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ramp-it-up · 4 years ago

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Fresh Squeeze, Chapter 7

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Lots of pics, Cursing, Angsty Angst, Mention of Death, Lots of Plot, Anthony Ramos, Afro Samurai, Clothes altering, SMUT: Fingering, Thumb sucking, Fluff. 18+.

Word Count: 6.6 K

Plot: Linden Marshall just finished law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal and nursing his broken heart post pandemic.

Linden’s boyfriend WAS Mark Monaco, movie star. They were together for years, and her trauma and his addictions were chaotic. She knows now that wasn’t love.

Read the Previous Chapter.

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Thursday night/Friday, May 6-7, 2023

After Daveed heard what you said, he stood stock still, trying to decide whether or not to go back into your room. He clenched his fists and concentrated intensely to not break the fucking door down. All he needed was for you to call his name…

You stood in the middle of your room, naked except for the towel. You closed your eyes and prayed for strength to not go running after him. You had to stay in control.

But if you saw him turn your door handle, you would fuck him right there on the floor of your room.

After a few minutes, you both turned around and went about your business, Daveed to his room and you to the shower. You thought of Daveed in the shower and fell into bed still thinking of him.

What did you want for your birthday, if not Daveed?

Daveed, alone in his bed, thought of all the feelings involved. He knew you were fragile, but it seemed you were relaxing a bit, deciding to trust him if just a little.

He resolved to give a little bit of chase. You just needed to feel safe and accepted.

You dreamt of each other so deeply that all that was left when you woke up was a wisp of a memory.

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Daveed did not sleep long. Even though it was after 4 o’clock when he went to sleep, he was up by 10, hard on raging under the sheets.

He’d be damned if he jerked off, but he remembered your voice through the door of the room last night, and he had to strip the sheets away, as he was making a mess at the thought of you.

He decided to go for a run on the beach. He pulled on some basketball shorts and decided to go shirtless, as the temperature outside was already 80 degrees.

Daveed ran with his music blasting in his ears. He played out song lyrics and lined up preparation for upcoming roles. Before he knew it, he was three miles down the beach from the house.

He turned around as the tropical heat and the sun was getting to be a bit much. He went back in and went to his room to shower and put some clothes on. You didn’t know the sight you were missing.

When you woke up at Noon, you pulled on Mark's t-shirt and basketball shorts and made your way to the kitchen which had floor to ceiling windows and glass doors facing the ocean. It was breathtaking. The doors were open and the ocean breeze felt amazing.

"Good morning, Sunshine!"

You turned to see Daveed at the stove, greeting you and smiling.

He was wearing an orange Oakland tank top and some pajama pants slung low on his hips. You smiled at his hair, which was tied up in two curly puffs at the front, with the back down in his wild curls.

Even though it was an odd hairstyle for a grown man, you knew the curl life. And it did not take away from his masculinity.

Not. At. All.

Besides, his curly puffs gave you a place to focus rather than on his well-muscled arms.

Daveed’s hair reminded of when your mom did your hair only to have Dell try to pull your pony tails out as soon as she dismissed you from the kitchen chair.

Ya’ll would get into so much trouble for fighting yet again. The thought gave you a warm feeling at the memory as you smiled wider and patted your own pineappled hair.

‘Damn, her smile is a killer,’ Daveed thought as he watched you look around the kitchen for other signs of life. Now he was glad that he couldn’t sleep, and that he decided to be productive.

He would have the chance to talk to you. As friends. Yeah. He nodded to himself, trying to emphasize that last thought. Friends.

Fuck. He was in serious trouble.

Noticing that you and he were the only two humans in the kitchen and sniffing the air for the delicious smell that was wafting over from the stove, you finally greeted Daveed.

"Good morning, D. Looks like everyone else is still knocked the fuck out.”

Your other four friends were nowhere to be found.

You laughed, yawned and stretched. Daveed turned back to the stove, cursing to himself. You were so damn fine.

“Calm the fuck down boy,” he whispered.

“What’s that?”

You ventured over to see Diggs making French toast and bacon. Your stomach rumbled.

"I said sit down. Sounds like you’re hungry, haha. We gotta feed you. Grab some fruit over there and I'll serve you right up."

You grabbed something and sat down at the bar facing the windows. When Diggs turned to offer you some fresh oj, you didn't notice him watching you eat your banana.

Your lips were a problem for him. When you looked away from the ocean, Daveed turned back to the stove and looked over his shoulder to smile at you.

His smile made you feel some kind of way.

"Why do they call you ‘Smiley?’"

Daveed laughed, a sound that was quite nice.

“Because I started out as a clown. A professional clown.”

You tilted your head, convinced that he was fucking with you. But maybe, he and Rafa always talked about the random shit they did to make money before they made it.

When he winked and turned back to the stove to the food, you just shook your head and ate the rest of your banana, positive that Daveed was fucking with you.

Meanwhile, Diggs was trying to stop himself from thinking about fucking with you. He did not need to watch you eat a banana. He licked his lips as he thought of how your lips tasted.

You smiled at Diggs’ broad back. He seemed different this morning.

He turned to plate some food for you and smiled again, shaking his head.

“Most times it’s a nervous tick.”

You were confused. “What’s a nervous tick?”

“My smile. I'm actually a really shy person. Most times my smile is a defense mechanism.”

You were not sure about all that. Daveed had to know how he affected people.

“I’m not sure I believe that. Man. You are famous for performing in front of hundreds of people a night. You’re on tv, movies, for goodness sake! You do live rap shows with your shirt off. I ain’t boo boo the fool.”

Daveed’s laugh filled the kitchen.

“How many clipping. shows did you watch on YouTube? Or did you only watch the ones where I'm shirtless?”

His look was hungry, and surprised, like he couldn’t believe he’d said that out loud. Then he barrelled on.

“I am shy, but I get my energy from crowds. I'm an introverted extrovert. Ya feel me?"

You nodded, understanding. You noticed that he was fiddling with the spatula he had in his hand. Uncertain again. He really was awkward. It was sweet. And hot.

Diggs continued.

"When I perform, I'm probably under the influence."

Pause.

"Hold up. What?"

You flashed back to Mark. You couldn’t be around this again. Daveed caught your panicked look.

"Oh, it’s not like that, haha."

That laugh and that smile. It automatically put you at ease.

"It just takes a little. Drink; like last night at Criag’s Adrenaline; when I used to run track. Now it's performing."

Daveed watched you carefully, gauging whether or not to continue. Fuck it, he thought. He felt as comfortable with you as when he first met Rafa.

"You know what the best drug is?"

You cocked your head to the side, intrigued despite yourself. That smile. It was angelic and so opposite of what came out of his mouth next.

"Fucking. You know? When it's that good good. Or even better, that feeling when you haven't smashed, but the sexual tension is everything?"

There was suddenly little air in the room. You had to open your mouth to get oxygen. Oh. You knew the feeling alright. You gulped down your orange juice and continued eating.

"Hard-dick dopamine delivers every time."

He said it so casually. He was playing innocent, but he was going for it.

You choked on your bacon. Daveed came up beside you.

"Raise your arms above your head.”

You turned toward him, held your arms up and he helped you, his hands holding your hands up. You stopped coughing pretty quickly but you stared at each other with your small wrists in his large hands. Daveed shifted on his feet and cleared his throat.

“You good?" His voice had to be a couple of octaves lower.

You gaped for a second, mouth still open, then laughed and nodded, pulling your arms slightly to get him to release them. Daveed let go, stepped back and laughed along.

"But yeah. Back to what we were talking about...It just takes a little high, and I'm a completely different person."

You watched him as he crossed his chocolate arms.

"So what's your drug? Your motivation?"

That was something you didn't want to think about too hard. You tried to avoid his eyes. You cleared your throat and took another drink.

“You got any vodka for this orange juice?”

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“C’mon. I made you this gourmet breakfast and everything…” You could hear the smile in his voice even though you were looking down. You didn’t feel pressed, you just felt like telling D this would open up so many things to him.

"Well, I don't do hard drugs if that's what you mean. No pills, or coke. Don't need molly," you winked and filled your mouth with French toast.

"Gosh. This food is amazing!"

Daveed could barely make out the words through the food in your mouth. He shook his head.

"Thanks, but don’t play me Lindy. Is french toast your motivation?"

Diggs wasn't letting you off the hook. You thought about it. He was being very cool, and you felt safe with him. You plunged ahead.

"I think about how fragile life is. How it is not guaranteed from day to day. How it can be taken away in a moment."

You tried to push the emotions down and took a deep breath.

"I lost my twin brother when we were 17 in a car accident. I think a lot about what he didn't get to do. And that motivates me to do better with my life."

Daveed just looked down at the counter, mortified that he had pushed you to share something so personal. Then he finally looked up at you.

"That's a good reason to be motivated. I'm sorry for your loss." He looked down at his plate again. "Look, I didn't mean to press you...."

Telling Daveed about Dell just felt right, even though you really didn’t know him like that.

"Don't apologize. You didn't know. And I'm glad I told you."

Diggs looked up at her and smiled. You smiled back.

He got up and stood next to you to grab your plate. Daveed smelled like coconut. It was nice. You closed your eyes and sniffed him.

"You done?" He was laughing at you.

"What? Oh, yeah. Thanks."

"Where is the fooood?"

Craig padded in the kitchen, with a wide smile.

"There you are." You grinned at your cousin.

"Goood morningggg peopleeeee! I smell the Diggs Special. Hey. You two fuck last night?”

Rafa came in already on one this morning. Unlike his best friend, his confidence seemed to seldom waver.

He ignored your shocked looks and Craig’s laughter and went to get some food. He continued as if he just walked in and said, “Good morning.”

"Ay, D, you gonna go check out this venue in town with me?"

Daveed shook his head at his friend. But he was chilling.

"Sure, what up?"

"I figure we can turn up on stage tonight"

"Cool. Let me eat and chill a little bit before we go." He looked at his watch. "About two?"

"Dope."

Jasmine walked into the kitchen.

“Lindy needs to go shopping. We should come with. You down, Craig?”

“You know it. That reminds me, we gotta fix you up. Start destroying Daveed’s pants, since Lindy won’t do it for real.”

“Y’all gonna get enough…” you were getting swole.

“Calm down Ms. Fussy pants. Let’s go.”

Craig grabbed some shears from the kitchen and went toward Lindy’s room.

When you got to your room, Craig gave you the business.

"You are so tiresome."

“What?”

“You just need to fuck the man. We are all tired of feeling this sexual tension. It’s bothersome.”

“Leave me alone, Craig.” You watched as he worked his magic on the jeans. “What if I don’t want t…”

“Lie.”

“What if I’m not read…”

“Fuck that.”

“What if he hurts me? What if I hurt him?”

Craig put the shears down and turned toward you.

“Listen, stop over thinking and do what you feel. What you want. Turn up. It’s your birthday. Anybody can see that man is all about you.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know. But you deserve…” He didn’t say it.

“You deserve. Now put these clothes on, bitch.”

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You emerged from the room and no one paid any particular attention to you, no one but Daveed.

His eyes swept from your feet, which were housed in some of Jasmine’s high heeled sandals, to your long, brown legs which were highly moisturized and seemed to go on and get better from your juicy calves to your generous, muscular thighs.

Craig had cut and distressed some jeans that Daveed didn't particularly love to garments that he felt he could not live without.

On you.

Damn, Daveed gaped as he remembered that you probably didn’t have any underwear on.

His eyes moved up to notice how his blue Oaklandish t-shirt was huge, but the way you had it tied up let it accentuate your waist, breasts and shoulders.

‘Good God,’ he thought. As his eyes moved up to yours, he saw that you noticed his reaction and were smiling at him. He smiled back. He wanted you to wear nothing but his destroyed and altered clothing for the rest of your life.

“OKAYYYYYYY, you look cute as hell.” Jasmine admired your outfit.

“Thank you!” Craig responded.

“Yes, you did that!” Jas laughed. “And the model ain’t half bad.” Jasmine got up, took your hand and had you twirl.

“Got DAMN!”

Everyone turned and looked at Rafa as he yelled. He put his hand over his mouth. “Oh, did I say that out loud?”

Daveed was so grateful that you did not have any of your own clothes. Your ass in those distressed shorts were everything. He gulped and you and Jasmine giggled.

“Be quiet!”

Anthony shushed everybody and then gave you a double take.

“Nice, Lindy,” but then he turned back to the tv. He was used to Jasmine’s glorious ass, so he was nonplussed.

“Let’s just finish this episode before we go. It’s my favorite,” he said as Jasmine went back over to sit down with him.

Black Dynamite was on the tv while they were waiting. It was the alien episode.

Ant and Jas were curled up in a big white overstuffed chair, Craig was on the other,while Daveed and Rafa were on the couch. You sat down in between them.

You leaned your head on Rafa’s shoulder, looking at Daveed. Rafa put his arm around you, watching the show, as you put your legs up on Digg’s knees.

You didn’t see Rafa wink at Daveed, who just smiled at you and turned toward the screen. After a couple of minutes, he put his hand on your shins, looking over to see if it was okay.

Your chill smile indicated your assent. He started lightly rubbing, looking down at your caramel skin. Your legs were so soft.

Diggs peeked up at you relaxing and accepting his touch, and snuggling into Rafa’s embrace. The way you were looking at him was everything, even if you were in Rafa’s arms.

Rafa was his boy. And he knew what you wanted. As for Daveed and you, you two were watching each other and not the screen.

Daveed decided to move his hand up your leg, but a flash went off and he stopped. He hadn’t noticed that the show was over and that Craig was taking pictures.

"This is so cute! Family love!"

He was cheesing as he snapped a wide-angle selfie and some pics. Jasmine came and sat on your lap, the couch becoming a crazy twister game.

Anthony came behind the couch and snuck in the pics with the crazy eyes flipped a double bird behind Rafa’s head. You were all being so silly.

"What is this, a orgy?” Rafa with the jokes.

“Not that I’m saying there’s anything wrong with that.” That devilish smile. Everybody laughed.

“Y’all are some beautiful people, but ain’t nobody got time for that. Let's go."

Anthony seemed hype. He slapped his hands together and then rubbed them.

“Okay, we have a choice, since we are going into town we can drive….” he looked around at everyone. “OR, we can go over in my new boat!”

Everyone sensed that there wasn’t really a choice, so they all said, “Boat!” and laughed.

Anthony’s grin was wide as fuck. Jasmine harshed the flow.

“The only thing is, it only has four seats…” Everyone looked around and counted six people. Ant spoke up.

“I’ll be piloting, so I will stand, but it takes about 20-30 minutes, soooooooo…..”

“Sooooooo, Lindy… would you mind sitting on D’s lap? We need to get creative.”

Her eyes sparkled as she smirked.

“Would that be okay with you Diggs?”

Rafa coughed “Setup” into his hand.

You looked at Jasmine and Anthony and Daveed, who was looking at you expectantly. You were in agreement with Rafa, but you weren’t mad. It seemed that everyone was looking at you.

“Sure…” said Daveed whose eyes were fixed on you. “Is that okay with you, Lindy?”

You smiled and nodded your head. “I’m cool with it.” Daveed smiled wide, eyes crinkling with happiness.

Jasmine and Anthony led you all out onto the back deck, where you and Jas took off your heels, and down to the beach, a little ways away to the boat dock. You and Daveed brought up the rear of the little ensemble.

You were watching the waves and the beautiful surroundings, trying not to focus on the awkwardness.

Daveed was watching you.

“You good Lindy?”

Daveed’s voice broke your reverie.

“Yeah.”

You two stopped and looked at each other. Your head was tilted back, looking into D’s eyes. He smiled down at you and you felt warm. Must have been the sun.

“Heyyyy youuu guuuysss!”

Daveed nodded his head toward the boat.

“Leggo.”

You smiled and followed him. Ant was at the helm, Jasmine and Rafa were at the front, and Craig was in the second row.

Daveed stepped on the boat and turned around offering you his hand. You flashed back to that January night.

You swallowed, smiled and tried to board. And immediately fell when you misjudged the deck while stepping on the boat.

Daveed helped you up, chuckling, while Craig howled and Rafa shook his head. Jasmine just stared, open mouthed, said “That’s not funny,” then burst out laughing.

Anthony was busy getting the boat ready but had a grin on his face.

“Fuck all y’all!”

“No, not all of us, just D…”

“Shut the fuck up Craig.” You gave him the gas face and then turned and smiled at Daveed.

Daveed was seated and spread his arms out so you could sit down. Anthony started the engine, so you got settled in on his lap as carefully as you could.

“You okay?” you asked him softly, turning on his lap and feeling the muscles in his thighs. And maybe something else.

You tried to adjust your shorts to cover your core adequately, because like this, he would easily be able to ascertain your situation.

Daveed looked into your eyes and whispered, “I’m perfect.”

You agreed silently as you stared back into his big browns.

You were thrown against Daveed’s chest as the boat gained speed. You were able to feel his abs through his t-shirt and your rear shifted and came into contact with his crotch.

‘This is going to be a fun ride,’ you thought, smiling to yourself.

Daveed put his arms around you, one at your waist and one on your legs, to try and hold you steady. The movement of the boat allowed him to feel you, just as he wanted.

He turned his head and looked at the water, concentrating on keeping his hands in neutral locations.

Jas looked over at you. “You okay?” she mouthed.

You smiled and nodded, giggling a little.

D turned his head back quickly to look at your face. You looked at him and winked. He smiled and unknowingly started stroking your leg.

You stopped laughing and all of your attention turned to his hand on your leg. You adjusted yourself in Daveed’s lap. You were getting a little moist and could feel his cock becoming hard.

Your lips parted and you started breathing a little faster.

The feel of you on his lap was what was up. There was a definite heat from your core. Daveed happened to look down at his t- shirt on you and saw that your nipples were hard.

All he wanted was for them to be in his mouth and to be enveloped in your heat.

Daveed turned his head to look at everyone else to see if they noticed you two, and his lips brushed your shoulder. He heard your sharp intake of breath.

Geez, he felt like he could take you on the boat in front of everyone. By the way your body was reacting, he thought that you would let him.

He finally noticed he was stroking your leg and stopped himself. He sat up straighter and tried to get control.

You closed your eyes and moaned a little when Daveed pulled away. All you wanted at that moment was him inside you. When you opened your eyes, Daveed was looking at you.

“You sure you’re comfortable? I could sit on the boat deck if you want.”

“No!” you said a little too loudly. Craig smirked at you.

You blushed, then relaxed again in D’s arms. How could a moment be so awkward, yet so perfect?.

After about 20 minutes, the view of the pretty little town of Isabela became clear. It looked like a neat spot to spend the day, but you were sad that the boat ride was over.

As the boat came to a stop and tied off at the dock, you and Daveed let everyone get off before them, then D climbed out, turned around and held out his hand for you.

You took it and stepped out onto the dock. You didn’t let go and Daveed didn’t either. No one said anything, just exchanged glances as you and Daveed concentrated on being casual with it.

Truth be told, each of your hearts were pounding in your chest.

This is another world. You could be free and do what you wanted to do. And what you wanted to do was to hold Daveed’s hand.

Daveed’s chest was puffed out, proud that you decided to show affection. In front of the crew.

This was a big step but he tried not to make it a big deal.

