say what they were. All she had done was told Finn to grab the papers sitting in the chest of the main bedroom of 6 Watery Lane. Finn didn't know what they were for but he knew they weren't in that drawer. 

He'd turned it inside out twice now, and still the only thing inside was dust bunnies and old whiskey caps. He had half a mind to give up now and just go back, telling Polly there wasn't anything there. But with his luck, Polly would probably march right into the house and snatch the papers out of thin air. Then Finn would probably get a small scolding about not looking hard enough....And he really didn't want to get that today. So he decided to broaden the search beyond the chest.

He started with the closet, rummaging through the shelves, pulling out mostly empty boxes and coughing when he shook a dusty coat too hard. Then he went to the desk, pulling out every drawer and even looking underneath it to see if they'd been taped to the top. Still nothing. They weren't even under the loose floor boards that Finn knew Ada and John had hidden stuff in more than once. It didn't seem like the papers were anywhere to be found. 

Just like the rest of house, it seemed everything had been left behind. All of his siblings and his Aunt had moved to newer houses, bigger houses where the pipes didn't leak and the floors were never freezing. They'd moved away from their past and seemed to want nothing to do with it. Sure, the furniture was still there and the pictures were still hung up, and the plates and cups still sat in their shelves. But the house was empty. Unless the family was in trouble or they needed to pop over from the new office, the rooms often stay unused and abandoned. The product of change and progression up in life. In fact, the only one who still stayed there regularly was Finn himself. Despite its cold and creaks, Finn actually liked the house he grew up in. It was familiar, and no matter who was fighting in his family, or who was pissed off at who, Finn knew he could always sleep at Watery Lane. Honestly, Finn still slept there most nights, in the slightly too small bed of the room he was raised in. He found comfort in the stability of it all. He liked being able to go somewhere he knew wouldn't leave. 

A lot of things in Finn's life had a habit of leaving.... And most of them never seemed to come back.

Finn rubbed his hand over his eyes in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose like Tommy did. He didn't understand why Polly couldn't just get the papers herself. She hadn't actually been doing anything when she sent him off. And to be honest Finn was suppose to meet Bonnie out by Charlie's yard an hour ago. The boys wanted to mess around and play with the new horse Tommy had bought last week. But evidently that would have to wait. Polly said not to come back until he'd found the papers. Now he was hungry and tired and they still hadn't shown up. 

Turning around one more time, Finn paused to take in the room before him. It was the master bedroom, if it could even be called that. The only defining feature about it was that it was sat on the first floor in the back of the brick house. It wasn't that much bigger than the other rooms either. But it had been where Polly had slept after moving in and where his "parents" slept before that. 

Truth be told, he'd never thought of it as he parents room, because Finn Shelby wasn't use to thinking about "his" parents. It was always "his sibling's" parents in his mind, and he didn't really see much reason to change that. After all, they were both gone before he could even hold up his head properly. He wouldn't have even known what his father looked like, had the man not shown up for less than a week when he was eleven. And even now, Finn couldn't remember much about the useless bastard other than the thin scars creating a permanent smile on his face. He didn't really care about that too much though. Seeing how bad his "father" treated them, it made him think they were better of without him. Besides, Isaiah'a dad had never been one to shy away from showing Finn the same love as his son whenever he showed up.

 It was Finn's "mother" he thought about more often, but again, she was still someone he was almost scared to ask about. Often times if felt like she was never even real, just a fictional story no one was suppose to tell. Twenty years old now and he could still only be sure of three things about her: She was a good woman, She loved me, and She's dead. And even the first two things he found himself questioning from time to time. He's heard how their father treated her, but there was a small part of him that wondered why he wasn't enough to make her stay longer. After all, she's stayed strong for all his siblings, why didn't she stay for him? Atleast for a little bit longer. She didn't even make it to a year after he was born and so he never got to see his picture with her on the wall. He never got to see proof of the love in her eyes as she held him on her lap at one year old like she had with his siblings. She thought they were worth staying for... so why wasn't he? Why didn't anyone in his family seem to think he was worth staying around for? 