You strolled together and admired the architecture, holding his hand until you walked to the shopping center on Barbosa Street.

They were going to check out a venue to do a show later in the weekend. Daveed didn’t want to let you go.

Rafa and Ant just walked on and let Daveed handle his business.

“Go to work.”

You smiling at him was everything, as Daveed played with your hand, moving it up to lace his fingers in yours and press your palm upright.

Jas and Craig went into the store.

“It’s not work. Having fun creating with friends…”

Daveed really wanted to create fun with you. He felt like he should kiss you goodbye, but he didn’t want to push it.

“Bye Daveed. See you in a few.”

You laughed, cause it was like he was going off to war. This was too much.

“Bye Linden…”

He finally let your hand go and then backed up the street in the direction that his bros went, not wanting to let you out of his sight.

When you disappeared into the store, he turned and ran to catch up.

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Rafa and Anthony were talking to the club owner in Spanish, Daveed following along, but not very well. He thought they were talking about lighting and sound, but couldn’t get the entire conversation.

“Tienes tu propio gaffer o tenemos que hacer nuestra propia iluminación?”

“Nosotros tenemos un capataz, pero él cobra una tarifa separada.”

Daveed zoned out and planned how he was going to get closer to you.

Rafa turned to him and said something, and Daveed nodded.

“Oh, absolutely.”

He had not one clue what was happening in this club right now. His mind was on you. Rafa and Ant looked at each other.

“So, when they bring up the pigs in tutus, we cut one open and smear the blood all over you…”

Anthony wanted to see if Daveed was paying attention.

Daveed smiled. “Sounds dope.”

Rafa and Ant shook their heads at him.

“Listen dude, your head is not in the game right now. You need to get right.”

They didn't have to tell him twice.

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You were going to town. Craig and Jasmine had abandoned you and were already down at Pinkheart and Loft. You were not moving from H & M.

You didn’t mind being alone in the store, as you minored in shopping in undergrad. You were in the zone. And zoned out from what was happening with Daveed. You needed some headspace.

Your hands were full of clothes and your heart was feeling light as you headed toward the dressing room.

You could barely see over your pile when the cute top you just recently grabbed off a clearance rack fell on the floor as you rushed ahead. You walked past it before you realized, then went back to try and pick it up.

You jumped as soon as you turned around.

Daveed was standing there with your top in his hand.

"Drop something?" That smile was everything.

You stared at him wide-eyed.

‘Fuck. Me.’ Daveed thought.

"Here, let me take your pile, I'll help you to the register."

You smiled at him again. He'd do anything to see that smile forever.

"Oh, ok. Thanks."

You handed over the clothes to reveal a handful of sandals underneath which you kept. Daveed slowed himself to appreciate you fully.

“I really like that shirt on you.” Daveed bit his lip. “And those shorts..”

You saw him checking you out and you watched him, your eyes fixed on his lips.

You recalled the talk about what mouths could do from months ago but were thinking about his succulent lips. And you couldn’t stop.

You needed to remain in control.

"I'm not going to the register, I'm going to try these on. You can drop them at the fitting room."

Daveed looked around to tear his eyes away from you. He caught you checking him out when he swung his eyes back around. His stomach flipped a little.

He smiled.

"Well."

You were at the fitting room, the attendant eyeing Daveed as he gave you a number and pointed you to a stall.

You took the 10 garments you were allowed and started to go into to your fitting room, looking back at him over your shoulder. You disappeared into the room.

Daveed just stood there.

He made a decision.

You stood there for a minute, shook, before you thought you had yourself together. You were about to take off his shirt when Daveed opened the door at came in.

The look on your face was everything. The wide eyes, that mouth in an "O." So damn fuckable.

"The guy out there said I could bring you the rest of your clothes."

That was true, after Daveed paid him 20 dollars.

He got close to you, reached behind you and put the clothes on the hook.

You could smell him. He smelled like the coconut and his cologne, and your dreams. You closed your eyes.

Daveed wanted your lips. He wanted to own them, to command them, to hear them command him.

You opened your eyes and he backed up. He tried to contain himself despite your proximity.

“Look. Daveed. That night. The launch party. I was wasted. I usually don’t lose control like that… I don’t want you to think that’s really me.”

You were keyed up and stressed because you were losing control. He could tell.

God, he wanted to put his hands on you. In a good way. You’d calm down then.

He knew you had baggage. And that he should probably stay away. But he didn't want to. Hell, he had matching luggage.

"Well, I think it is you. I have a theory that people are more their real selves when they are drunk or high. Inhibitions are gone. They get to act out like they want to. Do what they want to."

Daveed looked into your eyes.

"What do you want to do, Lindy?"

You wanted to do a lot of things. To Daveed. In this fitting room. You almost gave it all up for him right there.

Then you got mad. At Daveed or your feelings, you didn’t know.

"That's just it, adults don't get to do what they want to do all the time. It's called adulting, you know. Responsibilities...?"

You fired back at him.

He opened his mouth and spoke. To himself as well as you.

"Chill."

He said it gently, not raising his voice at all, but the force behind it made you shut the fuck up.

Your knees were weak and the small of your back was acting up again. Your body was reacting without your permission. You shivered.

Daveed could tell you were reacting to him physically. But he wanted inside your mind, not just your body. He was going to give you some space.

He backed toward the door of the fitting room. Leaning against it, his long body in jeans and t-shirt delectable.

“What do you want, Linden?”

His voice was deeper, more commanding now. You swallowed. You were exhausted from fighting it. Maybe you could have a taste.

“I-I want a kiss. Just a kiss.”

Daveed felt triumphant. He smiled and looked down at his shoes, then back up at you.

“Come get it.”

He was going to let you make the first move.

You bit your lip through a smile. You walked the five steps toward him in slow motion it seemed, as you raised up on your tiptoes to reach up and peck his lips, your hands behind your back.

Your lips met his pillowy goodness and you leaned back to look into his eyes.

Then, you put your hands on his shirt, tracing his abs all the way up and going back in for more, Daveed’s tongue prodding it’s way between your lips, and your tongue dancing with his.

You moaned as Daveed put his hand on your hips and then slid them up the sides of his shirt, skimming your breasts, and resting under your arms as you two went for it.

He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he backed you into the wall.

He palmed your ass in the shorts, his long fingers reaching inside the distressed rips and squeezing your ass. He spread you apart and squeezed you closed, so that his fingers barely grazed your core and drove you crazy.

When you reached up and pulled his hair, that’s when he stopped kissing you, leaned his head against your forehead and breathed, “Fuck, Lindy. You don’t know what you do to me.”

You just looked at him and craned your neck for another kiss which he couldn’t deny, but then he stopped and let you down.

“What do you want Daveed?”

Daveed put his hand on the wall above your head. You looked up at it and at him and he had to remember to breathe.

“Fuck it. Linden, I want you. You know that.”

You raised your eyebrow and smiled up at him, then bit your lip, playful. Daveed’s throat became dry.

“And I think that I know that you want me too. But I know it’s hard.”

Your eyes swept down his torso to his pants, and damn, well…if it wasn’t hard right now.

He cleared his throat. “It’s hard for YOU.” You smiled wide.

He rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean. It’s hard for you to be vulnerable, but Linden, I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

The way he looked in your eyes. You couldn’t go there with him, but the physical was okay for now. You decided to indulge yourself. It was almost your birthday.

“What if I want you... to hurt me?”

The innocent look in your eyes masked the devilish intent in your words. Daveed, stomach flipped again and he screwed his eyes shut. He masked a whimper and opened his eyes again.

“Huh. Don’t play with me Linden.” The menacing tone of his voice was making you wet.

“But what if I want to play with you, Daveed?”

You reached for his belt buckle; Daveed stopped you, grabbed your hand and put it above your head against the wall, his arms now caging you in.

You raised your chin, meeting his glare with yours. His eyes were fucking you so rough right now. You had to open your mouth to breathe, your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip.

Daveed was looking as if he was going to devour you.. That mouth. He wanted to take it, but he restrained himself. He had to know.

“Tell me. What. You. Want.”

You held his stare, the air around you crackling with energy.

“I want you Daveed.”

His smile was wide. Then he bent down, grabbed your thighs in his hand, picked you up and carried you to the mirror and pressing you against it, running his hands back down your body to your ass, cupping and grabbing it to memorize how it felt.

“We are NOT about to do this in the fitting room at H & M. But somebody is going to cum. Right now.”

You kissed him as he ran his hands under your shirt to your nipples, pinching and rolling them in between his fingers as he kissed you again.

You started whimpering in your throat as you let him make you wet.

“God, Daveed.”

You kissed him again, but he did not stop what he was doing to your breasts.

“What?” Daveed asked when you came up for air. “You wet?’

“Fuck yes.”

You moaned as you threw your head back and huffed.

Daveed pulled his shirt up off your waist and exposed your breasts.

“So fucking beautiful.”

His mouth watered at the sight. Daveed licked his lips and leaned toward those beauties.

“Can I?” Daveed paused.

“Please!” You whispered.

He leaned down. His mouth got so close that you could feel his hot breath. Then he paused again.

“Please what?”

At first you could not think of what he was talking about. Then you got it.

“Please. Sir.”

Your eyes sparkled under your lashes as you looked down. His dick got even harder.

“Such a Good Girl for me Linden. Fuck.”

Damn, he had the key to your pussy.

Your wetness was leaking down your thigh, now reaching the tips of Daveed’s fingers.

Daveed proceeded to alternate his attention to each breast. Delicately at first, he kissed your nipples, then suckled them gently, then harder, more insistently, until his mouth was pulling at them rhythmically and firmly, to the point of almost hurting you.

You were groaning pretty loudly and Daveed released a nipple from his tightly clamped lips with an almost painful pop.

“Suck this,” he said, and put his thumb in your mouth, pushing your head back into the mirror.

While still suckling you, he then moved his other hand down your body to your crotch and stuck his hand into the jean shorts, his long fingers grazing your folds, feeling a small patch of hair and your oh so slick lower lips.

He looked up at you and how you were enthusiastically sucking his thumb, fellating it like it could cum down your throat. That sight and feeling, combined with how you felt at your core, was fucking him up.

“Damn, Lindy? All this. For me? You sure?”

You nodded vigorously, his thumb deep in your mouth as he kept you pressed to the mirror. He found your clit and started rubbing, while inserting a finger into you.

You were so fucking tight, it was a stretch to fit two in, but you were humming with pleasure now, your eyes rolling back in your head.

You nodded again, and as he pried your mouth open, your sounds became louder before he put his mouth on yours and kissed you, muffling your moans as his thumb and fingers worked in concert to bring you close to the edge.

You tried to reach for his belt buckle again and he moved out of the way.

“Unh unh, it’s not about me right now.”

Daveed grunted. He spun you around and had you face the mirror, his hand in your mouth and your pants, and his cock pressed into your ass.

It was big and your eyes matched it. You two stared at each other.

“Look at us. Don’t we look good together? This should be a thing.”

You watched what he was doing to you and it did look hot as fuck.

He pressed deeper into you through your pants. He could feel you quiver on his fingers.

“You want it Lindy?”

Daveed could feel your clit harden and vibrate like a guitar string.

“Maybe later, but you could cum… not now…”

You whimpered around his thumb, but he sped up.

“Not now…”

You were almost crying now. Daveed was smiling, his teeth bared against the shell of your ear, whispering his commands to you.

“NNNNot now….”

Your legs were shaking from holding it.

“Good girl. Now cum.”

Daveed spoke into your ear and you exploded from the inside out. It had been months since anyone else made you cum.

He reached down and grabbed you under your knees and sat down with you on the fitting room bench. You were draped around him like a vine, exhausted.

D held you for a few, taking care of you and waiting for his hard on to go down. You clung to him, eyes closed, trying not to panic. This was good. You wanted this. And you told him so.

“Me too, Lindy.”

He helped you stand and stood himself, standing behind you and watching you straighten yourself out in the mirror. He pulled you back against him, wrapping his arms around your front and putting his chin next to your forehead.

“I meant what I said, Linden. We look good together. Let this be a thing.”

You just smiled at him as you thought about the weekend to come.

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imadeletingmysocials · 5 years ago

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Things cheaper at Dollartree (after much research)

This is a big list I made for myself and anyone else who wants to know what is legit cheaper at the dollar tree and not just 1 dollar for the sake of there, some things might surprise you what is cheaper and even better at a dollar tree. I try to also pick the healthiest options and compare them to prices in places such as Walmart or a large stock place like BJs. I have also used fooducate.com to see which ones are more healthy, of course with things such as chips and snacks though don’t consider them to be healthy but in those cases I opt for the off-brand ones that taste better than the brand ones. Note: This is USA based.

Food:

Drinks:

Azul Coconut Juice, 16.5 oz. (cheapest and healthiest coconut water out there)

Gatorade Fruit Punch Thirst Quencher, 24 oz.

Stacker 2 B-12 Vitamin Shots is also cheaper.

Rockstar Pure Zero Silver Ice Energy Drinks (energy drinks are bad for you but it’s like 30 cents cheaper here than in walmart)

LaCroix Lime Flavored Sparkling Water 1 litter

(don’t even bother with any or all of the cheap soda it’s the worst, please drink water if anything else, all of the good soda is cheaper somewhere else also)

Snacks:

Cheez-It Original Baked Snack Crackers, 4.5 oz is cheaper at Dollartree.

Nabisco Cheese Nips Baked Snack Crackers, 7 oz is cheaper at Dollartree.

Nabisco Ritz Bits Cheese and Cracker Sandwiches, 3-oz. is SORTA cheaper at dollartree.

Island Choice Dry-Roasted Peanuts, 7.5 oz. (shelled nuts cheaper everywhere else of course in bulk)

Island Choice Honey-Roasted Dry-Roasted Peanuts, 7.5 oz

Pennysticks Mini Pretzels, 12 oz (pretzels the same, these cheaper)

Tropical Chips Plantains, 3-oz (30 cents cheaper)

Barcel Takis Fuego Flavored Churritos Stix, 4 oz (apparently, 9oz is 2,50 so 3 would be 12oz and 3 dollars, it would be kinda cheaper?)

Pringles Grab & Go Barbecue Chips, 2.5 oz (buying in bulk anywhere else is cheaper though, however, this single container costs 1,25 everywhere else)

Brim's Fried Barbecue Pork Rinds, 2.635 oz

Carolina Country Snacks Salt & Vinegar Pork Rinds. 2.75 oz

Sheila G's Chocolate Chip Brownie Brittle, 2 oz

Barcel Takis Crunchy Fajitas Tortilla Chips, 3.2 oz

T.G.I. Friday’s Jalapeno Cheddar Potato Skins Snack Chips, 4.5 oz

Snack Factory Original Pretzel Crisps, 3-oz (50 cents cheaper!)

PopCorners Kettle Flavor Popped Corn Chips, 3 oz. (better in bulk also)

Good Health Veggie Chips with Sea Salt, 2.75-oz (better in bulk also)

Stacy's Parmesan Garlic & Herb Flavored Pita Chips, 3 oz (better in bulk also)

Rudolph's OnYums Onion-Flavored Ring Chips, 3 oz (it’s off brand Funyuns but it’s actually BETTER and cheaper depending on where you buy them because they’re often sold more expensively at gas stations than Funyuns, fun fact)

Island Choice Banana Chips, 6 oz. Bags

Island Choice Sweet and Spicy Trail Mix, 5 oz (healthy!)

Breakfast Blueberry Biscuits, 7.93 oz.

Harvest Hill Quick Oats, 16 oz. Canisters (Top choice too)

Canned and Pickled

Pampa Tropical Mango Slices in Light Syrup, 15 oz. Cans

Bell's Pitted Olives, 6 oz

Green Giant Sliced Carrots, 14.5 oz (but mostly because I cannot find them anywhere else, all other Green Giant stuff is sold cheaper in bulk though)

Margaret Holmes Finely Chopped Spinach, 27 oz (TOP CHOICE)

Crider Premium Chunk White Turkey 5oz

Libby"s Sliced Pineapple, 20 oz (surprisingly!)

Margaret Holmes Seasoned Field Peas and Snaps, 15 oz

Cans of Pampa(R) Peach Slices, 15.25oz

Pampa Mushroom Pieces & Stems, 10 oz

Pampa Extra-Long Asparagus Spears, 12-oz (by the way Pampa is a really good healthy brand which is cheaper so these alternatives are great)

Libby's Premium Mandarin Oranges, 15 oz

Breckenridge Farms Pickled Jalapeno Slices, 12.5 oz (however Old El Paso Jalapeno Slices, Pickled 12.5oz is 1 dollar more expensive in other places and considered more healthy)

Van Camp's Chunk White Albacore Tuna 5oz (keep in mind this is the only canned tuna that is cheaper at dollartree, Albacore is very healthy and usually more expensive than Tuna, but dollartree sells white albacore in water on the same price as light tuna, this is a very good tuna brand as well)

Mc. Trader Tender Green Asparagus Spears, 10.5 oz

Pampa Smoked Oysters in Oil

Healthy Choice Chicken Noodle Soup, 15-oz

Beach Cliff Sardines in Mustard Sauce, 3.75 (top choice)

Beach Cliff Sardines in Water, 3.75 oz (top choice)

French Onion Dip, 8.5 oz (all onion’s dips the same as well)

Condiments and Spicing

Goya Sazon Seasoning, 8-Packet Boxes

Deli Market Yellow Mustard 20oz (not only is this the best healthiest mustard, but it’s cheaper if you buy it like this than any other mustard in stock size, I wish I had known of this before already stocking up buy buying a 2 pack of 20oz mustard at BJs which is enough to last a year for me)

Louisiana Supreme Hot Sauce 12oz (top choice too)

Kendale Farm Beef Broth, 32 oz (top choice, cheaper than most 32oz broths)

Heinz 57 Sauce, 5 oz. (1,50 cheaper than Walmart)

Hunts Tomato Ketchup, 20 oz (all ketchup is the same)

Deli Market Deli Spicy Brown Mustard (top choice)

Riverton Orchards Lemon Juice, 32-oz (lemon juice the same)

Kraft Bullseye Everyday Original Barbecue Sauce, 17.5-oz (80 cents cheaper than the same product in Target)

A.1. Thick & Hearty Steak Sauce, 5 oz. (SURPRISINGLY, not even in bulk is it as cheap as this? Weird, 5oz is 1 dollar right? 30oz for A1 is usually 8 dollars in stock supermarkets, but 5 times 8 would be 40oz! This is... Interesting. Especially considering it’s a well known brand as well, I wonder who is their dealer or are they just selling it cheap out of donation?)

Healthy Chef Canola Non-Stick Cooking Spray (this one’s pretty wild too, it only is sold at dollartree and is considered the healthiest cooking spray in the entirety of America according to fooducate)

Candy

Gonna go on a safe bet here and say that everything can be found for less and in greater quantity anywhere else. Hairbo Twin Snake is the same price at Walmart though. Most candies are sold 40% cheaper at bulk supermarkets though.

Office & School Supplies

You can probably find all of these at an Ebay auction, but it’s more accessible here.

Crayola Washable Glue Sticks, 2-ct. Packs (1.50 cheaper than walmart)

Duck Tape is cheap as hell

All-Purpose Krazy Glue, .052-oz. Tubes

Other stuff:

Laundry stuff, I’d recommend Ajax 40oz or Fab. Those are AMAZING brands and known as top quality in Australia. And it is insane how cheap this is, they must import it??