Huffing, Finn squeezed his eyes tight and shook his head. He sniffed once and then opened his eyes again. He knew it was stupid if he wanted to cry over something like that. His brothers never did, and if they knew he might, they'd only think he was soft. At least that's what Finn thought. So the room was Polly's, and it always would be to Finn. Because growing up, she was always the one there when he snuck in during the night and she was the one who scolded his brothers for snooping around in her private stuff. And even if she had moved to her new house, Finn would always think of it as Polly's room. Because even when his parents left. She was the one who choose to stay.

....And she was the one who'd be disappointed if Finn couldn't find those papers. Fuck.

Finn cursed to himself as he turned around again. He'd gone over the whole room twice now, and still couldn't find what he needed. He'd probably have to call Pol and make sure the papers really were in the room. With a huff Finn plopped down on the old bed in frustration.

A thump hit the floor

Finn froze and looked around trying to see what he'd accidentally knocked over. But he couldn't see any new mess besides the one he'd already made. Then it hit him....The noise had come from under the bed.

Rolling off the bed and on to the carpet, Finn laid on his stomach to see underneath the dust ruffle. His search was again unfruitful as there was nothing under the bed but dirt and dust and..... a book? 

It was too small and thick to be the papers Pol wanted. She'd said that it should only be a few sheets in a thin folder, but this looked as big like one of Ada's many novels. Maybe it was his Aunt's and she'd forgotten it when she moved years ago. That didn't explain why it was tucked between the bed boards though. Curious, Finn reached under the bed and pulled the mysterious book out.

It was a Bible.

An old one, that hadn't seen the light in years. given the layers of dust settled upon the sides. It was small and worn, but despite the dust Finn could tell it was well cared for. There were a lot of little bits of smaller papers sticking out from the sides, protected from ruin between the rest of the pages. Finn was sure now this wasn't Polly's. As a gift from him and Ada one year, they'd saved up enough to get Polly a new Bible, with her name embossed in small gold letters on the front. Finn knew she kept it by her bed or on her desk next to the pictures she had of her and her late husband. Besides, Finn believed she'd never shove a Bible between the slats under a bed where it could be damaged. So this couldn't be his Aunt's. 

Finn also knew it could never be his father's. During the one meal Finn was ever sat at the same table as his father, the man had claimed to find religion, demanding to be the one to say grace. But even Finn knew his words were lies, printed out to help his image of a man who'd returned "for his family" as he claimed. Arthur Shelby Sr never believed in God a day in his life. If he had, then he would have had to admit he wasn't an almighty as he claimed. But no, Arthur Shelby Sr. always had to be the man out on top, even if he had no moral means of getting there. It was a small trait Finn saw in Tommy sometimes. The desire to control everything and be on top no matter who he hurt, but Finn would never tell him that. They all hated begin compared to the man who's caused so much pain with so little care. But Finn knew this wouldn't ever be his father's Bible, simply because the man believed himself to be a God most days. And what god would read about another. Besides he'd over heard things from his family before. Not that they realized he was listening from the top of the stairs the night after his father left again, but he heard them. They had been talking about her.

After Arthur had stormed off with Sr, Tommy when back to the pub, and John went home to his kids, Ada and Polly started talking. About Senior and how awful he was. How his return would only hurt the family more, and how he should have just died when he left. How the rest of his days were probably cursed for how he treated their mother. That was when Finn had come in. He wanted to get a drink of water before going back to sleep, but froze at the top of the stairs when he heard their conversation.  He knew who his sister and aunt were talking about even if they didn't say her name. No one ever said her name. And he also knew that if he continued to go down, they'd stop and he'd loose the chancing to find out more about her. So wrapped in his thin blanket, eleven year old Finn Shelby sat at the top of the stairs, eagerly memorising the words he heard. After all, it was rare her name was ever mentioned, much less any information about what she did. 

And so he heard his Aunt and sister recollecting about his dead mother. About how she was so sure their father wasn't religious, that she started keeping things in her Bible. It was the one place where her things were safe from his rage. Every secret delight, or even small amounts of money she didn't want her husband to ruin or take, was tucked safely between the pages. Little notes and scribbles or even important papers hidden away in the one book she knew her husband wouldn't care enough to open. She liked to keep it close, not necessarily because of what was already inside, but because of what she was able to save in it. 

So Finn was sure this wasn't his Father's Bible.... And in the back of his mind, the hopeful part that was almost scared to dream, Finn knew who the Bible belonged to. They hadn't seen it since the day she died, and no matter how much his siblings searched for it, they were never able to find their mother's precious keep sake. Once Finn had heard Uncle Charlie reckon that she'd had it when she went into the water, and it had been washed away just as her life had. He'd been very drunk that night, and didn't even remember telling Finn that the next day. And Finn had believed him since it had been over a decade, and the book had never been found. 

But here it was twenty years later, held cautiously in the hands of the son who hadn't been enough.

Not washed away by the river, but covered in dust and slightly creased on the cover from years of being slept over. The last time he'd been near it, the book was almost as big as him, and now he could spread out a hand and touch a finger on each edge. The world seemed to fade away as Finn's fingers began to lift the cover.

 He wanted to see the small scribbles and notes in the pages and papers within, and be able to match to the writing he'd seen before. He wanted to see it was the same neat lettering hanging up on the wall on the back of four very old pictures. And each photo would show a one year old baby, in the same gown, on the same smiling mother’s lap holding her newest child close. And on the back of the photo was written the date and the name of the child, along with a note from their mother detailing something special she loved most about the baby. And each note would be concluded with the same phrase, “Mama loves you” and each picture would be hung on the wall.... But there were only four pictures because she hadn't lived long enough to take the fifth. In fact, there wasn’t a single photo shared between the mother and her youngest son. Because by the time it came for the photo to be taken, the smiling woman four other photos had already been long since taken herself. Finn Shelby wanted confirmation that this is what he thought it was. He wanted to match the words in this book to the one on his siblings pictures, because he'd never be able to match it to his own.

And so Finn did just that. Completely forgetting his original task, he gently thumbed his way through the thin pages. Not paying attention to the printed words within, but rather those hand written with care the Shelby family had long since seen. Finn Shelby sat on his mother's bed....he could almost call it that now. She didn't seem like such a lie anymore. He traced the words and memorized every shape they made. He was able to recognize every letter as one he'd seen on the backs of his siblings photos and knew this was it. He'd found the last bit of herself his mother left behind. Finn Shelby finally had what he always wanted. Proof his mother was real. 

Finn could feel tears in his eyes again and this time he didn't care about stopping them. He didn't care what his brothers would think, and he knew they'd probably do the same if they were he was now. Holding the last little bit of herself their mother's existence that remained unmarred by their father's corruption.

When the tears made it hard to see, Finn finally wiped his eyes. Taking the book in one hand, he brushed away the tears with the other and that's when it happened. 

Something fell out of the book. 

Finn's heart dropped and his head began to race. Not even holding it for half an hour, and he'd already broken his mother's keepsake. He never should have opened it, he didn't mean to destroy any more of her. 

Almost scrambling to try and reverse his mistake, Finn grabbed the pages, hoping he could piece them back in their proper place. But then to his great relief, Finn saw it was only an envelope..... Not just not envelope, but the ones the photographer put his pictures in once they developed. A safe sleeve for his customers to take their images home in. Usually thick pieces of paper were also placed between the photos to keep them from scratching each other too. He could feel his heart slow again at the realization that he hadn't broken her treasure. Now Finn was curious to what could be inside. He'd seen the small notes and drawings, but no one ever mentioned that his mother kept pictures in her Bible. Maybe his family didn't know either. Gently setting the book on his lap, Finn opened the envelope and pulled out the images inside.

There were four of them.... Only four. 