Scott Toilet Paper: Oh my god HOW IS 4 TOILET PAPERS THIS CHEAP HERE AT THE DOLLAR TREE???? TP is literally more expensive everywhere else.

Kitchen appliances, a glass salt shaker is like 5 dollars at Walmart but it’s 1 dollar at dollartree. All of the Betty Crocker kitchen appliances like spatulas are only a dollar too and so good. (They are 3 DOLLARS cheaper at dollar tree). IT IS INSANE HOW CHEAP this shit is here, like the can opener they sell for 1 dollar is 6 or 5 dollars everywhere else.

Fisher-Price Smart Care Aloe Vera and Chamomile Baby Wipes, 80-ct. Packs

All Arm & Hammer stuff including the Arm & Hammer Ultra Max 3-in-1 Fresh Scented Body Wash, Shampoo, and Conditioner, 12 oz are good choices. Deodorant too is good. All Arm and hammer stuff here is cheaper than on Walmart and a great brand.

Hand soap might be found for 97 cents at Walmart but it’s a small difference.

Not Cheaper, Best bought at a bulk store:

Peanut Butter Filled Pretzels

snack bars.

V8 Vegetable Juice

Potato Stix

Cereal

Canned Soup

Canned Tuna

Badia Original Complete Seasoning (this took a while to calculate but yes it’s cheaper to buy in bulk, dollartree has 2,5oz for 1 dollar, usually a 2 pack of 12oz each is 13 dollars. if you do like 2.5 times 2.5oz, it’s like 32oz which is more than 24oz for 13 dollars, but you can find 1.75 lbs. of this for 8 dollars)

Iodized Salt (get it at Great value honestly)

Dill Pickles in general, but Vlasic Kosher Dill Pickles is the healthiest choice

Cambell canned soups

Goya canned beans

Sunny Sea Sardines in Tomato Sauce, 7.5-oz

Here’s hoping me publishing this doesn’t crash the market or anything but seriously, you can live healthily and frugally like this. I literally survive like this easily, I just spend like 60 dollars a month max with supplies.

#dollartree #frugal #money tips

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everywhereallofthetime · 3 years ago

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Some Girl ... Part 6

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None, really. A few cuss words?

// * // * //

Sunday / July 18th

The next morning, after Sebastian nursed, Elisa took him, telling Charlotte to go back to sleep for a while. When Charlotte woke again, a couple of hours later, she crawled into the shower, replaying in her mind and in her heart everything that had happened the day before.

She wondered if- when, she corrected, Shawn would call.

As she was walking downstairs, she heard it before she saw it. In Wonder. Elisa, with Sebastian on her lap, Jack, and Mason were all parked in front of the television watching Shawn’s documentary.

“Do you have something you want to tell me?” Mason asked between mouthfuls of cereal.

Charlotte plopped down beside him on the couch, almost making him spill his bowl. “Peter’s name is actually Shawn?”

She looked over at Elisa, who handed Sebastian to her. Elisa then shrugged her shoulders and stated, “You said you both wanted everyone to know the truth. And sooner is better than later, right? Especially if you plan to bring him around more often.”

“My mind is a little blown here, Charlie,” Mason said. “Why didn’t you just say, ‘hey everyone, this is my boyfriend, Shawn’?” he asked, slightly perplexed.

“Because he’s not my boyfriend!” she exclaimed.

“I told you,” Elisa said, dryly.

“We’re just friends, no matter how you may have perceived things.”

Mason chose to keep certain further thoughts to himself, at least for the time being, and asked again, “All right then, why didn’t you just introduce him as a friend of yours? I guess I can understand why you introduced him as Peter, but why Bash’s dad? Shit. He’s not actually Bash’s dad, is he??”

“No,” she chuckled. “He is most definitely not Bash’s dad.” She then sighed softly. “You’ve been watching the documentary. It looks like you’ve passed the heavily centric Camila part. They broke up less than four months ago. Yesterday was a bad day. All he wanted was to forget for a little while and be around people who didn't know him so he could try to feel normal again. I didn’t actually mean to introduce him as Bash’s dad. That was just...an accident.”

“Or wishful thinking.”

“Shut up, Mason,” she grumbled, feeling her cheeks grow hot. She shot a glance at Elisa. “I’m fine.” She needed everyone to stop thinking she was in love with Shawn.

“You’re very quiet, Uncle Jack,” she said then.

“I already told him everything,” Elisa said.

That didn’t surprise her. As far as she was aware, Elisa and Jack had never kept secrets from one another. “I’m sorry I lied you,” she said to her uncle. She then glanced at Mason again. “All of you.”

Jack smiled softly and reached over to pat her knee. “You’re forgiven, Sweetheart, don’t worry about it. I understand. Just maybe don’t lie to us again?”

“I promise. For what it’s worth, aside from introducing him as Peter, which is actually his middle name, and pretending he was Bash’s dad, Shawn was his honest self. He truly is that lovely and kind. He has an amazing heart.”

“You let him know he’s welcome here anytime,” Jack said, and Elisa nodded in agreement.

Mason laughed. “I can't believe Shawn Mendes was in our fucking house!”

“Yes, and he enjoyed dinner with us. He spent time with our family. He let his guard down and he laughed with us.” There was an edge creeping into her voice. “He pretty much put Bash to bed. You lent him your shorts after he swam with us. You played darts and poker with him. You got drunk with him and he even helped your ass to bed!” Charlotte was agitated, causing Sebastian to get upset, too. She calmed her voice and hugged her son to her, soothing his back. “He's just Shawn,” she whispered, standing with Sebastian, and quickly left the room.

Mason followed after her, into the kitchen. No one had expected her to have a mini meltdown. Even she was surprised at herself.

"I'm sorry, Char. You're right.” He quickly rinsed his bowl and spoon and put them in the dishwasher. He turned and leaned up against it and the countertop. When Charlotte actually looked at him again, he said, “I shouldn't let who he is change anything from last night."

“You just proved why he was too nervous to tell you the truth, as badly as he wanted to. He was feeling awful about lying to everyone.”

“You like him a lot, eh?”

“Don't you start too,” she groaned, giving Sebastian over to Mason so she could fix herself something to eat.

Mason gently tossed Sebastian into the air and then blew raspberries into his neck. “I know, I know. You’re just friends. But you kissed him, and he kissed you back. And you guys were like, really close almost all night.”

“I swear, this is the exact conversation I had with Mom and Didi last night.”

“Are you sure-”

She cut him off quickly. “Stop.”

“But-”

“Nope.”

“Has he had his rebound yet?”

“I don’t know,” she huffed, slightly exasperated. “He doesn’t talk to me the same way as he might his guys friends. He’s too polite to tell me how many women he may have nailed after Camila broke his heart. I don’t think I’d want to know anyway.”

Charlotte sat down at the kitchen island. “I don’t plan on being a rebound either, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Mason buckled Sebastian into his Bumbo and started mixing his oatmeal. “I’m not worried. He promised me he wouldn’t hurt you. He promised he would never do anything to make me hate him.”

“What?” She paused, mid-bite of her peanut butter and banana English muffin. “When were those promises made?”

“When he helped my ass to bed,” he chuckled. “I weirdly, vividly remember that part of the night. He cares about you. He’s a good guy.”

Charlotte fell into her own thoughts while she continued eating.

“How did you even meet him?” Mason asked, drawing her attention again. He slid a spoonful of cereal into Sebastian’s mouth.

She didn't exactly answer. Instead she said, “He lives downtown, like one kilo from my place.” She would let him draw his own conclusions.

“I have to tell Josh and Dougie and Rob.”

“If Didi hasn't already told everyone...

“Please don’t make a big deal out of it. I actually would like to bring him around again. Josh, Dougie, and Rob are common fixtures around here in the summertime. There are six weeks of summer left. I need them to be cool with him.”

“They’ll be fine. It’s Val and the twins you have to worry about.”

“Ugh, I know,” she groaned.

“They’re totally going to want to hang out with you now," he smirked.

// * // * //

Charlotte lingered in the archway between the kitchen and family room, Sebastian on her hip, Mason at her side for support.

Elisa paused the documentary; Charlotte noticed they had almost finished it.

“Shawn’s concert on Netflix is from his sold out show at the Rogers Centre two years ago. You might like to watch that sometime. I was there, with Val and the twins actually, - it was probably the last time we did anything together.

“Anyway...

“Bash just finished his cereal. I’m going to nurse him a little and see if he’ll go down for a nap. And I thought I’d run a load of laundry while he sleeps, before we head home.”

“Okay honey,” Elisa said.

She shifted from one foot to the other. “I also thought maybe it might be time that I tell you about Booker. Bash’s real dad.”

If they were surprised, they didn't show it. Jack just nodded.

Charlotte started towards the stairs. Mason called after her, “By the way, I threw Shawn’s shorts and boxers in your laundry.”

She blushed bright red.

“What?? I thought he was your boyfriend!”

// * // * //

Shawn strolled into the kitchen late Sunday morning, singing to himself. Nothing in particular, just a few runs like he normally did when he was warming up his voice. His younger sister, Aaliyah, almost eighteen and starting college in the fall, was sitting on top of the kitchen island, her phone in hand, texting her boyfriend.

She looked up, surprised, suddenly overwhelmed that her big brother was smiling and singing. She never imagined how much she would have missed hearing his voice until it had been absent for too long.

He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug. “Morning bub,” he murmured. He then opened the fridge and drank the orange juice right out of the carton. He grabbed a muffin and jumped up to sit beside her on the island countertop.

“You seem happy,” she said softly, grinning fiercely, tears in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away.

“I had a good night,” he grinned back and kissed her temple.

“You just disappeared yesterday; we were worried. And then you didn’t get home until well after one. Were you out with Matt?”

“I was not. I made some new friends.”

“That’s not some weird code for-”

“Bub!” he shouted. “No! Oh my God!”

“You always tell me I can say anything to you,” she laughed.

“I know, but you don’t always have to remind me how grown up you are.”

She wrapped her arm around his waist and he hugged her around the shoulders.

“I’m going to go for a run with Tarzan. I’ll be back before lunch,” he said, shoving the last of his muffin in his mouth, jumping off the counter, and slipping his AirPods into his ears. “Love you!” he called over his shoulder as he jogged off.

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Part 7

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dontshootmespence · 4 years ago

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Through It All

Part 26

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,083

Warnings: None

A/N: Fluffffff

Now she wants all the control. It feels like you and Spencer are doing twice the laundry because she wants to feed herself, but she’s a total mess. At first, the mess bothered Spencer - he likes his things neat and tidy and in the right place - but eventually he just let it go and even started joining in messy eating just for the fun of it.

Charlotte even wants to pick her own clothes and help herself get dressed, which is difficult when you’re in a rush and just need her to put her legs in the leg holes and fucking move, but you let her do as much as she can anyway. You want to foster an independent little girl who’ll ask for help when she needs it. Thankfully, today is a slow day. It’s a Saturday and your only plans are to go get her some new clothes because she’s growing out of her 18-month clothes already.

When Spencer brings her outside, you hide your laugh. She’s chosen a pair of bright blue sweatpants and an orange shirt with pink shoes and a purple hat. “Ready to go, Charlie?”

You and Spencer gulp down the rest of your morning coffees, which are now cold and grab a banana for the trip to the store. “You want one?” Spencer asks her.

“Nanner!”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs, scooping her into his arms. “Away we go!”

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In the store, Charlotte takes the lead, bringing you in all different directions. Sometimes it’s toys. Sometimes it’s bikes. Sometimes it’s food. Eventually, after saying hello to everyone she passes with a tiny little wave, you find yourselves in the clothing sections. First, she drifts toward the ‘boys’ section and grabs a shirt with Mario and Yoshi on it because ‘dino,’ before quickly grabbing a shirt with Captain America’s shield on it, probably because she recognizes the one you wear at home.

After sauntering through the boys’ section and trying (with varying degrees of success) to instill in her that she couldn’t buy everything in the store, Spencer runs with her to the girls’ section, careening the shopping cart in and out of aisles like a madman. But she’s loving it, so you just shout at them to be careful, stopping long the way to get her a new pair of sneakers and a pair of slippers that look a lot like Spencer’s that she loves to try and steal.

When you finally catch up, you see Spencer holding up two different dresses, telling her to pick one. “I figure every two things she picks up she can choose one.”

“Sounds good,” you reply. “Probably more comprehensible for a 20-month-old to choose between two things rather than ‘you can’t have everything.’”

“Exactly.”

With Spencer’s method, she makes a few choices of her own - a rainbow pastel dress, light green sweatpants, a pink sweatshirt and a sparkly green dress with Ariel on it - and then chooses between some outfits that you and Spencer pick out. You make it a game to see which one of you can put together the best outfit, best in this case meaning Charlotte picks it over the other. Spencer wins twice and you win once. Then Spencer sticks his tongue out.

“Is she the 20-month-old or are you?” You laugh.

He sing-songs that he won as he carts her out of the aisle and toward the food section for the few staples you need to pick up. Charlotte asks for Daddy to ‘race’ again, and Spencer’s more than happy to oblige, using a few empty aisles to just run the cart in circles for a few minutes while you answer your phone.

Minnie’s warm voice floats over you. “Hello, dear. How are you and Spencer doing?”

“We’re doing okay. Just taking Charlotte for some new clothes.”

“Well, I have some news for you. You’ve been chosen again.”

“Really?” Your hearts races a mile a minute as you flag Spencer down and beckon him to come over. “Who is she? How far along is she?”

Spencer’s mouth drops open, his breath hitching in his throat. You’re both afraid of getting your hopes up again, but you also can’t help the excitement. Charlotte’s too busy with a sparkly heart wand she found to care, plus you and Spencer made an agreement not to say anything until you were reasonably sure your birth mother was in this for the long haul.

“Well, she’s 19. She and her boyfriend are both in agreement on this and they both love your profile. They’re on their way to prestigious universities and they don’t think they can be great parents and great students at the same time. You and Spencer could meet them both. She’s been with us since she found out at just five weeks. She’s 10 weeks along now. But there’s a catch.” Her voice trails off and your heart sinks and rises in quick succession. You can hear her smile.

“What’s the catch?” You ask.

Spencer quirks an eyebrow and he’s white-knuckling the handle of the shopping cart.

“She’s having twins. And she insists they be adopted together.”

“Twins?!”

The mixture of excitement and undeniable fear makes you want to vomit. Two at once? “Now, I know this is a big commitment. Two at once is no joke, but I wanted to let you know so that you and Spencer could talk it over. Do you think it’s something you’re interested in?”

You spoke softly, trying to still the quiver in your voice. “I think so. Spence and I need to talk things over. We can call you back in a couple of days?”

“Absolutely. If you have any questions let me know.”

A quick goodbye and she disconnects the call, leaving you to stare in amazement at your husband. “Twins. Spence, two of them? Can we do that?”

“Why not?” His smile is a mile wide. As he tousles Charlotte’s hair, tears well in his eyes. “I mean there would be an increased financial burden, but I think we could handle it, especially with the flexibility in my work schedule. I could add online classes too. I’m sure your parents could help us those first few months. And I know Penelope and Luke, Emily, JJ and Will, they’d all help us with babysitting.”

“Are we gonna have twins?” You ask, a sob bubbling up from your toes.

Spencer pulls you close and kisses the top of your head. “I think we’re having twins.”

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talesofsonicasura · 4 years ago

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Fallen Royalty

*warning: contains vivid curses and slight gore*

Trust is a very fragile thing. It can easily be shattered by misdirection, lies but the most devastating were secrets. And something very important is kept from someone by those they consider family, it can make a soul fall unto a very different path.

The Snatcher, a legendary and powerful spirit who ruled the Fallen Kingdom known as Subcon. He used to be a human prince married to a princess of a different kingdom named Vanessa. Before the prince and Vanessa lived happily ruling their kingdom but this wasn't a happy story. A misunderstanding had brought out a dark side within the princess. Her love unknown to the prince was actually toxic.

Anything that stood in her way of the prince had met brutal ends. Not even the young man himself wasn't safe. He purchased flowers for his sweetheart only to be accused of cheating by the insane princess now Queen. She locked the prince in the dungeon and unleashed dark magic all over Subcon freezing the land solid. The residents were cursed to live as spirits and the dark magic gave birth to the Snatcher from what was left of Subcon's prince.

Snatcher reigned over his fallen domain that became consumed by the forest around it. His magic kept Vanessa's frost contained in her castle and locked the witch away. Through his magic, the cursed citizens were given new bodies in the form of wooden puppets Snatcher crafted. Subcon Forest was created and its denizens lived in peaceful solitude. Then came the Demon King Satan.

Subcon brewed with so much magic that powerful demons sought it out. Demons dwelled in Gehenna and could only reach Assiah, the realm of man, through possessing an item there. However Subcon Forest's powerful magic could grant demons easy access to Assiah by harvesting its mystical energy. Something Satan wanted and wished to discuss with Snatcher himself. The discussion didn't turn out good for Satan.

The powerful specter had immediately been ready to refuse the Demon King access to Subcon's magic. Even though Snatcher hated outsiders, he understood the balance between their worlds and saw Satan as a threat! Being devious, Snatcher had the Demon King signed a contract. Before realizing what it read, Satan had already signed the paper. The demon began screaming in pain unaware of his own folly.

Snatcher could create powerful magical contracts that become true once signed. He had tricked Satan into hurting himself and his schemes greatly. The first was Satan could never possess any nonhuman for his power will burn it to ashes and humans will die from his possession. Second was the Demon Lord couldn't touch or set foot in Subcon for eternity and neither could his servants. And finally, a chunk of Satan's power became Snatcher's own along with a particular possession the Demon King would acquire in the future.

Satan cursed Snatcher before being banished back to Gehenna while the King of Subcon laughed. Though the spirit knew it wouldn't be the last time he'll see the demon or his schemes. The ghost didn't know what this key possession the Demon King would seek but he had enough time to prepare so he could eliminate it. However, he didn't suspect this.

A small boy ran through the busy crowd of Kyoto, Japan. He had dark blue hair and the brightest blue eyes leaking tears down his cheeks staining his white shirt and black shorts. His name was Rin Okumura and today wasn't a good day. The boy knew he was always different from everyone else. He was much stronger than what a 7 year old should be also he was more aggressive and easy to lash out at those who anger him.

People from kids to adults would look at him like a monster and call him a demon. He thought he could trust his foster father Shiro Fujimoto and his twin brother Yukio but clearly it was a lie. Rin had come back home a bit earlier than he usually did to see his Father and brother talking. What he heard broke his heart. Demons were real, Fujimoto and Yukio were exorcists that killed demons and Rin…was the bastard son of the Demon King Satan.

Rin had Satan's flames and they were sealed in a sword along with half of his soul, his demon half. Yukio being trained to kill demons by Shiro himself. His mother killed by exorcists the day they were born. A whole basket of lies and secrets hidden under his nose. It didn't take long for Rin to slip out of the monastery that served as home his whole life and run away. The boy didn't care where he was going but he had to get away.