Finn recognised these photos and knew why there were only four. Each one nearly mirrored a picture he'd seen before. They showed four different babies, all one year old. And each baby was wearing the same old christening gown, even if it had to be altered to fit with hidden pins or wouldn't button at all. Holding each child was the same smiling woman, gentle arms tight around her newest love. But still these photos were slightly different than the ones hanging on the wall upstairs. For starters, none of them had anything written in the back, not a date or word detailing what she loved most about the baby. And each of the individual photos were slightly different too. 

In oldest picture, Baby Arthur could be seen draped sideways over his mother's arm, while her eyes opened wide as she went to save him. It appeared like as the photographer was counting down to when the photo would be taken, Baby Arthur saw it as when to throw himself off his mum's lap to see if she'd catch him. He had a grin on his face as he started his own game. And despite the panic in her eyes, one could see the laugh beginning to come out of his mother's mouth.

The next photo showed a child with a single bow on her head. Finn laughed, seeing that even then, Baby Ada made the same frustrated face she did now. Her small nose was wrinkled as she glared off camera, one small arm raised and mouth open as if telling someone off. Obviously she wasn't pleased with the face one of her brother's just made. It was probably John. Her mother could be seen with an amused smile, holding an arm around Baby Ada's chest, likely keeping the child from jumping off and toddling over to attack the offender. 

Baby John was a sight to see as well. With hair so blond it appeared white in the photo, he was the one whose face had changed the least. Eyebrows raised and mouth open wide, Baby John was actually standing to the side of the chair his mother sat in while her head was thrown back in laughter. Half of his face was hidden, pressed tightly to his mother's showing baby bump. By the annoyed look on his face, one could easily guess he was yelling at his unborn sister to stop kicking him for at least the third time that day.

The last photo was more peaceful than the rest. It also made Finn laugh the most. Unlike his siblings, Baby Tommy didn't seem to be causing trouble at all. Evidently, Baby Tommy's photo was taken during nap time. He was standing on one leg, and he had one hand clasped tightly to his grinning mother's dress. With one arm propping him up against her chest, the Shelby mother proudly displayed her second child who was sound asleep.... sucking the toes of his other foot.

Finn was grinning wildly now. These photos were some of the greatest he'd ever seen, and not just because they showed his siblings in unflattering angles. In each of these photos it became more clear that his mother really did love his siblings. He could tell by the look in her eyes, even when they couldn't take a proper photo. The ones upstairs were nice looking, showing the perfect image of mother and child, but these showed her at her best. The loving mother of wild children who liked to run on their own schedules and couldn't be tamed. They were messy and chaotic and, what Finn like most...real. He liked the picture proof that she wasn't just the perfect image upstairs, rarely talked about, as if mentioning her would spoil her image. He'd only just seen them, but Finn knew the photos in this book would be some of his favourites forever. And maybe not today, but he knew one day he'd share them with his siblings. Even if they got mad because he brought her up, Finn knew they'd want to see these too. They'd want any chance they could to see themselves with her again. 

Still smiling, he made a mental note to keep them safe. As he was tried to slide the four photos back into the envelope, he realized he couldn't. They were getting stuck on the extra card stock, keeping them from sliding smoothly in. Finn placed the four pictures aside, and went to pull out the thicker pieces of paper. He also decided it would probably be a good idea to layer the card stock with the photos like the photographer did. He pulled apart the first two pieces of card stock and again something fell out.

Finn found two more photos...

Two photos, that looked almost just like the others, but these he'd never seen before. At least he didn't remember seeing them. They showed the same smiling woman, holding her newest child, love evident in her eyes. She was sitting in the seat she always was, and the child was wearing the same worn christening dress as always. The first picture was very similar to the ones way upstairs. The curly haired child was being up held on his mother's knee as she gave the same bright smile she always did for the first photo. The baby's mouth could be seen forming a small "o" as he stared towards the camera. But it was the second picture really proving these weren't like the ones before.

For starters, the child was obviously not one year old. Such a small baby couldn't have been more than three months. The christening dress was far too big for him, and instead of truly wearing it like his siblings, the mother had wrapped him up in it, as if bundling him up for cuddles when it was cold. The mother was also holding the child differently than in other pictures. The baby was likely too small to sit up on his own, and this time his mother was instead cradling him in her arms as if rocking him to sleep. She was also looking at the baby. In all the other photos she was looking at the camera. Even in the ones just found, her glance was off screen at someone else, trying to see if they if they were laughing at the child with her. But not in this photo. Holding him close, the mother was smiling directly at him as she bent down to rub her nose against his. The child's mouth could be seen trying to mimic his mother's smile as his arms were reaching towards her face.

Finn Shelby never knew he had his mother's nose.

Running his finger lightly over the two photos, Finn flipped the first over. After all, it was usually the first one she wrote the message on. But the back of the photo was blank. Quickly, he flipped over the second photo, hoping there was more. There it was, the message written just for him.

On the back of the second photo was his name, a date and message written in the same hand as the other photos and the notes in the Bible. 

The first thing Finn noticed was the date and despite the lightness that had settled in his chest he couldn't help but grimace. The message was written a week before Finn turned three months old....and two days before his mother was found in the water. She had been missing for a day before Uncle Charlie pulled her out. There was something awful bittersweet for Finn, realizing the last time his mother probably spoke to any of her children was when she was whispering her sweet message into his ear. There was something nauseating settling in Finn's stomach at the thought. His family had always believed her death was an almost spur of the moment ultimatum, caused by the breaking point of one last fight or one last assault from her husband while the kids were at school. But in truth, it wasn't a choice she made that night after her breaking point. And it hurt more than not having any pictures, realizing that she knew what was going to happen for atleast the week it took the photos to develop. She'd known since the day she planned to sneak away with her youngest to take photos almost nine months earlier than usual. If his mother thought she'd make it to his first birthday, she wouldn't have taken the photos. But she did take them, because she knew she wouldn't make it.

Finn took a deep breath trying not to cry again. He had a longer relationship with cocaine than he did with his own mother and it fucking hurt. He could barely remember a single thing about her but, he missed his mother so much. But he could say three things about her:

       She was a good woman.

       She loved me.

       She's dead, but not because of me.

And for once, he actually believed them all.

Gulping and taking another deep breath, Finn finally moved his eyes from the date, and took a good look at the words whispered in his ear so long ago. Finn Shelby couldn't read what they said. One of Isaiah's friends has offered to teach him how, but they'd only just stared last week. But he'd be able to read them one day. Still, there was one phrase Finn recognized and there was something about knowing this time the words were written for him that made them more special. It was probably one of the only phrases Finn could confidently read that wasn't a name. And ever since he could remember there was always a part of him that wished he could read those words, not on his siblings picture but his own. And now he could. Finn Shelby had two pictures with his mother. Maybe he was enough after all....

Finn left 6 Watery Lane an hour later, a book shaped bulge in his coat pocket. He still hadn't found the papers for Polly, but that didn't matter anymore. It was getting dark and he still wanted to see the new horse with Bonnie. His aunt could scold him later, but right now he really didn't care. He locked the door and headed out. 

Away from the streets he played on as a child, and away from the house he'd grown up in. In the house was the kitchen he'd learned to crawl in and the couch he'd lost a tooth on. There were the stairs that only he could get up soundlessly, and the sink that always leaked. In the house was the room he'd spent so long hiding in, anxious by his doubts and burdened by his past. It was the house where pictures covered the upstairs hall....

Five of which were almost identical.

"Mama Loves You Finny"

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[samkat10423]

Community Lots

Back in Sunset Valley today. Gave Agnes an older half-sister with an out-of-wedlock kid, and a much younger boy-toy. The only reason I did it was because I wanted to establish family ties between Agnes and the rebellious teen, who will be living with her. So, after making the new family, I killed 2 of them. Because as an all-powerful simgoddess I CAN!!!!! As for Agnes and the teen, they pretty much hate one another. But they've got 2 cats to like, so, that's good.