Tears blinded his sight and sorrow messing with his rationality, Rin ran into the woods specifically a section banned from the public. A part of the forest where people disappeared and never came back, the Snatching Woods. After a few minutes of nonstop running, Rin sat on the ground and cried. He didn't notice how the forest around him had transformed into something otherworldly.

Glowing mushrooms of yellow, pink and red shining in a garden around him, a large picket fence with spikes lit in flame, a large marsh like pool surrounded by pumpkins, wisps of blue, green and orange floated about and finally the large tower shaped mushroom house that the boy currently sat on the front doorstep. Something large and dark purple began to slither through the home, no doubt searching for the crying source.

The dark purple thing was a large ghost. He had a noodle like body with thin arms each carrying two large claws, a mane of fluffy fur around his head, bright yellow childish looking eyes and a jack o' lantern smile with two small fangs. The towering ghost looked at the small crying child in utter confusion. "Hey kiddo? How the peck did you get all the way here?" The ghost questioned with his raspy and light static echoing voice.

Rin looked up from crying to see the ghost hovering above his head. "I don't know and I don't care! Rather die lost in a forest than live a lie." Rin cried. That clearly got the ghost's unwanted attention. "Why the peck do you want to die because of a lie? What kind of lie would get a kid this depressed?" The ghost asked as Rin looked back at the spirit. He definitely had to know the kid's story.

"I lived in a monastery with my twin brother since I could remember. I never knew that Father Fujimoto and my brother were keeping secrets from me. I walked in to hear their conversation about me. Demons are real and evil. Father Fujimoto teaching my brother to be an exorcist and...I'm the bastard son of Satan! My mother was killed because of it and I learned half of my soul was stripped out then sealed away." Silence carried through the woods once Rin spoke that last sentence.

The ghost figured Satan would find a new way into Assiah but...this was going too far even for him. And he was Snatcher, a spirit that ate unlucky souls and toss their husks away like a banana peel! However, he would never use his own child, even though he didn't have one, for a sick game like this. A particular girl and a purple hat flashed through his mind. He was going to regret this but he didn't care. No way in hell was this kid going to suffer from his bastard old man.

"Then to hell with them!" Snatcher exclaimed grabbing the boy's attention. "Kid, I ain't a good person but even I know common sense. Just because you are the son of an idiotic peckneck demon doesn't make you him! The fact that your own foster father not only kept important information like this from you but now your brother is wrapped around his finger. Not all demons are evil. Some of us are mischievous or just want to be left alone." The ghost began.

"You have the right to know your origin and your own mother. Plus, that peckneck doesn't know the damage he has done sealing half your soul away! Your power even though suppressed is unstable without your demon half. It messes with your mind making you aggressive as it fights to the surface. You are a walking infernal bomb capable of wiping out half the continent and yourself by reaching a major mental meltdown! You are a person, a child for pecking sake! YOU ARE NOT SATAN!!!" Snatcher exclaimed voice roaring with irritation at the cause of the boy's misery.

Rin stood shellshocked at what he witnessed. Other than Father Fujimoto and his brother, no one ever helped or cared about him. To see a ghost he just met get so angry at his mistreatment made the pain in his heart fade. "Thank you." Rin said as Snatcher looked at the boy. "Boy, what's your name?" Snatcher asked as Rin wiped his tears. "Rin Okumura." The boy replied. "Rin Okumura? You can call me Snatcher, boy. How would you like to stay with me in Subcon Forest?" Snatcher asked as Rin had a look of surprise.

"You aren't safe staying with an exorcist who sees you only as the Son of Satan and potential threat but also filling your brother's head with half baked truths. That kind of person can turn your own sibling into your potential murderer even as an unwanted consequence. I can teach you how to forge your own path and control the power within you. You see, I met your blood father and suckered him into giving up part of his power and any potential of escaping Gehenna." Snatcher explained conjuring a ball of blue flame in his hand.

"Pretty." Rin said looking at the glowing blue flame. "This pretty flame can also be used to craft some powerful spells as well. Along with fixing your unstable power, I'll be teaching you magic and the ways of Subcon. This place will be your safe haven and no secrets will be kept from you here. A clone crafted from my magic will take your place so no one will suspect a thing. What do you say kiddo? Want to live with me in Subcon Forest?" Snatcher asked offering the boy his hand.

Rin looked at the hand and remembered all the years living with Father Fujimoto and his twin brother. What glittered gold slowly rotted away to faded gold paint old wood. The boy reached his hand towards Snatcher's and took it. The deal was struck as blue light surged throughout Subcon forest. Many unaware of the single act that sent ripples throughout the world and it's future. 9 years later…

A 16 year old Rin Okumura was being attacked in the home of True Cross Monastery. A powerful demon hunting him had attacked the boy out in public forcing to realize he wasn't normal or human. Father Fujimoto had taken him back to the momastery fending off hordes of undead demons coming after them. However, one demon possessing a teenager had crashed a truck into the monastery giving it and other demons easy access to the sanctuary.

Rotten dogs, growing demonic fungi and any other unholy creature bridled with maggots, rot and decayed flesh were creeping towards the young man, head priest and his follow exorcists. Father Fujimoto faced Rin who wielded a blue scabbard sword in hand. Running a hand through his short gray hair and dark eyes was prepared to shove Rin into the hidden basement for safety only for the boy to push him down.

"Rin! What's the meaning of this?! You have to run!" The man shouted only to be confused when the boy began chuckling. "Why should I listen to the words of a liar? I'll handle these pecknecks myself." Rin spoke earning confusion from Fujimoto and the monastery men. "Pecknecks? What kind of insult is that?!" The possessed boy laughed only to jump back as a burst of blue flames erupted from under him.

"If I knew you guys were going to attack me earlier than I would have put on my best clothes already! Oh well! A quick costume change won't hurt. Ain Soph Aur!" Rin said before snapping his fingers. He ignited into blue flames to the group's horror and absolute confusion before it died down. The young man was completely changed from head to toe. His suit was replaced with a dark violet long coat with azure flame, a dark blue tunic bearing a peculiar symbol that looked like a spirit surrounding a burning tree, black tights often seem worn by royalty, fancy black Italian shoes, white gloves and a violet top hat with a yellow ribbon.

His ears were pointed as he had small vampirish like fangs and hints of yellow in his blue eyes. He was also much taller having 5 inches more than Fujimoto's 6'5 height. In his hand was a long dark blue umbrella with dark violet flame like flares on the fabric and a yellow handle. The air Rin now carried was of royal but very ominous and eerie compared to his cheerful street punk one. "Rin?" Fujimoto questioned.

He was caught off guard by Rin's sudden change but the boy merely ignored. "I'm giving you demons a chance to leave with your souls intact. I can't guarantee you'll even survive the trip to Gehenna if I slay you instead of the exorcists." Rin said with a wicked glint in his eyes despite his jovial smile. "You think we are afraid of your clothes change and a dumb umbrella? Sorry brat but you're going back to Gehenna to your father Satan!" The possessed boy laughed only to suddenly flinch.

The air was flooding with instant killing intent that leaked from Rin as he looked at the demons with a disturbing malice filled smile. "I gave you a chance but you spat on it. Prepare to die because your contract has just expired!" The young man laughed as his voice sounded distorted saying the last few words. Rin suddenly vanished from sight only for a group of demonic fungus to explode in blue flames!

Rin burst out from the burning blue mass almost as if he teleported from underneath them. He faced his umbrella at the demons he hovered above as blue flame spheres manifested at the tip before firing them like a gun. Multiple ghoulish corpses and vile living fungus ignited which crashing sphere burning in pure anguish. The horrifying part to the child possessing demon was the flames were actually destroying the demons instead of sending them back to Gehenna!

Demons possessing objects or people couldn't die in Assiah since their real bodies existed in Gehenna but Rin's fire was burning both through their souls! The chilling part was Rin was singing with the carnage. "Run along this forest trail. Now you'll find you'll failed. Never gonna reach that goal, now give me your soul! Some advice, don't think twice! Should have known I wasn't nice! Off with your head! Tata, your dead!" The boy sang as he continued his carnage. However the next few lines was when the demon truly realized that initiated a fight with someone that Satan himself couldn't win against.

"Got no more use for you! When you sign that dotted line you should've thought it through! Your subconscious holding on clinging to your fear. Every haunt just moved along but now the SNATCHER'S HERE!!!" The demon's face along with Fujimoto's grew dramatically pale. "You?!! You know the Snatcher?!" The demon questioned shivering in terror within his host's body. Rin merely laughed at the demon's frightened words.

"Know him? More than just that little peckneck! He's my true father! Not your dumbass king or this lying priest bastard that kept so many secrets from me! He treated me like his own son and taught me all I know. He was honest with me and actually gave a crap about me for being myself, Rin Okumura, not Satan's bastard son!" Rin roared as Fujimoto looked a bit hurt. "And don't think Satan will pop up here either. My father's magic will immediately expel him upon possession. It was listed in the contract the Demon King was tricked into signing." That had gotten the demon to literally piss itself in its host body.

"Enough talk! Time for the finish!" The young man shouted as he began waving his umbrella and danced as if he was on Broadway. "And the weird and the wild should have left you all beguiled. That is that, you little bastard child. Rid my jobs that took time and bask! Now it's time to take you to task!" A ring of blue flames surrounded the remaining demons preventing any chance of escape.

"As the ink is slowly drying, it's time you get dying! Your contract has expired, sleep now in the fire! You gonna meet your match! Your soul belongs to Snatcher! Now let's sing higher!" The flaming ring grew smaller as the flames burned brighter and more intense. It was so bright that Rin's face was shadowed revealing a terrifying jack o' lantern eyes and mouth smiling at the torture.

"AND THE WEIRD AND THE WILD SHOULD'VE LEFT YOU ALL BEGUILED. THAT IS THAT, YOU LITTLE BASTARD CHILD. RIP MY JOBS THAT TOOK TIME AND BASK! NOW IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOU TO TASK. THE INK IS SLOWLY DRYING AND IT'S TIME THAT YOU GET DYING! YOUR CONTRACT HAS EXPIRED! SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE! YOU HAVE MET YOUR MATCH! FOR YOUR SOUL BELONGS TO SNATCHER! BURN TO ASH IN MY MELODIC BONFIRE!!" With those last lines, the ring of fire exploded into a large burning blaze.

Every demon and their host burned away until their screams became silent and bodies turn to ash. The young man snapped his fingers as the blazing blue flames extinguish themselves before Rin glared down at Father Fujimoto. "Rin…" Fujimoto spoke only for Rin to interrupt him. "Don't say a word. I learned about the truth coming home 9 years ago. I watched you through a clone crafted by my father's magic and gave you multiple chances to tell the truth." The boy started.

"Did you know that sealing my soul's demon half made my power so unstable that I was a walking timebomb? Not only did you kept secrets and lie to me but you put everyone in danger. You didn't see as a child or son but a potential threat because of my damned sperm donor. If you did, you would have told me and trained me to be an exorcist than just Yukio. I wanted to die that day but Snatcher saved me from potentially killing myself." Fujimoto flinched and looked truly hurt once realizing what he had done.

"I won't kill you or get revenge for keeping secrets because you spared my life instead of killing me or my brother on the spot when we were babies. However, you, Yukio and everyone in this room are no longer my family. A true family would see me for me, not some bastard son of Satan or a potential threat. And if you go after me, I won't protect you from the full might of the Subcon Kingdom! You have been warned." Rin explained as he took the sword that contained his power before stuffing it in his hat like a magician.

"Rin! Please don't go! I'm sorry! It was for your own good!" Fujimoto cried out but Rin merely ignored him. "Goodbye Shiro Fujimoto." And with those last words, Rin Okumura disappeared in a flash of blue fire. Shiro Fujimoto fell to the floor and weeped. Secrets were a dangerous thing and he didn't listen to his friend's warning. The price he paid was his own son's trust now in the hands of the infamous Snatcher. Yukio came home to his weeping father and the approaching pike of mistrust that crucified his father's heart. It wasn't anyone's day at the True Cross Monastery.

And that's it! This was written last year so if the writing style looks different then that's why. Blue Exorcist was one of the first Mature mangas I ever bought, I got Volumes One to Three.

And honestly, I feel really bad for Rin. His brother tried to kill him, his foster father kept TONS of secrets, his friends immediately turned on him for his heritage despite him saving their asses and trying to regain their trust, or just being marked as a target for existing. I mean WTF?!

Poor boy needs better friends and a hug because I don't think Kuro or Ukobach(from the anime) could help for so long. This was also one of my early attempts into writing Snatcher before I got the game myself.

I did watch someone play it quite a few times but limited my experiences to the first three end chapter bosses and Snatcher's area being Subcon Forest. This was something I usually do before deciding to buy a game.

Snatcher honestly felt perfect for this especially taking the dad role. When you take his experiences in the ghost's past life to now, betrayal and mistrust are two big factors.

Even if Snatcher is an antagonist character, he does have some morals and personality than just the common soul eating specter with a grudge. This also takes place after the events in a Hat In Time.

And yes. Rin was singing 'Your Contract Has Expired' cover by Man On The Internet although the last bit was abridged on purpose. If this Rin had a theme, it would be the Phase Two Version theme of Your Contract Has Expired.

Anyways, until next time folks! Smell ya later.

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This is an Phase Two Version of Man on the Internet's Your Contract Has Expired, done by Ben Newsome. Please read the description because they cited this song belongs to their original owner and not stole it. Poor guy doesn't need anymore accusations involving copyright.

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yallpretendimdeadpls · 4 years ago

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Newsies playing Among Us

Jack Kelly

Hes blue

His name is cowboy

Always uses the fisher hat (i think it's a fisher hat,,)

He's so bad at this game it's not even funny

“How do i vent like Spot”

When he's impostor he kills on the most obvious places

Has yet to win as impostor

One time he and Race were impostor and Jack threw Race under the bus because somehow he didn't realise Race was impostor with him.

They would've won if it weren't for that.

The idiot goes to electrical first. No wonder he's always the first to die.

“Jack killed Spot!” “and i'll do it again”

“blue do be kinda sus” “youre blue” “o h”

Spot Conlon

Hes red (duh)

And has the crown

He got the mini him pet as well

Anyways, his name is just spot

He's the type of person that gets impostor 3 times in a row

So good at being impostor but so bad at being crewmate

Like dude wtf

No one trusts him (except Race because he's an idiot. and spot needs an alibi to no be voted out).

Once he was impostor with Jack so he left the game

“I saw Albert vent in front of me!” “no i didnt. you did.”

Spot was not The Impostor

Racetrack Higgins

Hes lime green

He has the henry stickman hat

And also a mini him! He thinks it'll stop people from killing him

His name is “you fools i”

Usually sticks with Spot or Albert. Which is dumb because Albert always kills him first when hes impostor.

He's a decent impostor

Like, he's not bad (especially when paired up with Spot or Albert or Crutchie)

When hes sus of someone he follows them around. And ends up getting killed.

“pink sus” “pinks dead.” “WHAT?!”

Has unknowingly helped Spot win as impostor so many times

“I was with Spot almost all the time. Hes safe” no he's not buddy

VERY active of the ghost chat

Crutchie Morris

Hes cyan

His name is c

Literally just c

has a flower hat

HE IS THE BEST IMPOSTOR

I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH

NOBODY EVER SUSPECTS HIM

“it's crutchie!!! i saw him kill race right in front of me” “lmao no it can't be crutchie. youre sus.”

When hes crewmate hes always the first to get his tasks done

Always pairs up with either Jack, Romeo or Race when he isn't with Spot

Albert Dasilva

Hes orange

His name is blank. literally just blank.

Has a toilet paper hat and wants a Henry stickman pet but doesn't want to waste his money skueidj

Him and Race always do the thing where they stay in the same spot and when someone kills one of them the other is there and reports it

Only works when neither have hats though

Hes only good at impostor when paired up with Spot. Because he lets Spot do all the killing while he sabotages

Always kills Race first.

He tries to stick with the group when hes crewmate but somehow always ends up being seperated

So he either dies first or is voted out first

Big oof

Romeo

Hes pink

His name is macbeth

Don't ask me why.

Usually sticks with Crutchie

Or if not he stays alone

SUCH A BAD IMPOSTOR

Like. he doesnt do obvious things but he has the worst luck

He kills someone when their alone and just as hes about to leave someone enters the room

Or he vents somewhere he thought no one was at but there were people

Really good at spotting impostors though

Through the magic of cameras, using people as bait, and the task bar

Katherine Plumber

She's purple

Her name is kitkat

Has a halo hat

And a pet hamster

Hasn't lost a single round as impostor

As a matter of fact, shes never even been voted out

Is really good at framing other people for murders she committed

And getting away with it

Unstoppable when teamed up with Spot or Crutchie (as impostor)

Always stays with Sarah or David when crewmate

Helps Sarah get away with murder when shes impostor

Just like Sarah helps her when shes impostor

Sarah Jacobs

Shes yellow

Has the peeled banana hat

Her name is Saz

Shes a pretty good impostor. Especially when Kath helps her

ALWAYS kills Jack first

Probably because hes dating the girl she likes but shh

Hates being crewmate

Always sus of e v e r y o n e

Literally only trusts Katherine

Her and Davey as impostors >>>

“The Jacob twins strike again”

They actually havent lost a single round when being impostor together

David Jacobs

Hes dark green

His name is David

Has a leaf hat

Literally never talks in the chat when they find a body

Hence to why people are very sus of him

Also hes such a good impostor, even though he prefers being crewmate

The only reason he ever lost as impostor is because his parter was stupud

*cough* Race *cough*

In his defence, he wanted to get revenge on Albert

Takes ages to finish his tasks

Usually stays alone when hes crewmate which makes him very sus

Kid Blink

Hes brown

His name is blink

Has a pet UFO

Hes usually playing with Mush (like, their using the same computer in the same room and Mush is telling him what to do)

When he isn't he usually dies because he's so bad at this game

I can't stress that enough

He tries though

Hes okay as an impostor ig? depends on who he gets paired up with

Always last to finish his tasks

#newises #newsies live #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #spot conlon #crutchie morris #albert dasilva #katherine plumber #david jacobs #davey jacobs #romeo newsies #kid blink #mush meyers #sarah jacobs

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webrokethe4thwall · 4 years ago

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(just got done reading the rules) can you write a one shot where raph gets sick with a stomach bug as a little turtle tot?

Caught a Bug

Raph woke up slowly but not in a good way. His stomach felt tight, too full and too empty at the same time. His mouth was dryer than Donnie’s sense of humor. It was hard for him to lift his head from his pillow, let alone the rest of him from bed. His body ached all over, and he felt hot and cold at the same time. Any movement at all made him feel dizzy and nauseated. All in all, the seven-year-old snapping turtle felt awful. He wanted to go back to sleep.

“Boys! Time for breakfast!” Splinter shout was loud enough to fully awaken Raph.

Not wanting to worry his family by skipping breakfast, Raph got up. When a chill ran up his shell, he pulled his thick red sweatshirt over his head then sluggishly made his way down to the kitchen. It was a miracle he didn’t tumble down the steps with how heavy his body felt! Taking a moment to regain his balance, the snapping turtle paused at the kitchen door to watch his younger run past him in a frenzy as their father set the table.

“Morning,” Raph mumbled, rubbing at his eyes and swaying on his feet.