Anyway, in between killing sims, I did a couple of community lots. I moved a remake of Hogan's diner out to that stretch of lots that's on the road that comes into town - close to Agnes' house, actually. Which left me that big lot in town. So, I gave my sims a bowling alley. Because bowling alleys are sort of a staple of small, American towns. Well, they used to be. Now, not so much.

Anyway, I found a 30x20 lot over on My Sims Realty called Disco Fan Arcade. This was a much bigger space, so I decided to add on to their build and add an ice-skating arena. The original lot ended right where that section with the 3 windows begins - if that makes sense. Anyway, I expanded that outdoor patio eating area, added that area with the benches and bike rental stuff, and bumped out the back of the build a bit. Then added the town deco stuff.

Inside, their build ended where the 3 bowling lanes are. I added the ice-skating rink and a small observation area with tables and chairs and a counter where sims can rent skates. Upstairs I made into a place for serious sims to play some poker. I added some neon signage inside and out, and now need to find some skates to put behind that counter on the ground floor. But other than that, this lot is done!

Then, next to Chris Steele's house, I decided to place a church. This is another lot made by Lili. I've never used it before, but decided to give it a whirl. It also came on a much smaller lot, so I added the parking to the front and got rid of a lot of excess trees and assorted plants. Then I switched out all the windows.

Inside, I switched out the basegame furniture and used stuff from Sandy's church set. I also added some junk from one of the bridal sets. Now my sims have no excuse for always getting married in the bathroom by the toilet. They can do it up right in a church! BTW, there's a small reception room in the basement. But it's basically just some tables, chairs and a buffet table. And a tiny dance floor.

I'm still on the fence as to whether I'll be keeping it, but for now it's done. Or maybe not. I may change that tower where she placed a bell. Or just use a different lot entirely.

Then right across the road is this building. It's a new yoga studio. The original was built a gazillion years ago and came from Mod the Sims. Since there was no yoga back then, the rugs inside were purely decorative. I did make some changes to the outside. I added the fake solar panels to the roof and relandscaped it a bit.

This is how it comes when you download it. I did switch out the rugs for twinsimming's set. Plus, I got rid of all the gaudy wallpaper and used the set from @enable--llamas. Thank you! Then I added those vending machines that olomaya gave us. (Thank you!) As you can see, sims are already using the mats. That's that Bunch sim on the one mat. (He was pretty awful).

Upstairs I got rid of everything that was there. I made a small yoga room - complete with an instructor's mat - added those tables and chairs so sims can relax after class, and then gave them a place to meditate if they're so inclined. Outside, they also have a pool.

Which got me to thinking. The pool, that is. This frackin town now has 4 community pools. FOUR!!!!!!! So, now that we have that tennis mod - thank you to @riverianepondsims - I plan on bulldozing that pool behind my salon - it's the one for the apartments - and making some tennis courts. To me it makes more sense. Especially since the town pool is only a block away. So that will be my next project for this ratty town.

And that's all I managed to get done today. Because I'm old. And lazy.

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

In one of your posts about N/J, there were a lot of things J does to wind N up, but is there anything N does that gets J flustered? :)

(Also, good to see you popping up on feedist Tumblr again, hi!)

hi!! sorry I’ve been away so long!!

that’s a good question!! he likes that N is confident about the stuff that he’s competent at, like cooking and fixing stuff (if only temporarily). he gets a little worked up taking directions from him in the kitchen and he likes when N’s tone shifts from his usual chill goofiness to his take-charge voice. he likes that N knows what to tell him to do and how capable he sounds. finally he gets up the nerve to ask N to bring that voice into the bedroom and that is VERY good for them.

(N is big big adhd and his competency with kitchen directions does not extend to being competent at all directions. like he is not sexy at putting together ikea furniture, he is a nightmare. J is taking point on that.)