“Good morning, Red,” Splinter greeted his eldest son. He glanced at the snapping turtle mutant and gave him a worried look. “Although, you do not look so good right now. Did you not sleep well last night?”

“I slept fine,” Raph said with a shrug. He actually wanted to go back to bed. However, he didn’t want to worry his family, even if he felt like absolute garbage with his stomach twisting in every direction.

Splinter hummed, giving Raph another once over and carefully sniffing the air around him. The rat mutant opened his mouth to say something, but Donnie started pounding on Leo for shoving him into the wall. It was enough to give anyone a headache with the way Leo was yelling “It was an accident!” the entire time. With Splinter’s attention drawn away by his brothers’ middle-child nonsense, Raph lifted himself up to the table next to Mikey. His stomach gurgled loudly and a wave of nausea hit that the snapping turtle found difficult to fight down.

Mikey gave Raph a concerned look and said, “Maybe you if to eat you’ll feel better.”

Mikey could be right, but with the way Raph’s stomach flip-flopped at the thought of food… The snapping turtle shrugged and glanced at what Splinter had made for breakfast. Scrambled eggs loaded with cheese and veggies, bacon piled high, bananas sliced up in a bowl, and a plate of toast sat upon the table. The sight and smells were overwhelming.

One a normal day, Raph would usually pile as much food onto his plate as he could get away with, but right now it was all too much. The way the cheese oozed around the eggs made his stomach churn. He could smell the grease that was starting to congeal on the bacon. The bananas were riper than his fear stink. The only thing Raph thought he could tolerate was the toast. It wasn’t fair! Pop’s scrambled eggs were the best!

Splinter successfully broke up Donnie and Leo and got them settled at the table. While they and Mikey eagerly plated their meal, Raph reluctantly grabbed a piece of toast. He stared at the lightly burnt slice of bread for longer than he truly needed to and carefully took a bite. It was a struggle to even swallow the toast with how dry his mouth was.

Splinter, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey stared at him in shock. Splinter rounded the table and felt his eldest son’s forehead and immediately pulled his hand back. Raph had a fever. Turtles were cold-blooded and not supposed to get fevers, but since his sons were mutated with human DNA, they didn’t follow that law of nature. His eldest son was sick.

“Raphael,” Splinter said softly, rubbing the snapping turtle’s cheek, “what is wrong?”

Raph wilted into Splinter’s hand. He didn’t want his dad to worry! But he couldn’t lie, not when Pops used his name like that.

“My belly just hurts a little is all…” he answered.

An acidic taste began to rise from his throat, and Raph knew what that meant. He snatched a cup of water from the table and took a gulp to keep the sensation at bay.

“You sure, Raph?” Donnie asked, pushing his glasses up to examine his older brother.

“Yeah,” Leo agreed. He leaned on top of Donnie to get closer. “You look greener than normal.”

Raph shook his head quickly and stuttered, “I’m o-o—urk!”

The snapping turtle slammed his hands over his nose and mouth. The smells were too much. He shouldn’t have shaken his head that fast. The acidic taste was getting worse. Raph couldn’t fight it any longer. He ran to the bathroom, vaguely aware of Splinter calling out to him.

Raph barely lifted the toilet seat up before his stomach finally gave the great lurch. Sharp, vile, and burning from the bottom of his throat to the tip of his nose, he retched as his stomach contents emptied into the bowl. Tears pricked at the poor child’s eyes from the pain and humiliation. The smell was more foul than any stink he’d given off in his life, and the I-just-puked-stink he was giving off now was awful. A hand rested on his shell as the vomiting eased to dry heaves. Raph looked up to see Splinter frowning in concern.

“Let’s brush your teeth and get you back to bed,” Splinter said, lifting his son to his feet.

Raph wiped at his mouth, grimacing at the sick that soaked into his sleeve. His mouth felt fresher after brushing his teeth, but his stomach still rebelled against his body and he was tired. Splinter carried the snapping turtle to his room, replaced his soiled sweatshirt with comfy pajamas, and tucked him into bed.

“I-I couldn’t hold it in anymore,” Raph said shakily. “Pops, why’m I sick?”

“It’s okay, Red,” Splinter placed a hand on the snapping turtle’s shoulder. “Sometimes we just get sick and need help getting better. And right now it looks like you have a stomach bug that needs to be taken care of.”

“I hate bugs!” Raph shuddered. Bugs were as bad as puppets!

“I know you do,” Splinter laughed. “I’ll find something that will help get rid of it. Just sit tight and rest.” He patted Raph’s head then left his son’s room. He saw the other three turtles loitering just outside the doorway. “Purple, Blue, Orange, I need you three to keep an eye on Red for a little while. He isn’t feeling well, and I’m going to get him something to help with his stomach. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Donnie, Leo, and Mikey watched Splinter throw on his “Randall” disguise and slip out of the Lair. The three gave each other a nod before splitting up. Donnie headed to the living room, Leo went to the laundry room, and Mikey dove into the bedrooms. It wasn’t often that they got sick with anything beyond a cold, but the turtles knew how to help make their big brother feel better.

Raph rolled over in his bed with a groan. His belly felt awful! Every little movement made him want to—“Blergh!”—made him hurl. Why did he feel like this? He was just fine yesterday! Now he was puking, aching, dizzy, and tired. He couldn’t tell if the sharp odor in the air was vomit or his sick-stink. The snapping turtle closed his eyes, curling up in a ball and wanting Splinter to come back already.

When something soft thumped against his head, Raph cracked an eye open. Mikey was tossing stuffed animals and pillows onto his bed. Donnie tied the bag in his trashcan, replaced it, and carried the sick away with a pair of kitchen tongs. Leo stumbled in with his arms laden with blankets and sheets. Raph slowly pulled himself to sit upright and stared at his brothers with concern.

“Guys, Pops said I’ve got a stomach bug,” the eldest turtle warned. “You’re gonna get sick too if you’re here!” The last thing he wanted was his little brothers to catch what he had.

“Dad told us to keep an eye on you,” Donnie shrugged, booting up his secondhand laptop as he sat at Raph’s side. “So we’re making a blanket fort to watch movies in.”

“We’re not gonna watch you be sick and be bored at the same time,” Leo said from where he stood on the edge of Raph’s bed, hanging blankets and sheets in a tent overhead. “So pick a good movie before Donnie plays a documentary or something else lame.”

Donnie glared up at his younger twin but did nothing beyond that. It was very telling how concerned he was for their big brother that he didn’t start arguing with Leo that his documentaries weren’t lame.

“But I don’t want you guys puking up your spleens,” Raph countered.

His belly really hurt from all the retching, and his brothers didn’t need to go through that. Speaking of, Raph pitched forward as his stomach once again revolted against him. He dry-heaved into the waste bin Donnie shoved into his hands.

“Do you really want us to go?” Mikey asked sadly. His eyes shined from his best puppy-dog pout.

“No…,” Raph mumbled. He took one look at his baby brother, saw all the effort his siblings were putting into helping him feel better, and replaced the trashcan clutched to his chest with a teddy bear. The snapping turtle felt awful and scared and didn’t want to be alone. He wanted his brothers to stay.

Mikey immediately brightened. He climbed up onto the bed to rearrange the pillows and stuffed animals around the fort. What good was a blanket fort if it wasn’t comfy? Leo dropped a blanket over each of his brothers’ shoulders, and all four drew closer together as Donnie started a Jupiter Jim movie. Raph lay on a pillow incline, pulling his blanket up to cover everything but his eyes. Donnie and Leo lay on either side of him, and Mikey draped himself over the snapping turtle’s spikey shell. Raph finally felt warm.

It wasn’t until an hour later, when Jupiter Jim and Red Fox were separated by alien robot vampires, that Raph felt his stomach flop once again. He shot out of the pillow fort and tumbled out of bed for the trashcan set just by the edge. Mikey fell back with a shout, but Donnie caught him without hesitation. The snapping turtle retched and dry-heaved. He just wanted to be better already! A sob escape from the snapping turtle as he tightened his grip on the trashcan. Leo slipped down from the bed and rubbed Raph’s trembling shoulders.

That was the scene Splinter walked into when he returned to the Lair—Raph sobbing with Leo at his side, Mikey and Donnie fighting tears of their own as they clung to each other, and all of them turning to him as though he had the answer to end this suffering. It was true that the rat mutant’s arms were laden with plastic bags filled with bottles of ginger ale, a special rehydration drink, and liquid Pepto-Bismol. However, he wasn’t sure if any of them would work for a mutated snapping turtle, but he had to try for the sake of his ailing child. Splinter placed the bags on the ground then knelt by Raph’s side.

“Purple, Blue, Orange, go wash your hands,” Splinter ordered gently. “I’ll take over from here.” After watching Donnie and Mikey slip off of the bed and trudge slowly after Leo out of the room, Splinter focused completely on Raph and hefted the snapping turtle into his arms. “Alright, Little Red, back into bed. I’ve got some medicine and drinks that will help your belly feel better.”

“What is it?” Raph whimpered, balking at the thought of drinking anything regardless of how thirsty he felt. He’d just puke it back up again!

“The pharmacist said to take one capful of this medicine every hour to help manage the puking,” Splinter explained, laying Raph back inside the pillow fort, “and to drink some ginger ale and this special juice to help keep you hydrated.” He poured some ginger ale into a cup on the bedside table, handing it and a small medicine cup full of pink liquid to his son. “Take small sips.”

Raph held the medicine cup to his mouth, squeezed his eyes shut, and gulped it down. He gaged on the taste—like those heart candies they had found in the dumpsters after Valentine’s Day—and immediately sipped the ginger ale. The fizzy drink was welcomed, soothing his throat and dry mouth.

Now all Raph felt now was tired. His eyes grew heavier by the second, and with Splinter rubbing his head and humming, the snapping turtle didn’t stand a chance for staying awake. He sank into the pillows and stuffed animals that had remained from the emergency exit he made, and a blanket was tucked around his shoulders. It wasn’t long before Raph was fully asleep.

After he was sure his son was asleep, Splinter closed up the fort as best he could and left to check on Donnie, Leo, and Mikey. They had been worried about their brother when he had sent them out earlier, and they deserved an update. He didn’t need to search for them for very long. They were sitting across the atrium in Leo’s doorway, huddled together with their eyes glued on Raph’s room.

“You three did a very good job watching over Red while I was gone,” Splinter praised his children. He smiled at each of them. “He is sleeping now, so I want you all to be very quiet for him.”

“That should be easy enough,” Donnie said. It was easy enough for him to tinker quietly in his budding lab, and surely his younger brothers had some games in the arcade that wouldn’t cause disruption to Raph’s sleep.

“Is Raphie gonna be okay, Dad?” Mikey asked.

Leo followed up by asking, “And is what he has contagious?”

“He should be better in a day or two with plenty of rest,” Splinter said. “However, I don’t know how contagious he is at the moment. Don’t touch your eyes or mouths after being around Red without washing your hands. Did you all wash them like I told you?” He sighed in relief when he received three nods. “Good.”

Hours later, Raph woke up feeling better than he had that morning. His stomach was still cramping, and his body still ached; but the snapping turtle didn’t feel exhausted after just waking up. His mouth felt dry, though. He saw a bottle of the special juice Splinter got for him on his nightstand. Picking up the bottle, Raph read “Pedialyte Cherry Punch” on the label. He didn’t really care for cherries but, remembering his father’s advice, took small sips anyway. He still felt like puking, but he managed to get down a few mouthfuls before putting the bottle back on the nightstand.

A moment later, his father and little brothers peeked into his room. Mikey carried a plate with a slice of perfectly tanned plain toast and an unpeeled banana and placed it beside the bottle on the nightstand. Splinter gave the snapping turtle a once over.

“How are you feeling, Red?” Splinter asked.

“Still kinda puke-y,” Raph said slowly, “but I feel a little better.”

“It may take a day or two until that feeling goes away, son,” Splinter said. “Have some more medicine and try to eat some food.”

As Raph grimaced at the taste of Pepto-Bismol and slowly ate the toast to get rid of its flavor, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey crowded in front of him. They looked up at him with varying degrees of worry.

“Is there anything we can do for you, big brother?” Donnie asked.

Raph picked at the hem of the blanket pooling around his legs and shyly mumbled, “…Stay for a while?”

Splinter chuckled as his sons climbed onto Raph’s bed and reorganized the blanket fort so it would be more accommodating to the four turtle mutants and their rat-dad. Raph truly felt content when his father joined them and placed him on his lap, blanket wrapped over his head and teddy bear clutched to his chest. Donnie picked up the laptop from where it was tucked between the nightstand and bed and started up the Jupiter Jim movie from the beginning.

Raph felt lucky to have a family that cared so much about him. For the next two days, he had been sick. His brothers and Splinter were always checking in on him, making sure he was staying hydrated and eating, rubbing his shell or head when he did puke, and keeping him company when he asked. The snapping turtle got stir-crazy at times from how smothering his little brothers could be (He had to argue with Mikey to get out of bed to use the toilet!), but he knew it was all out of love. Raph usually did the same thing and coddled Donnie, Leo, and Mikey excessively if they so much as stubbed a toe. He was just happy that his brothers never caught what he had.

However, a few weeks after Raph recovered from his stomach bug, something weird happened with their dad. Splinter caught a fever, cranked the AC down to its lowest setting, and shaved off all of his fur. It was the most terrifying sight any of the young boys had ever borne witness to. Then he started attacking, cuddling, singing way off key, writing crossover fanfiction, and just freaking out all of the young turtles. It only stopped when they all yelled at Splinter to act normal again. He almost immediately complied! This sickness was later dubbed the rat-flu, and it would plague the five mutants more than any other sickness they would ever contract.

#anon request #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #sick fic #cross-posting on Ao3 and FFN #may your ink flow free and run ever present with your imagination #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt splinter #fanfiction #my fanfic #writing #my writing #turtle tots #vomit warning

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In Plain Sight, Chapter 4

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Written for @k-itsmaywriting‘s birthday! I hope that, despite how weird the world is right now, you have an amazing day!

Shirayuki understands how this is supposed to work. She’s seem movies after all-- Witness, of course; Sister Act 1 & 2, if only because Opa thought Whoopie Goldberg was a national treasure and Oma thought she was too young to be watching Ghost; and Our Lips Are Sealed about eight times on video cassette, since she’s old enough (and Opa resisted DVD long enough) have both VCRs and wholesome Olsen twins content as a part of her childhood.

(Her favorite formative twins were Annie and Hallie from The Parent Trap; they were red-headed, just like her, and one of them had a British accent. She’d been devastated to find out that not only were both of them American, but they were also only one girl. She’d watched Double Trouble to console herself)

In any case, she knows how this goes, at least narratively. She lays down in this amazingly comfortable bed, stares up at the ceiling in a tense yet melancholy fashion for hours, and dreams in plot-relevant flashbacks. Extra points if they reference the crime she witnessed.

The problem is: she didn’t. She’s just the unfortunate collateral to her father’s personal redemption. All the life ruining without ever being part of the A plot.

There’s an upside though: the second she hits that firm cloud of a mattress, she’s out like a light.

Absolutely nothing wakes her, but Shirayuki jolts into consciousness anyway, as unpleasant as any false start. She expects to be confused; she’s not a graceful riser to begin with, and every morning in temporary housing, she’d bounce off three walls at minimum trying to find a bathroom that didn’t exist.

(Well, the bathroom did exist, it just didn’t exist where it should, which was down the hall to the right, and was compounded by the door being in exactly the wrong place too.)

Instead, she knows exactly where she is. Knowledge which is quickly followed by the low-key, seething resentment for the man who put her here.

She groans, lifting her head from the pillow. It’s fine. She’s fine. It’s just--

7:00, her alarm clock says. Tuesday, her brain provides after a long moment.

She should be getting up, habit told her. Getting her morning fix of avocado toast and orange juice with Paul Newman’s face stamped on it.

There’s worse ways to start your day than having a fine pair of eyes smiling at you, Oma would say.

What can I say? Opa’d grumble back, flipping through the paper. It’s impossible to compete with Butch Cassidy.

Her fingers curl into the sheets. There’d be none of that today. Agent Jiang-- Obi’s assistant had gotten her Simply Orange instead. A small mercy. It’s hard enough to be someone else when there’s still so much her clinging to the edges.

It’s tempting to linger in bed; she’s always been a morning person, up with the birds, but maybe Claire isn’t. Maybe Claire likes to stay up late and sleep in, sleeping past the three alarms she sets for herself. Maybe she likes to have waffles for breakfast, straight from a box, and drinks pomegranate juice. Maybe she doesn’t bike into the lab at eight because--

She groans. Because Claire doesn’t have a job. A thing that will have to change soon, since Claire has to pay for this house.

There’s a great deal of compromise that happens between bedside and bathroom; habit insists she needs to be fully dressed, ready to greet the day, but everything else--

Well, she’s not going anywhere is she? There’s no reason she couldn’t wallow in her pj’s all day

Standards, habit insists. But those belonged to Shirayuki, not Claire. Claire has no job, no friends, and nothing to do on a Tuesday morning besides--

Oh no, the recycling.

The bin is nearly two-thirds her height, but with only one day under her belt, it’s already overflowing. Good thing she’d looked at that brochure when it slipped out from between the takeout menus.

She shrugs her hoodie a little tighter, pulling it down over her leggings-- habit and hedonism settled on exercise wear as a happy medium-- and grips the handle, tugging it out the opening garage door, right into the fresh Texas morning--

And promptly throws her hoodie back into the garage. She might need that with the downright frosty temperature the house is set to, but oh, she was not going to cover her skin out here any more than necessary. Even now, she’s starting to sweat in impossible places beneath her leggings.

Hooking her palm back around the handle, she tugs the bin down the drive. Her gaze fixes to the pavement-- the last thing she needs is to trip right over herself on her own driveway taking out the trash-- and she doesn’t look up until she hits the sidewalk. It’s a struggle to get it to sit right-- these are proper curbs, white poured cement with squared edges meant to puncture cheeky tires; one of the wheels catches in a gap and refuses to budge until she hip checks it out onto the next slab.

She’s damp at this point, skin dewing with giant drops of sweat she’s tempted to shake off like a dog, but--

But Martha Kino has an arm slung along their fence, holding a tall glass of iced tea that makes her mouth water just to look at.

“Oh, um, good morning!” she calls out with a weak wave. “I didn’t, um, see you there.”

It’s only when Martha slides her gaze to her that she realizes her neighbor hadn’t been looking at her at all. Her mouth curves into a knowing smile at the sight of her. “Good morning, honey. You here for the show?”

Shirayuki blinks. “The show?”

“Mm-hm.” Martha takes a long drag from her straw, ice clinking against the glass. “Here it comes now.”

Shirayuki tracks her line of sight right across the cul-de-sac, squinting at half acre of immaculately trimmed, completely invasive Bermuda grass. Their front garden is well-kept, as well; thickly mulched with giant hibiscus blooming blood red against pristine stone facade.

Oh, and there’s a man as well. That’s probably what Mrs Kino is looking at.

He’s tall. No, tall is an understatement; he’s a giant, six foot four at least with shoulders to match. He’s trimmed with the same military precision as his lawn, clean shaven with an undercut that could scratch glass. Heavy brows draw sharply over his nose, forehead rumpling as he tears a box right down the fold--

Ah, well, all right. It’s not doing much of anything for her, but the Vitruvian man’s more ideal cousin ripping up boxes definitely counts as a show. Halfway through, he grabs the hem of his shirt, mopping his brow, and ah, hm, he could definitely have made money as an anatomical model. His rectus abdominis are, ah...very defined.

“Is he--” Shirayuki searches for the words-- “from around here?”

“Oh, him?” Martha’s gaze doesn’t stray for a second, not even as she sips at her tea. “That’s Scott. Aspen’s husband. They just moved in a few weeks ago.”

Shirayuki glances around the neighborhood. Seems like more than a few of her neighbors hope they’ll never leave either.

“Quite the pair, those two,” Martha hums. “She’ll be at the luncheon. I know you two will just get on like houses.”

More like houses on fire if she mentions she’s seen her husband’s floor show. “Oh, right. The um, luncheon.”

Mrs Kino grins as Scott hops back inside, out of this heat, just like she’s dying to do. “By the way, he mows the lawn on Sunday, just before lunch.”

“Oh, um, great.” She’ll be sure to miss it. “Can’t wait.”

It’s too early to bake cookies.

There’s not a baked good on earth that tastes as good two days later as it does fresh out of the oven; Shirayuki knows that down to her toes and bones, but still--

Stress baking. It’s a thing. And she doesn’t have to make anything right now. She could get all the ingredients together, just to make sure she has them. And then...just not do anything.

She can. Definitely. Absolutely. She’s Claire now. Claire probably doesn’t even like chocolate chip cookies.

Oh gosh, who is she kidding? Only monsters don’t like chocolate chip cookies. What next, Claire doesn’t like brownies? Apple pie? Snickerdoodles?

It’s a slippery slope, not liking things. Best to just keep it simple and eat everything, that’s what Opa always said at the church potluck.

The morsels and brown sugar already sit out on the counter when her phone lets out a piercing ting. She’s half tempted to ignore it; she’s having a contentious battle with the ten pounds of King Arthur flour that’s tucked away in her cabinet-- what was she thinking?-- and she refuses to show any fear in the face of baking supplies but--

Ting. No one knows her number. Well, no one except the government.She settles back on her heels with a sneeze. The government probably doesn’t take kindly to being left on read.

Her hands clap against her thighs, flour misting into the air as she leaves two partial prints right over the helical print. She frowns, plucking at the fabric, nose wrinkling as more powder burst into the air. Ting.

“I’m coming,” she mutters, stumbling over to the island. “I’m coming.”

Sugar Daddy i got just what u need pumpkin check ur email

The corners of her mouth dig furrows into her cheeks as she clicks on the notification. It’s the only message in her inbox, aside from the ubiquitous Welcome to Gmail spam and a few coupons for Banana Republic and a couple of other retailers. They’d taught her about this at orientation; they couldn’t do much about an empty inbox, but everyone had at least a few mailing lists they’d either forgotten to opt out of or regularly used.

Still...what about her said Banana Republic? She glances down at her spandex-clad legs. If they were going to go for a too-expensive clothing line, they could have at least sprung for Lululemon.

Ah, but that wasn’t the point. Marshal Jiang-- Obi hadn’t texted all...that...to show off some spam. Sitting at the very top of her inbox is a Cornell email address-- Cornell-- with an attachment.

Dear Claire, the message reads, We’re so sorry to see you go, but I’m glad we’re able to keep in touch. Of course we kept the copy of your old CV. Good luck to you in all your endeavors.

It’s signed by some professor; not high profile enough for her to have heard of, but she doesn’t doubt that he’s real, someone a curious party could look up on Cornell’s directory. Well, at least for the next six months.

The Columbia alumna inside her writhes in agony. Cornell. She doubts it’s a coincidence.

Me Aren’t you supposed to be taking care of me?

Not that she’s very, um, up on the specifics of such a relationship, but she’d been under the impression that sugar...children?...were supposed to be fully reliant on their sugar parent. Her mouth pulls thin. Already she’s thinking about this far more than she’d ever hope to.

Sugar Daddy a good daddy makes sure his baby can take care of herself ;)

This declaration is followed by a stream of emojis, ending with an eggplant and a peach, and she just-- doesn’t need to know. She wipes away the sweat that beads at her hairline-- from embarrassment, of course-- and downloads the attachment.

Me I’ll take a look. Thank you.

She sets the phone back on the island, face down, and glares. He can’t possibly be like this to everyone. People would complain. They wouldn’t just let him insinuate that he-- that they--

Ting.

Sugar Daddy good girl

All right. Maybe they would.

Shirayuki doesn't get homesick.

She’d been the first brownie to leap out of her car at summer camp; Opa barely had time to lurch into park before she was traipsing across the field, backpack slung over her shoulder and duffel bag dragging on the grass. Freshman year, she moved into the dorm by herself, pressing kisses to wrinkled cheeks as she lugged her suitcases onto the train; she’d almost forgotten to wave from the window.

But as soon as she lays down in bed, the lights snuffed out and the world still, it hits her. Just a soft roll of her stomach at first, the barest itch on her skin, like wearing a wool sweater on a spring afternoon. It’s fine; too much to ignore but nothing that would keep her up too long.

It doesn’t stay that way.

Her stomach clenches, tears pricking at her eyes, and it’s everything she can do to just roll onto her side, letting the chills wrack through her body. She shivers so hard her teeth chatter, and this-- this isn’t the gentle ache of nostalgia her books prepared her for. This is an illness, plain and simple, like when she caught norovirus in eighth grade can could hardly do anything but lay on the bathroom floor and wait for the next wave to begin.

This isn’t her, she isn’t like this, she doesn’t get like this, but-- but--

Before she always knew her home was waiting for her; she could leave but Oma and Opa would always keep the front lamp on, waiting for weary travelers and last minute bookings.

It’s different now that there’s no home to come back to.

7:00, her alarm clock says. She watches it tick over, like she has for every hour before it.

She must have slept at some point; it’s impossible that she’s lain awake, staring at the clock for eight hours. But that doesn’t make her any less tired, and so when her alarm starts up, beeps cutting through the quiet white noise of the air conditioner, she reaches out and slaps it off.

Shirayuki may not sleep in, but Claire is certainly warming to the idea.

Her notebook sits open on the island; neat, looping script stretches across the page, straining the boundaries of the blue lines that contains it. She’d done her homework yesterday, combing through job sites to find the most likely candidates. There’s five on her list right now, ranked according to preference, and oh, is Shirayuki glad she had the gumption to do this before, because this morning she feels like roadkill being scraped off the blacktop.

Still, she worries at her lip as her laptop boots up, peering over her list. In the cold light of the morning, five seems too few, but...desperation hasn’t set in yet. She’s allowed to still have standards.

Wrapping her hands around her mug, she glances at the next page: another list. No, a set of instructions. Edit CV. Write cover letters.

Shirayuki groans. Even with the bullet points she left for herself, composing cover letters is a circle of hell all its own. With only three hours of solid sleep under her belt, it’s an insurmountable hurdle to getting hired.

“Right,” she murmurs, hooking an ankle around a stool and pulling it under her. “Editing it is.”

She clicks on the pdf Obi sent her, scrolling down and--

“Oh no.” She rears back from the screen, heart pounding. “No, no. There’s got to be a mistake...”

“Hey, baby,” Obi’s voice rumbles through her speaker. It’s thick and warm and would be utterly distracting if she were in any less of a crisis. “A little early for a b--?”

“What happened to my papers?”

“Uh.” All the suggestion in his tone evaporates. “What?”

“My papers.” Her hand grips the phone so tight it creaks. “They’re gone.”

His end goes silent. Silent enough to make that weird click, like the line’s cut out, and she pulls back to check--

“Someone stole your passport?” He laughs, incredulous. “Some sort of luck you have, Miss. Barely had it for a day and already you’ve gotten your identity stolen.”

She blinks into the barren air of her kitchen. “What?”

“You know,” he hums, too amused, “I picked out a cute house in the suburbs for safety, and here you are, getting robbed. Did you leave them in your car? Or did you just go out--”

“N-no!” She’s honestly half tempted to say what car, until she remembers the tasteful mid-sized SUV in the driveway, the one she’s still been calling the girlfriend car in her head, and realizes-- it’s hers. She’s the girlfriend.

Except she’s not. At all. Which is fine! She doesn’t even want that! If she’s still thinking about what his mouth feels like as he wraps them around his words, then--

She really can’t be thinking about this right now. “I mean my papers! I just looked at my CV and it’s a page!”

He hesitates, though not enough for the line to click again. “Isn’t that long enough?”

“CVs aren’t resumes,” she informs him patiently, pen twisting between her fingers. “They’re dick measuring contests--”

Her teeth snap around the words, but oh, it’s too late. They’re already out there in the aether, and he’s laughing.

“Now there’s something I didn’t think I’d hear out of you, Miss.” He doesn’t need to sound so pleased about it.

“It’s something my old PI used to say,” she mutters. Oh, Garak would be so proud of herself if she knew. “It’s not very polite, but she’s not, um, wrong.”

“I’m sorry the US government made you under endowed.” His words practically rattle as he says them. “It’s not the size that matters, Miss, but how you use it.”

“Obi,” she huffs. “All the work I’ve done for the past ten years of my life now is attributed to my birth name and my birth name only! According to this CV I have the same level of experience, but less papers than an undergrad! And you can’t tell me that any of these are searchable on PubMed.”

And none of them are first authors, is what she doesn’t say. It’s a petty thing to worry about when her entire academic career is functionally extinct.

“Hm.” His fingers drum quickly on a table. Desk? It’s strange not knowing anything about the man who is her only lifeline. “I’ll look into it.”

“I don’t want to be, um, alarmist, but I can’t get a job with this.” Her hand shakes as she scrolls down her screen. “No one is going to hire a post-doc with a one page CV.”

“Don’t worry, Miss. There’s a plan for this, somewhere.” She can feel his grin when he says, “You can’t be the first academic who’s had to go into hiding.”

She smiles, despite herself. “Considering some of the conferences I’ve been to, I can believe it.”

“Besides, you could always apply to pharmaceuticals.” The very word is like a donkey kick to her gut. “The pay’s supposed to be better--”

“I can’t work for Big Pharma.”

He hesitates. “You...can’t?”

“Obi, they make little old grandmas pay eight hundred dollars for insulin!” She presses a hand to her chest. “Banting and Best didn’t sell the patent for one dollar so that people could get gouged by--”

“I get it, I get it,” he assured her. “Preaching to the choir. But as a safety, I’m sure you could find one that isn’t stealing candy from babies.”

She huffs. “I doubt it.”

He rasps out a laugh. “I’ll see what I can do. As I said, can’t be the first PhD on the lam.”

Her mouth twitches. “Just yours?”

“You are certainly some kind of education, Miss.” He hums. “Give me a day. See what I can turn up.”

“You have two,” she informs him magnanimously. “I have the luncheon tomorrow.”

“Oh, right.” She doesn’t need to see him to know he’s lounging, smug like a cat post-canary. “Looking forward to joining the neighborhood’s Ladies’ Committee?”

“Ha ha,” she drawls flatly. “Very funny.”

He is unnervingly silent on the other end.

“You’re kidding, right?” Her voice certainly does not fill with a nervous quaver. “You guys don’t have things like that around here.”

Obi hums, humoring her.

“W-what would they even do?” She picks nervously at the sticker on her laptop, prying up part of NVIDIA. “Plan potlucks? Organize the Neighborhood Watch? Cotillions?”

She doesn’t know how he makes his grin so palpable over 4G. “Looking forward to your debut, Miss?”

Shirayuki scowls down at her screen. “I think I’m firmly up on the shelf, thank you. Now if you don’t mind, I have cookies to make.”

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #witness protection au #ans #i wanted SO BADLY to get to the ladies lunch this chapter #but a lot of the lead up in here got too long #and in the interest in cutting it at a place that made sense #it all got moved one chapter over #BUT it is almost to where the true conceit of this fic arrives #always a nice place to be

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mickmarstookmyheart · 5 years ago

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Trust

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader Type: angst and then fluff

Summary: You and Mick have been together since Doc hired you as an assistant. 2 years passed and currently you were on tour where Mick had some problem with a groupie.

Gif belongs to @snowluthor

Mötley Crüe has ready given a thousand shows since the start of the tour. They always had a good time playing on stage, though even better behind backstage. Drugs, alcohol, and groupies. However Mick was never the type of person who cheated on his girlfriend or did any drugs. Sometimes when his back was messing with him, he drank a bit more alcohol than he did generally. You just hung up a phone call to arrange with the press to give some interviews. You knew they hated it, but need some more promotion, and since Doc told you you just did your job. You were walking down the hallway to tell this good news to them.

"Vinnie, what do you think about this one?" Nikki was eyeing one of the groupies.

"She is not an object, bass player." Mick murmured, not liking the way they were treating other girls. They were groupies but they were human after all.

"What is it, old man?" Vince was grinning while a blond chick sat in his lap.

"Don't you want a girl to yourself?"

"I have (Y/N), remember?" Mick glared at him and turned his look away when a girl stood in front of him.

"But she is not here, is she?" The girl asked sitting beside him, whispering in his ear.

"She is. Just working."

"Is she doesn't know about this..." She started to massage Mick's thighs. "Then it won't hurt her, right?!"

"Get off." Mick huffed and stood up, heading towards the door. The chick blocked his way and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Are you deaf?" Mick snapped.

"Hey, why don't you leave him alone? There are enough places for all of you, girls." Vince tried to help Mick getaway.

"I will get you whether you like it or not." The groupie cupped Mick's face and kissed him on the lips. Just at the same moment you opened the door and watched the whole scene. The girl turned to see you and smiled from the victory.

"You bitch." Mick cursed and realized you were standing in the door. "(Y/N), it's not what it looks like. I promise." "I hope it worth it." You said walking away from the room. Mick was trying to catch up but you were too fast. "(Y/N), stop! Let me explain, please."

"There is nothing to be explained. I saw what I saw, Mick." You spit. "Tell Doc, I quit." You felt tears running down your cheeks as you were now running. Mick just stood there, not knowing what he could do. He felt his heart breaking from not seeing you again.

"What did she say, Mick?" Tommy asked him, fearing what happened.

"She is gone."

Four years later

"Stop collecting necessary things in the basket, little miss!" You scolded your daughter while doing the shopping. She just giggled watching you. You huffed putting back one of the chocolates when you noticed she ran away. Damn, this child. You started to search for her when you noticed her nagging a guy in one of the alleys.

"I'm so sorry if she bothered you, sir." You said glaring down at your child. "Zoe Alice Smith, how many times do I have to say that no running away in the shop?" You bent down and looked at her with a strict look. "I'm sorry, mummy. I just saw this man whose face is on the living rooms' wall." She said while you picking her up. You gulped and finally took a look at the man.

"(Y/N)?" Mick asked happily. He was glad to see you which you couldn't say about yourself.

"Hey, Mick." You mumbled. "Zoe, go find granny alright?" She nodded and after you put her down she ran away hopefully to her grandma.

"You are a mom, now." Mick was surprised seeing you with a child. He hoped you two would have one, one day.

"Yeah, I'm a mommy." You smiled seeing her with your mother-in-law safe and sound. "So, what are you doing here?" You asked him crossing your arms in front of your chest. Then you saw Mick with that chick, you promised yourself that you won't ever meet him again. You moved out of your shared apartment and even from the state. You found yourself a job where you met your husband and later you had Zoe. You were not that angry at him now, just disappointed.

"Just grabbing some food for the night. You know, those bastards still can't do it for themselves." He joked making you smile. You really missed Vince and the Terror Twins. They always managed to lighten up your day even if you were completely desperate.

"I can imagine. Sorry again if she nagged you."

"No need to apologize." He smiled.

"So, I think I should go. She must be troubling again. Bye." You waved but Mick grabbed your wrist.

"Can we meet sometime?" He asked still holding your hand. You sighed knowing he wouldn't let you go until you say something.

"Mick, I have Zoe and my husband. I barely have time for myself. I have work to do at home. I just can't." You didn't want to mess up with your boyfriend. He was quite a jealous type so if he would see you with Mick, even if it was just only would be a talk. Well, he would be angry.

"Please, just talk." He was now literally begging you.

"Damn it. Alright." You gave up and pulled back your hand from his light grip. "Here is my number." You said while taking one of your company's business card.

"Look at you. You had your own company. I'm impressed." Mick was gazing at the card you gave him. "Then see you soon."

"Sure." You murmured and headed back to your daughter. You wanted to meet him, tho you were quite afraid about your husband, John's reaction to the meeting. Well, why should he know about it?

When you arrived home, you put all the groceries you bought. Zoe was sitting on the counter helping you handing the goods. She was holding two oranges in front of her eyes and she had a banana in her mouth. You giggled taking two apples as she did with the oranges. When she saw you, she giggled and started to throw some nuts from the basket beside her.

"This means war, little miss." You said with a threatening voice. You took one of the cutting boards as a shield and a kitchen spoon like a sword and poked gently her belly. She dramatically laid back on the counter giggling.

"I'm dead, oh my." You adored your little drama queen. She was giggling more when she saw his dad with a white towel in his hand.

"I surrender. I came to offer peace. No more harm." He was yelling loudly. "We won't accept it!" You yelled back giving your Zoe a spoon to "defend" herself from the fight.

"Oh, really? In this case, I think I will have to beat you." He rolled up his sleeve and knotted the towel on his head if he was a ninja. He started to run towards you and picked up both Zoe and you heading to the couch. You all were happy.

Mick was laying on his couch drinking a beer. He was watching the TV and was thinking about you. The days you two were happy together, the hotels and all the new countries you discovered during the tours. And then his mind was on the moment you disappeared from his sight on the day you split. He cursed himself since then. Tommy and Vince were asking him constantly if they could help to explain to you the things which truly happened, but he said no. He knew that you were too stubborn to even listen to them. The tour continued as the parties. Mick barely attended one or two, he usually just stayed in his hotel room. He laid with some groupies, after all, he was a man and he had needs, but he was so drunk he didn't remember them. He was gazing at the phone on the table beside him and decided to call you. At first, he was hesitating not wanting to bother you and your family but then he changed his mind and dialed the number you gave him.

"Is this (Y/N)?" Mick asked on the phone.

"No, it's her husband. Who is this exactly?" John was frustrated. Why a guy was calling his wife? He didn't like it.

"It's... I'm one of her colleagues. I'm Mick M.. Mick Lee." He facepalmed not believing he said Lee was his surname. Mick wasn't sure if he should tell the truth so he lied. "Can you please hand her? There are a few things which we have to discuss the project..we are doing." Mick hoped the man on the other side of the phone would believe him. John narrowed his eyes then he called for you.

"Some Mick Lee is looking for you. He said it's about your project." You tried your best not to laugh at the name.

"Thanks. Can you please go and watch over Zoe? She has some drawing problems." You hoped he will be truly dealing with her and not paying on the conversation you will have.

"Of course. Love you." He said placing a kiss on your forehead. Mick just rolled his eyes and sighed. After John got out of sight, you smiled.

"Hello, Mick Lee." You giggled.

"Hi, (Y/N)." He smiled hearing your voice.

"So why did you call?"

"To discuss where we will meet. You didn't forget it, did you?"