N isn’t super muscular aside from being lean, but it also turns J on when N’s t-shirts hug his biceps just right and call attention to them. and when N, despite being the lighter of the two, presses J up against the wall and whispers and kisses against his neck, especially in the morning before N has shaved and his stubble scratches at his neck. and especially especially when they’re out somewhere or at a social event and N is like “hey come here for a second” and pulls J to a secluded room or tugs him around a corner and just gathers him into his arms and kisses the hell out of him. J is not one for public demonstrations of affection but he loves the private little reminder in the middle of a bigger, maybe overwhelming event that N is thinking about him and wants to make him feel noticed and loved.

J has also been the person who gives more than he receives in most of his relationships (in the bedroom and otherwise) and N is the first person to be More into giving than he is. N is very firm that J should get to finish/relax/have a turn/whatever and he’s so adamant that J deserves pleasure that it makes J a little weak in the knees.

also when N comes back from a run and he’s all sweaty and his hair is damp and he’s got that big dark patch of sweat down his chest … that’s real good for J. he likes how N’s running shorts sit low on his hips and how he can see the muscles move under his skin, how he can see his calf muscles flex when he moves.

N is also a very charismatic nerd who can talk for hours about whatever RPG campaign he’s running at the time, rhapsodize about the specific details of different weather events in history, or explain enthusiastically why whatever cooking or baking process he’s doing works and how it was developed. it doesn’t always make J flustered in the “I gotta get you alone right now” kind of way but it does make him feel overwhelmed with affection.

thank you!!

feel free to ask me more oc questions!!

[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane’s Pets Chapter 85: Plans

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The three of them have all been sleeping in Puppy’s room, lately. Being alone is hard, and they usually end up in the same room anyway once someone has a nightmare. Bunny and Puppy share the bed, and Kitty sleeps in a nest made of pillows and blankets on the floor.

Bunny is clinging to Puppy and sobbing. Puppy can’t tell if he’s awake or not, but it doesn’t matter much. She combs her fingers through his hair gently, physical comfort being the only comfort she can provide.

His nose is still broken from Truth or Dare the other day, and yet he clings to her like she can protect him.

If, somehow, Master were to die (that’s impossible. It’s a waste of time to think about this) Puppy knows what she would do. She shouldn’t. But she does. Her mind drifts back to it during long nights of not being allowed to sleep, while she paces and paces around her room to keep herself awake, and when daydreams about a world where none of this ever happened become stale. When she’s doing the same monotonous chores over and over again. When she’s cleaning up her closest friends’ blood off the floor and the walls and various weapons and needs to think about something, anything else. Or, like tonight, when her friends look so broken and vulnerable that imagining them happy isn’t enough, and she feels the need to make plans she knows will never come to fruition.

First of all, they would need money. For food, for shelter, for therapy. (Honestly, Kitty and Bunny would probably know more about how to survive with little to no money, having been homeless. But there’s no way she’s going to ask for their opinions on this.)

There’s some stuff in the house she could sell, some of the fancy dresses and jewelry Master likes to dress her up in, and some of Master’s weapons seem like they could be pretty expensive. And there’s the house itself, and the furniture.

The problem there, of course, is that selling those things would raise some questions. Because for the most part, Jane doesn’t buy things. She just teleports them into her void. And the house itself doesn’t legally exist, Puppy is positive Jane isn’t paying property taxes on it or anything like that.

Even if that doesn’t cause any problems, they don’t have any access to the internet, and she’s not sure how to get the word out that they’re selling something without it. Or how and where buyers would pay and pick stuff up, especially bigger stuff like furniture.

Luckily (not really), Master has gotten Puppy involved in some of her illegal activities. Things that she can’t do entirely online, and therefore required someone who looks like an adult. So Puppy knows some people who she could sell stuff to who wouldn’t ask questions, and who would be okay with the process being unconventional.

Some of them even like her. Jane was never secretive about Puppy’s situation, making it clear that her pet would act in her place for in-person interactions. Most people she interacted with seemed uncomfortable with it (Master could’ve chosen to do business with people who see no problem with human pets, but she didn’t. She likes making people uncomfortable), and some even offered to help her. She didn’t accept any offers, of course. But it was nice.