"No, just teasing. So there is a café in the building I have the center of my company. We could meet there if it's good."

"It's perfect. And how are you?" Mick hoped you would at least talk a bit.

"Good. But I have to go. See you tomorrow." You hung up the phone and laid on the wall with your back. You closed your eyes and was thinking about what you will say to your husband. John was a good guy and you loved him with your whole heart but he could be quite overbearing sometimes.

The next day

You told John that you would have an urgent conference meeting and that you wouldn't be at home. He believed it since you were the CEO so it was almost a weekly routine. When you parked your car you said hello to the guard. From the outside, you could see Mick sitting in one of the booths. You entered the café and made your way to him. There was hardly anyone in the facility so no fangirls could ruin this meeting.

"Good morning, Mick. Sorry for being late, I had to drop Zoe to her grandma." You apologized. Mick stood up and helped you take off your coat.

"No problem. So how are you." He asked before the waiter approached your table.

"Good morning, Mrs. Smith and Sir."

"Hello, Richard." You looked up at him and was smiling on his face he made at Mick. "I would like the usual, please."

"Sure, miss. And you, sir?" He asked Mick.

"Black coffee. No sugar, no milk. Thanks." After Richard left Mick looked puzzled. "Why is he was looking at me like that?" He asked you.

"Cause he likes rock music so I assume you looked familiar to him." Mick hummed playing with his sunglasses on the table. "And I think he isn't used to seeing me with a company or other else than John."

"Your husband, I guess?"

"Yes." You answered not understanding why he was so concerned about him. You were supposed to stay single after you two broke up or what?

"Sounded like a cool guy." You raised one of your eyebrows. "Anyway, thank you for lying to him. He would be more suspicious now if you had told him the truth."

"So he knows you worked with us?"

"I had to tell him." You looked at him thinking back to those days. You missed the constant travels and concerts. "Cause he is a fan of you. He likes Mötley Crüe to the moon and back." Mick raised on his eyebrows and snickered.

"Well, that's awkward," Mick said.

"Don't make it even worse, please. I'm aware of it." You hid your face in your palms. You liked the way he made you laugh and being yourself. Whenever you were hanging out with John you had to be the strict and boss woman he fell in love with. He rarely saw your real side. The goofy and rocker self. Yesterday was one of the days you showed it to him. Richard broke the silence by handing out the coffees you ordered. He still had his on Mick.

"I'm sorry, sir but you are not...?" He asked rubbing the back of his head.

"Richard!" You snapped.

"It's okay, (Y/N). Well, I am."

"What, boss lady? He is Mick freaking Mars! You didn't him?" He was fangirling, well rather fanboying.

"I'm aware of who I'm talking to, you know."

"Can you please sign it, please?" Richard was holding his hat and Mick signed it happily. So much for no fangirl bothering us.

"Okay, Richard. Now you can fuck off. Thank you."

"Sure, miss. And thank you, Mr. Mars." You were glaring at Mick who was still smiling.

"What? He is a fan." He asked. You weren't angry because Richard asked for an autograph, but the fact he might tell about Mick to John. And you didn't want that.

"By the way, you already know almost everything about me. Now, I would like to about you." You took a sip from your cappuccino and were looking at Mick curiously.

"I would like to ask first." You sighed knowing he would somehow change the topic.

"What?"

"Why Zoe told in the shop that I'm on the wall?"

"I have already told you that. John is also a Crüehead."

"So I guess he attends concerts, too? With you?"

"He indeed attends. But not with me. I...I haven't been able to go to a concert since...since we broke up." You took the cup down on the table and felt your face burn. "After every concert when he talks about you and the guys, my heart just breaks, you know. I desperately wanted to be there with him, since your music was truly amazing. But I couldn't see you, the way those chicks looking at you from the crowd during the concerts after what happened. After what you did with one of them." You snapped, you felt the anger took over.

"What I did? You still don't know what happened right? Why would you know." He said loudly.

"Why, what happened?"

"That chick kissed me yes. But I had already refused her many times before telling her that I had you. Even Vince tried to help me but that bitch kissed. And you opened the door and then you already know what happened after." You were looking down feeling ashamed. "That's what I wanted to explain but you didn't even listen." Your hands were shaking and felt guilty. If you had listened to Mick, you would have been still together. Maybe have Zoe with him. It was your dream, but you had to face the truth.

"I'm sorry, Mick. I truly do. It was just so obvious to me. I couldn't imagine other reasonable reasons for you kissing that chick."

"Well, we can't change the past." He leaned closer and put his hand on yours on the table. "But we still figure it out, now. Together." Your heart skipped a beat feeling his touch.

"Do you have any ideas about what you are asking?" You snapped feeling the tears in your eyes. "You ask me to leave my husband, my daughter, my family. I just-just can't." You stood up and left the table. Mick didn't make the same mistake he did years ago. He didn't follow you then and maybe if he had been more persistent then he would have you now.

"I know all of that. I'm aware it's a lot to ask." You were shaking from the thing happening around you and from the cold. You were standing next to your car.

"You are talking about him, your husband if you wouldn't like him. For the fuck's sake, I'm sure you don't love him. I can see it."

"Don't fucking tell me who I love and not. You don't know anything about my present self. I'm a mother and I can't tear apart my family. I can't ruin her life. And I do like John. I also can't leave my job. I struggled a lot to get there where I am now." You sniffed. Mick stood closer.

"Shh. It's okay. Just calm down. I don't like seeing you cry." He said before cupping your face and kissing you. You gasped and didn't kiss him back at first. When you kissed him back later, he hummed surprising that you kissed him back. You almost melted in his hug. You were still in love with him, even if you didn't want to admit it.

"(Y/N)?" You heard your husband. The blood froze in your veins. You glanced at him and you could see him holding a bouquet of roses in front of you. Shit.

Next part!

tags: @leatherandheels

#Motley Crue #motley crue imagine #motley crue x reader #mick mars imagine #mick mars x reader #mick mars #nikki sixx #vince neil #tommy lee #glamrock #80srock

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years ago

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[created by: joybucket]

What was the last thing you ate? This Little Debbie’s snack called Banana Twins.

What is one thing you're a hoarder of? I have giraffe stuffed animals all over my room.

Do you collect magazine clippings? I did when I was in middle school and some of high school. I used to love making collages with them.

What rating do you normally give surveys? I don’t rate them, I just take them. <<<

Name someone you wish acted the way he/she used to. Myself?

Have you ever worked in food service? No.

What was your favorite job that you've had? I haven’t had a job.

Does your stomach hurt currently? A little.

What's one medication condition that you have? I think you mean medical condition? One is chronic pain.

Do you forget passwords a lot? No, I keep them written down.

What is the most you've ever weighed? I’m not sure. Not more than 100lbs.

Do you plan your wedding on Pinterest? No. I don’t even plan on getting married.

Would you want your first child to be a girl or a boy? I don’t want kids.

Who are the cutest babies on Facebook? My baby cousins.

Do you refer to coral as pink, orange, salmon, or coral? I refer to it as coral.

Name someone whom you wish would apologize to you. There isn’t anyone.

Do you own a record player? Nope.

Do you have many regrets? Yes. :/

Do you wish your regrets would stop coming back to haunt you? Sigh. I don’t know how to ever get over them. Some of them have really impacted me in a long-lasting, negative way.

Have you had any regrets in the past week? Yes.

Have you ever been mad at God? Yes. :/

If you don't have a car, do you feel like you're missing out? No.

What is your favorite cousin's name? I don’t have a favorite cousin.

Who do you wish were your best friend? My best friend is my mom and I love that.

Would you ever consider moving to L.A.? Nooo.

List 5 other names that start with the same letter of your name. Samantha, Stephen, Samuel, Sydney, and Savannah.

Have you ever known anyone who's name started with a "Y"? Yes.

^If yes, what was it? Yolanda.

Did you hear laurel or yanny? I don’t remember.

Owls or penguins? Penquins.

What is your go-to comfort food? Ramen.

What is the best coffee shop in your town? I’m just a basic bitch and go to Starbucks, ha.

Do you prefer Pinterest or Tumblr? Tumblr.

Do you think blonde is the best hair color? No, but I like it.

In your opinion, what is the best hair color? I like dyeing my hair red.

If applicable, what is the name of your YouTube channel? I have one, but I don’t upload videos. I just use it to subscribe, like, comment, and make playlists if I want.

Do you wear glasses? I do.

What's one nickname you have? Sis.

What's one thing you miss? My childhood.

Do you have a favorite spot in church? I haven’t physically been to church in quite a long time.

Who was the biggest bully in your high school? I don’t recall. It wasn’t like how it’s portrayed in the movies where the bully stomped around campus or something and it was made known to everyone who they were. Which news story has still stuck with you years later, and why? Hmm.

Have you ever REALLY had a celebrity crush? I’ve had many celebrity crushes.

Did you ever have to wear a school uniform? Only in preschool.

Do you collect washi tape? No.

Tell me something random that happened to you today. Nothing so far.

If you're a girl, are you on your period? No.

Are there any balloons in the room you're in right now? Nope.

Do you have the windows open? No.

What's one good name for a new puppy? I have to see the puppy and get a vibe.

Would you collect antiques if you were rich? Maybe some things.

Did you dream last night? Yeah. I don’t remember what they were about, though. I rarely do.

Do you forget dreams or remember them? (or do you not dream?) I forget them more often than not.

What color is your phone? Gold.

Do you often have your phone on vibrate? No.

Name something that gives you headaches. The smell of Sharpie marker. <<< And other strong smells like shoe cleaner, nail polish remover, a lot of cleansing products, and strong perfumes and room sprays.

Do you have a secret hiding spot? No.

Have you ever lived in a place that had a secret passageway? No.

Did you play with legos as a kid? I did.

If applicable, what color is the rim of your bedroom mirror? Pink.

Can you be scatterbrained? Yes. My brain is a jumbled mess.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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kamisero-yellow · 5 years ago

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Prism

(1632 words, Mina Ashido x Sero Hanta. Sero thinks he’s plain and Mina explains all the ways in which he’s colourful. Prompt by @kannra21 )

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“Kirishima’s hair is naturally black.”

“Huh?” Mina says, roused by the apparent spontaneity of Sero’s comment.

“He dyes his hair, right? You knew him back in middle school. Why did he dye his hair?”

“Hmm,” Mina chews her lip in thought, “I think he felt too… ordinary, you know? Like he didn’t stand out enough to be a hero.” When she looks over at her friend she could see his features twist in discomfort. At her words? Had she said something wrong?

“Do you think that you have to stand out to be a hero?” Sero asks, his black eyes not really watching what’s playing on the TV.

“Honestly? It helps, but I don’t think it’s totally necessary. I mean, look at Aizawa-sensei. Half of us didn’t know he existed before we came here, and look how cool a hero he is. Though, I think being flashy helps a lot in other areas. I guess some people might consider it a part of the job.”

There is silence beside her, and it is disconcerting to hear emptiness where Sero would usually add a smart comment or observation. When she turns to look at him she notices his face pointed slightly down, a serious expression on his face made only more intense by the blue light of the television. It’s playing the news; something about a villain heist in Denmark. The reflected images of rugged Scandinavian heroes dance across Sero’s irises.

Mina tilts her head, a little unsure what to say. This isn’t the Sero she’s used to. The quiet, contemplative Sero. It’s a rarity, really, but now there’s an added emotional burden that she feel’s too stupid to pinpoint.

Instead of trying to read him mind she puts a hand gently on his forearm and asks, “is something wrong?”

A few moments pass before he speaks. “Everyone says I’m plain. It’s almost like being plain is my one defining feature. It’s the thing that Present Mic mentioned during the sports festival, and Bakugou keeps on reminding me again and again that I’m plain. It’s not like I mind but… maybe I do a little.”

“Oh Sero,” Mina says finally, welling with sympathy.

“I just… am I really cut out to be a hero if people can barely remember my face? It’s not like I have a flashy quirk, or can do anything special at all. I’m useful – I know that – but the more I learn about being a hero, the more I feel like being useful isn’t enough. You have to be,” he gestures wildly, reaching for the words to describe the image he’s envisioned, “you have to be bigger than reality. Brighter than colour. Loud and strong and ridiculous in some sort of way.

“I guess what I’m saying is that when I’m surrounded by so many colourful people, I can’t help but feel washed out sometimes. Washed out and useless.”

It is so unusual to hear such a bleak tone from Sero it makes Mina uneasy. It’s not like she can relate. If Sero’s talking about being colourless, Mina is anything but, but in a way she feels like she can understand. It’s something she’d seen in Kirishima’s transformation between middle school and high school, and something, strangely enough, she’s felt in herself when her expectations for her hero training run far higher than her actual capability. It’s something all students of the hero course will inevitably bear, even if Sero’s is exemplified by how at first glance he does seem plain.

But Mina has glanced at Sero more than just once, and she can see the colours shifting below the surface of his skin.

The hand she has on his arm curls into a firm grip so that the boy will look at her as she speaks, and just to make sure she leans forward. “You always smell like cedarwood and orange. It’d be weird on anyone else, but it suits you. And your hair too. I can’t imagine anyone else making that style actually look good.”

Sero grimaces, “is that meant to be a compliment?”

“And you’re tall as hell, but really slim.”

“Lanky.”

“Slim. And graceful! You’re not bulky, but you’re still one of the stronger boys in the class, and you’re good at everything – strength, stamina, agility; don’t think I don’t notice when you do splits when the other boys can barely touch their toes during cool down exercises. Honestly? You’re kind of hot,” she admits, flustered but determined to beat some sense into her friend, even at the expense of her own humility. “Without you around there would always be an awkward silence. You work well with everyone and when you’re there the team becomes ten times stronger. There would be a lot of things we wouldn’t have achieved if you weren’t there. You and you’re strange, weird, stupidly cool quirk. That your parents named you after, because they’re just that cool.”

Sero’s face is bright red, “M-Mina, this isn’t-”

“And,” she says, knowing the next point is the final, monumental blow, “the girls definitely thought you had the best room out of all of the boys.”

Sero groans in embarrassment an arm thrown over his face, a bulky elbow sticking up in the air, back arching as he squirms. “I can’t believe you’re like this.”

“Like what?” Mina asks innocently.

“You’re doing it! That clueless look in your eyes, sitting all properly as if you don’t know exactly what you’re doing!” Sero points in exasperation.

She feels smug but doesn’t let it show. Anyone else might think that her staring with her black scleras and luminous yellow eyes was unnerving, but Sero was one of the minority who found himself disarmed by her wide-eyed expressions.

“I really like you, you know,” Mina adds softly.

Deflating, Sero slumps back into the sofa again, a smile on his face, his cheeks still warm from the barrage of compliments. “I really like you too.”

And that was that. Nothing unusual amongst friends. Just a guy and a girl enjoying each other’s company and supporting each other. Loving each other. Gods knew they’d been through enough to become as close as they were.

That is what any sane person would have thought, but Hagakure is a fiend for gossip and even though it had truly been a complete accident that she overheard the tail end of their conversation and gleefully come to her own conclusion. Without even grabbing the snack she’d come down for she bounds up the stairs back to her own room, where she heads immediately for her phone to text create a group chat with everyone but Mina and Sero.

Hagakure: Yo guys mina just confessed to sero

Hagakure: And

Hagakure: He confessed back

Hagakure: The ship sails ~

She puts down her phone and rolls onto her back, grinning as she thought about how happy everyone would be now that the undeniable tension between the two was resolved. It had been annoying the past few months, seeing Mina look longingly at Sero as he laughed with Kirishima and Kaminari, and to watch how Sero always seemed to blush a little when talking to Mina.

Kaminari: WHAT???

Kaminari: Really?

Jirou: It’s about time

Midoriya: Congratulations!!

Iida: Yes. Congratulations!

Hagakure: guys they’re not in this chat

The next day the entire class’ eyes are on the alleged couple as they went through their morning routine. It seems strange how nothing seems to have changed. Whilst the two share a smile with each other, Sero slumps down on the sofa next to Kirishima eating a banana while Mina chats with the girls at the table. Kirishima and Uraraka exchange a confused glance.

“I can go sit at the table if you like, man,” Kirishima grins at Sero conspiratorially, “so Mina can sit here?”

“Eh, why?” Sero tilts his head with a laugh.

“Well, you know…”

“I really don’t.”

Jirou leans back in her chair with a groan. “Guys, just because they’re dating doesn’t mean they’re gonna be all over each other constantly. That’s kind of – ugh – a good thing.”

A heartbeat of silence, and then Mina and Sero exclaim twin ‘what’s.

“D-dating,” Sero says as if the very idea if terrifying.

“Me and Sero?” Mina asks.

“Eh, but you confessed yesterday,” Hagakure pipes up out of nowhere (literally). “Oh, sorry, I accidentally overheard. It was cute how much you were complimenting him Mina.”

“Oh my god,” Sero moans, “they think we confessed.”

His and Mina’s eyes meet, and for a moment it seems as if they have a twin realisation that dating each other didn’t seem too much of a stretch. When they look away, they’re both redder for it.

Mina giggles, “Hagakure, you totally got the wrong end of the stick.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes!” Mina says in exasperation.

But maybe once she’s gotten over the initial embarrassment of this, she might give it a second thought. Its not as if she was lying when she so enthusiastically complimented Sero. She can barely keep her eyes off him, if she’s honest. He may not be the showiest, handsomest, smartest guy in the class, but he’s Sero, and that makes him special. That makes him enough. When she glances up at him again she notices his eyes already on her. They lock gazes for a second and electricity fills the space between them, even though Kaminari is out jogging with Iida and Yaoyorozu.

The contemplation on his face doesn’t offend her. Her boy isn’t the fastest, after all, and if he hadn’t realised how compatible they were before, he surely does now. Mina notes with satisfaction how his complexion brightens with the attention.

Yes, in a few days, when this has all blown over, she’ll ask him out. And she knows already what his answer will be.

#fanfiction #drabble #mina ashido #sero hanta #sero hanta x mina ashido #seromina #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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amwritesitall · 5 years ago

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Sarah Paulson AHS Characters as Rex Orange County Songs

Masterlist

Here’s another shit post, but they’re hella fun to make. These explanations aren’t as in depth as the Hozier ones. For the Hozier post I was having some big thoughts at 3 am.

Billie Dean Howard

“Loving is Easy”

Loving is easy You had me fucked up It used to be so hard to see Yeah, loving is easy When everything's perfect Please don't change a single little thing for me

This song gives me big being in a relationship with Billie vibes. I don’t have much to base this off of, but just trust me.

“Paradise”

Don’t miss me when I’m dead Live life and don’t think twice Don’t miss me when I’m gone I’ll see you soon in paradise When I leave you Take my last few pennies And buy yourself something nice Because, before you know it We’ll be together again Forever in paradise

Billie is a psychic. She wants to love hard while she’s on this earth and isn’t too worried about what happens after. She likes living in the moment while she can and when time’s up, she believes she’ll see you in whatever comes next.

Lana Winters

“Corduroy Dreams”

How could I ignore you? Trust me I adore you We’re swimming through our dreams Kiss me in the shower For a couple hours Though we’re only sixteen And sit down beside me Don’t call me daddy Cause that’s just fucking weird Promise that you'll stay here You and I can lay here Until the end of time

This has big vibes of what being in a relationship with Lana would be like. Don’t call Lana Banana “daddy,” but like stay and lay with her “until the end of time.”