Once they had money, they’d have to find somewhere to live (they would not stay at the house). Puppy doesn’t think that’d be too big of an issue, if she was able to get as much money as she thinks she’d be able to get from selling stuff. Maybe they wouldn’t have a super nice place, but they’d have a roof over their heads. They could handle a shitty apartment, after everything they’ve been through.

Puppy would get back into freelance writing. Maybe she could get paid for some kind of translating work online, too? She’d figure it out. If she had to, she’d get into contact with her criminal friends again and make money through less than legal methods. Anything to keep the three of them alive and safe and housed.

Finding a good therapist would be rough. They’d need someone who knows how to treat trauma from torture and kidnapping, someone who wouldn’t try to convince them Jane was something she wasn’t, someone who wouldn’t call the police if they talked about some of the things they were forced to do. Maybe they wouldn’t find one. Maybe they’d just have to figure it out on their own.

They’d probably need some sort of believable story for why they’d been missing, where they’d been, and what happened to them. “None of your business” wouldn’t work for everything.

They wouldn’t need to lie about having been abducted and tortured. The scars would be hard to explain otherwise. The real problem would be explaining how they got away without leaving room for questions about where Jane’s body was. If her body was found, no one would believe that she was the one who hurt them. Giving a false description of her would risk accidentally describing a real person, alive or dead, which could have very serious consequences for all involved. They could say that she died in a way that left her body unrecoverable, but it’s a lot harder to claim self defense if you’re also claiming the body was completely destroyed. And if they said someone else did it, they could run into the whole ‘accidentally describing a real person’ problem again.

Maybe they could say she did it to herself? Not on purpose, there aren’t any methods of suicide Puppy can think of that would leave no recoverable body and be witnessed by others (that part’s important, if the three of them didn’t witness it than there would be concern that she’s still alive somewhere, and searches, which would cause the same problems as a search for her corpse), but maybe there’s a way she could’ve accidentally�� exploded herself, or something? But that would leave the question of how they witnessed it without being exploded themselves…

Oh, oh! They could say she fell into a vat of acid! Jane does keep that stuff in the basement, it’s not too unbelievable. They’d have to be sure to leave enough stuff at the house unsold, so that if anyone decides to go and confirm their story they have something to find, but that’s all.

Puppy shouldn’t be thinking about this. The only way to be somewhat okay here is to let go of the hope of getting out. Thinking about this is bad and dangerous. She needs to let it go.

She doesn’t. It’s not hope, it’s just daydreaming. Daydreaming is also essential to being okay here. As long as it’s just hypothetical, it’s fine. Master can’t read minds. It’s fine.

Bunny has calmed down. If he wasn’t asleep before, he is now. The commotion didn’t wake Kitty up. Whatever Jane gave them has them knocked out cold. She’d worry they were dead if she couldn’t watch the slow rise and fall of their chest as they breathe.

Puppy continues to pet Bunny’s hair and starts daydreaming about the hypothetical life of crime she might lead if her writing didn’t earn them enough money.

~~

You’ve gotten back into your exercise routine.

It hurts deeply to be doing it without Diya. Eir absence is obvious every step of the way. Ey should’ve been here, counting push-ups with you, going for runs with you, and talking aimlessly the whole time. You feel eir absence as if it’s a missing limb. Ey should be here. Ey’s always been here. You need em here. But they’re not here.

On your runs, you pick out rocks and twigs and leaves that you could use for spells. Mostly you look out for materials for healing spells and spells that might hurt Jane.

You haven’t built up the courage to try and hurt Jane again after your last trip to the basement, but you’re sure you’re going to eventually. You’ll try every single offensive spell if you have to, and if that doesn’t work, you’ll figure out how to make new spells. That’s what Barron said its job was, right? So it’s possible.

If Jane’s noticed your little collection of materials, she hasn’t said anything. You should probably cast one of the healing spells on some of the food soon, in case Jane decides to take the materials away.

She hasn’t stopped you from going on runs. You both know that you’re not going to try and escape again, as long as Jane is alive.

She won’t be for long. You’ll make sure of that if it’s the last thing you do.

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