“Always”

It took a while to see that I was in need Of help from somebody else but she keeps Reminding me that I'm not the only one

That there will always be a part of me that's holding on And still believes that everything is fine And that I'm living a normal life But until somebody sits me down And tells me that I'm different now I'll always be the way I always am

This gives me post Asylum vibes. Lana has become a famous reporter and sometimes she has to face the fact that after everything that happened has changed her. Everything she went through was shitty and I feel like she’s the type of person to avoid what happened, ignoring all she went through.

“It’s Not the Same Anymore”

My life was simple before I should be happy, of course But things just got much harder Now it's just hard to ignore It's not the same anymore It's not the same anymore It's not the same, but it's not a shame 'cause

I spend a long time putting up with people Putting on my best face It's only normal when you stop things in the wrong way It's only four o'clock and still, it's been a long day I just wanna hit the hay People knocking on me like every day I'm tired of taking stress

This follows a bit of the same reasoning as the song before this. This is more Lana coming to terms with everything she’s been through and what all is going on in her life now as a famous reporter. Her life is not the same as it was. It’s better, but things are still so different and she’s working like crazy.

Cordelia Goode

“Stressed Out”

They wanna take what's yours They wanna go for dinner on your name They wanna see me stressed out every day, I know it They wanna lie and still be friends But when you're at your worst, they're not there And you discovered that they don't care

This makes me think of all the stress that comes with being the Supreme. I feel like it’s sort of like winning the lottery is sometimes. On one hand she has all this power, but on the other that power causes a lot of people to try and use you to get to it. Cordelia has to be cautious because some people want to get close to her for the wrong reasons.

“Pluto Projector”

The great protector Is that what I'm supposed to be? What if all this counts for nothing Everything I thought I'd be? What if by the time I realize It's too far behind to see? Seventy-mil projector I can show you everything, yeah And we're on our way to glory Where the show won't ever end And the encore lasts forever And it's time we're due to spend

Cordelia handling all that comes with being the Supreme in the first half of the lyrics. Then her finding love, wanting it to last forever in the second half. There’s also extra angst in the since that one day there will be a new Supreme and she will have to leave her significant other behind to fulfill her final duties as Supreme.

“New House”

I can see us in a house next year (You'll be) making your mind up You can figure out what goes where (And stay) keeping it real with me all the time All the while, they can't touch me anyway So I'll be holding it down with you every day

I feel like this describes what a relationship with Cordelia would be like once she has finally found that person she can trust. She just wants to settle down and be with her love at the Academy with all her girls.

Bette and Dot Tattler

“Television / So Far So Good”

Hey, I’m not afraid, I can be myself and I Hope you can be yourself as well, ‘cause I can make you feel alright And there was so much happiness that we were still yet to find I said that you can call me Alex, baby, welcome to my life

The beginning of the song gave me big vibes of the twins finding someone that loves and accepts them. Later in the song I also get Billie Dean vibes BUT the beginning makes me think of Bette and Dot.

Sally McKenna

“10/10″

I had to think about my oldest friends Now, I no longer hang with them And I can't wait to be home again I had a year that nearly sent me off the edge I feel like a five, I can't pretend But if I get my shit together this year Maybe I'll be a ten

I did it again, I did it again No control over my emotions One year on and I still can't focus

This song is kind of saying I’ve had a hard time, but I’m not having a hard time right now and I feel like this fits Sally. Sally is out here trying to fix herself damn it. Social media is making her try and find better things in life besides drugs. I could be crazy, but I don’t know. This is just my thinking.

“4 Seasons”

Who am I to judge The people who don't care for me When I don't care about them either? And who am I to judge The friends that I once thought I knew? They're all off doing what they wanna do I'm falling to pieces When I'm on my own Even though I'm a walking emotion And I can't go a day without you I saw myself as less and you so high above me But I hope that you can learn to love me

Angsty Sally just wants love, but she also tends to push people away at times. I don’t know. These lyrics scream Sally to me.

Audrey Tindall

“Face to Face”

She calmed me down that night I freaked out We stayed up, I threw up in that house She woke up face-to-face from the bed Two in the en-suite, one in the early She was like eight hours ahead Two different countries, slept in a one-piece Baby boy in full effect And you couldn't see me, call back, repeat That's all thanks to poor connection Fun for me, no Most time, it's a pain in the neck I said it's not that fun, see Everything makes me wanna quit while I'm ahead

The struggles of being in a long distance relationship! This is something I’m sure Audrey has to deal with a lot due to her job. Her being off somewhere filming, having to leave her loved one behind.

“Laser Lights”

I might eat breakfast here before I move on Laser lights all around me when I get the chance To get my groove on Dancing by myself, I still take my shoes off And ignore it 'til I feel alright And I might get restless if I stay for too long I would up and leave this fuckin' bullshit If it meant that I could see her Dancing to the shit that sounds nothing like me, huh? Dancing to the shit I like

For some reason this gives me Audrey vibes? The line about dancing by yourself makes me think of her. This is more of a vibe reasoning.

Ally Mayfair-Richards

“Uno”

Some people concentrate on style too much But I think I just force myself to smile too much And that should soon end for the best I wanna live my life with no stress Love life and feel blessed

My jaw hurts a lot because I grind it with stress I was an idiot recently and lost a lot of my friends Nothing brings me joy and nothing makes me smile

This makes me think of prime stressed Ally in the middle of season seven, but also prime stressed political leader Ally. When she gets carried away with how stressful her job is and she just wants to be able to enjoy time with son.

“It Gets Better”

Looking back, I guess that ignorance was a breeze I thought I knew everything but I was naive

Look at us now, I'm proud of you Oh-oh, she's on her way towards me That means it all gets better soon I hope my world feels better soon You let me do what I needed to So this one's for you 'Cause even when my worst traits get in the way You're here to help me feel safe I don't need to be with anyone else I don't need to explain No, I don't need to explain

Post Cult Ally? I feel like this low key could describe parts of her journey. Eventually her finding some peace with a new person she loves and loves her.

“Green Eyes, Pt. II”

See money is the only motive But money is a sin and I loath it The reason we're waiting for something The only reason why people are hungry, child People are hungry now Money, the reason that we can't make money The reason why a prick is running the country No matter when you hear this note There's always gonna be a prick running this country But you better get your votes in

Ally is a political gal. She’s critical of the government and how things are being run and this song fits that. It’s a bit cliche to give this one to Ally, but it fits. The second half also really fits the tone of season seven.

Wilhemina Venable

“Sunflower”

I want to know Where I can go When you're not around And I'm feeling down So won't you stay for a moment So I can say I, I need you so

Mina’s insecurities with looovvee. That’s it. That’s the reasoning.

“Every Way”

I care about you, in every way I can You know I'm troubled, but I know you can understand I'm sorry for the strain No one prepares you for the way in which things change But you've been amazing, saw me through my darkest stage And you always forgave me And now you love me just the same

Pure wholesome Mina about the person she loves! I will fight anyone who wants to debate this. This is her once she’s vulnerable and open with the one she loves. She’s a lot sometimes, but damn does she love them.

“Know Love”

I just wanna know love Mother won't you tell me When will I know love? Baby please forgive me Not able to show love There ain't no love for me I just wanna know love

Mina has never really experience that much love in her life. Even her childhood wasn’t filled with love, so when she finally finds someone, it’s hard for adapt to what love is. She wants to love and be loved, but it takes time for her to figure out what exactly that looks and feels like.

You might like: Sarah Paulson AHS Characters as Khalid Songs or Sarah Paulson AHS Characters as Hozier Songs

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zi-i-think · 4 years ago

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8 | Reunions

Pairing: Zuko x Ama (OC)

Word Count: 5800+

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~ Ama ☾ ~

My heart thumped loudly in my chest while I ran across the dense forest. Sweat dripped all across my forehead. My hand wiped across it while I tried to control my breathing. I don't know how much longer I could go. Every time I thought I lost her, she was right there.

I looked over my shoulder. There was no one there, but she couldn't be far behind. I needed to plan. I jumped behind a thick tree. 'I can make a surprise attack when she runs past using twin swords. It will give her less time to think.' I thought.

I took the time to catch my breath. And wait. But she never came. There was no sound coming from the forest. My eyebrows were furrowed as I peaked out from the tree. The only movement was from the wind in the trees.

I opened my waterskin and bent the water out, creating twin swords in my hand. Taking soft and balances steps, I left my hiding place, scanning my surroundings.

The tables were turned on me. I didn't expect her to jump from a tree branch behind me and kick the icy sword from my left hand. I turned around sharply and with one sword in my hand, I swung. She swiftly bent back, the blade flying above her face. And when she stood back up, her body turned, grabbing my wrist tightly.

This woman was incredibly strong. She was no earthbender, but just like the other citizens of the earth kingdom, she was strong and unmoving. And that mentally was the same physically. Her grip felt like a whole polar bear dog around my wrist.

Dropping my second sword, she swiped a foot underneath me from behind, making me fall on my back with her on top. Her hand was still tight around my wrist and she pinned it above my head. I used my free hand to try and punch her, but her reflexes stopped my hand and pinned it above my head right next to the other one.

"Gotcha, darling." Her honey-like voice teased as a smirk tugged at her pinkish-orange lips. Her red hair was a mess from the fight earlier and the chasing. "I told you. You can't win."

No way would I let this woman over power me. Her legs were on both sides of my waist, which didn't allow me to sweep her legs and flip her over. But I knew one weakness of hers.

I smirked at her and then leaned up, kissing her lips. Her eyes widened in surprise, and I took that second of shock and flipped her over. My hands grabbed her wrists and my legs were on either side of her waist. I was in the position she was just in moments ago.

"Looks like I got you." I raised an eyebrow and a taunting, mischievous smirk.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You cheated."

I laughed as I got off of her. "How did I cheat?" I played dumb while holding out a hand for her to grab and pull her off the ground.

"You can't kiss someone to win a fight." She grumbled, wiping the dirt off her tunic.

"Well, it's effective." I giggled. She sent me a playful glare. "But we both know that would have beat your ass if I could use actual waterbending."

"You asked about learning more hand-to-hand and weapons combat." She pointed out and put a hand on her hip. "Just don't go kissing your enemies."

"Why not." I teased, taking a step closer to her. Just to see what she'll do.

She rolled her green eyes, again, and took the extra step closer to me. Her hand slipped around my waist and pulled my body closer to hers. "Cause I don't want someone else kissing what's mine."

"What's yours?" I asked softly. "I'm not property."

"It's a mutual thing." She leaned in closer, her lips so close to my ear. "You don't kiss anyone as long as you're mine, and I don't kiss anyone as long as I'm yours."

She then placed a kiss on my smiling lips. Our lips molded perfectly together. She smelled so sweet. Like roses and... smoke?

My eyes jolted open and I woke up. It was just a dream. No. Not a dream. A memory. My arm instinctively reached to my right. Where she would have been. But there was just empty space. The bed I was in was small, so half my arm hung off the bed.

I moaned as I got up from the hard bed. My eyes fell on the incense burner on the bedside table. So that was the smell. It was almost done burning, so someone must have come in a while ago to light it. Probably Shemi. She was a very early riser and always tried to make herself useful.

My eyes followed the trail of smoke to the spot above my bed. A sheathed sword was placed in the empty space, standing on two nails imbedded into the plain beige walls. I tried not to stare at it for too long, and moved to look out the window.

The sun was just starting to rise outside and I knew I had to get up already. I put on my lavender tunic and kimono. Soon time before leaving the South Pole to start my self discovery, my clothing went from it's classic blue to a pleasant purple.

With just the clothes on my back and my long hair in a loose braid I was ready for my day. I stepped out of my room and maneuvered through the halls till I could feel the cold breeze of the outdoors. My breath slowly escaped from my lips at the calm and beautiful view.

The Eastern Air Temple truly had one of the most breathtaking sights. The mountains were covered in clouds, especially in the mornings. The senrise left a yellow-orange hue in the sky and faded into a dark blue. And the temple had a different perspective from each of the different buildings on the three mountains it sat on.

After the war, one of Aang's missions was restoring the Air Temples to their former glory. There were Air Acolytes in each temple, always working to clean and fix things up.

I drank in the sight until it disappeared. Then I went to the dinning room for breakfast. This was every morning for me for the past months. I stood out like a sore thumb with my purple clothes. Everyone else wore the yellow and orange clothing, showing that they were all Air Acolytes. I was just Ama.

I grabbed a banana from a bowl at the buffet table and went to take a seat by two of my friends. Pohu and Shemi. I didn't say anything at first, I didn't want to interrupt their discussion on an upcoming mediation circle.

Pohu was a young man from the small town, Sa Ling. Growing up in an abusive home situation, that no one knew the full extent of, brought him here to the temple. He was the quiet, serious type. Always thinking things through before acting and speaking.

Shemi was quite the opposite. She was bubbly and talkative. Sometimes she overstepped her boundaries, true, but there wasn't a single person who didn't enjoy her company. She was the middle child in a family of 7. In Ba Sing Se, she spent most of her teen years working to help support her family in the lower ring of the city.

"-and we can use the myrrh incense sticks." Pohu finished planning and took a sip of his tea.

"Sounds like a plan." Shemi grinned, satisfied that they have it all planned. "Are you coming to the mediation today, Ama?" She turned to me.

"Yeah, probably." I returned the smile. "Speaking of incense, did you light a rose scented one in my room this morning?"

"No." Shemi answered with a shrug. "Sounds like something I'd do, but I actually slept in a bit today."

"Huh." I furrowed my eyebrows with some confusion. "Then who did?"

"Dunno." Shemi said. "There's tons of Air Acolytes here, maybe someone was just being nice."

"Yeah well I don't want anyone coming in my room. No matter how nice they were being." Pohu frowned.

"I'm sure it's not a big deal." Shemi said. She was probably right. Besides, it wasn't like any of the Air Acolytes had bad intentions.

"Well, I'll be going now. I have some things to do on the other mountain." Pohu chugged the rest of his tea and stood up. "See you guys at the evening meditation." He waved as he walked away.

I saw the glimmer in Shemi's brown eyes as she waved back at him. "So when are you planning to ask him out?" I smirked at her, breaking off a piece of my banana.

A slight red found its way onto my friends cheeks as she cleared her throat. "Pohu would never agree to a date." She claimed, still trying to give me an 'I'm fine' smile. "He's too concerned with other things."

"I still think you should go for it." I urged. "The two of you already make a great team on your chores and obligations. You'd make a great couple."

Shemi chuckled with some nerves and tried to hide her blush with her brown hair. "Maybe another day."

Taking the last bite from my banana, I stand up from the table. "Welp. Time to get to work."

"Yeah, I'll be with the flying bisons today. Onga should be due any day now." She also stood up next to me and we started walking out of the dinning hall together.

"Aww. Baby flying bison." A grin found my face and my hand intertwined under my chin. "That's so exciting."

"Everyone's excited about it. After all, they are endangered."

"Let me know if I can be of any assistance. I'll be gardening today. We got some white lotus seeds from the Southern Air Temple and I've been dying to plant them."

Shemi giggled as we approached the intersection of the hallway where we'd go our separate ways. "I'll see you later." The Air Acolyte waved making a left and going down the hall while I went to my right and into one of the common gardens.

There were already a few of the other Air Acolytes there, digging holes and placing the seeds. I went right to work on my own patch of dirt. Some of the others wore gloves or used garden trowels. But I liked the feeling of dirt on my hands. The feeling of it makes me feel content and more connected to the earth. It grounds me to nature and to life.

I spent some time planting with a clear mind. But the familiar sound of a chirping animal pricked my ear. I looked over to the tree in the middle of the grassy courtyard and saw my favorite flying lemur; Momo. As soon as the furry animal saw me looking at him with a grin, he jumped down to the ground and zipped to me.

I giggled while he scurried up my body till he rested on my shoulder, pulling on my hair. "It's good to see you too, Momo." I laughed, petting his head. "Wait, if you're here then that must mean..." I trailed off and I grinned widely. I slid my hands together rapidly to get rid of the dirt and the fur from my hands before bolting away from the gardens.

The acolytes must have thought I was crazy. There were dozens of flying lemurs at the temple. But I knew Momo. I mean, it's kinda hard not to spot him after knowing the little guy for so long.

When I sprinted through the halls, Momo jumped from my shoulder and flew above me. The little lemur led me right to the flying bison stables. To my left in one of the stalls, Appa stood, chomping away at a whole bundle of hay.

"Appa!" I exclaimed and ran to him. I fell onto his head with my arms wide to give him a hug. The bison roared happily. "Where's Aang?"

My question was answered when I heard voices a couple of stalls away. Jumping up, I ran over and skid to a stop when I arrived at the stall. And sure enough, there was Aang crouching besides the very pregnant Onga. But not just him. Katara, too.

"Ama!" Katara exclaimed and jumped up. We both ran to each other for the tightest hug. We laughed happily during the embrace while Aang stood to the side with a smile on his face.

It's only been 8 months since I've seen Katara, when Aang brought me to the air temple. Before that it was two years since seeing her. Not because I didn't want to, but things just got complicated. During the first three years of wandering around the world, I would visit her and the others every now and then.

When I met her, I just never found the courage to introduce her to the group. My fear kept me from seeing my family. I sent letters, but half of them were filled with lies.

"It's been so long!" She squeezed me tightly and then let go. Her hands still on my shoulders to look at me.

"It's been way too long." I giggled, shaking my head as a way to express how I was correcting her.

Since the end of the war, Everything about her had matured. Her voice, facial features, frame. Katara was roughly as tall as me, maybe a bit taller, actually. And I'm 5'6. Her soft jaw was more toned. Even with the long sleeves and long clothing, I could tell she'd still been working out. But she still kept her hair-loopies.

Aang also matured. His jaw was strong and he'd been growing out a chinstrap beard, but maintaining it to keep it short. He was a bit more lanky and tall, but still had some muscle on him.

"When did you guys get here? And what are you doing here?" I asked. "Wouldn't you send a messenger hawk or something?"

"We got here early this morning. I lit some incense in you room since you were still asleep." Katara answered the first question.

"Oh, so that was you." I solved the incense mystery.

"We would have sent a messenger hawk, but..." Katara looked back at Aang with excitement. "We have news that we just had to share with you."

I gave them a curious look as Aang put his arm around Katara, pulling her close to him. "We're engaged." They announced together with the biggest grins on their faces. Katara held up her left hand to flash her engagement ring.

The widest grin on my face appeared and I lunged at my sister, taking her hand to examine the ring closer. It was a delicate and simple gold ring with a small sapphire. I hugged them both tightly. "I'm so happy for you guys!" I stepped back. "When's the wedding?"

"Five months from now." Katara answered.

"Not soon enough if you ask me." Aang commented with a chuckle.

"Aw, sweetie." Katara gushed and gave him a quick peck on his lips. "We need time to plan, send invitations, all that fun stuff." I could already tell Katara was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by everything that would need to be done.

"Katara." I grabbed my sister's hands comfortingly. "If you need anything at all, you can always count on me."

Katara let out a breath to calm herself. "Good." She said with relief. "Cause I was kind of hoping you'd be my maid of honor."

My heart was overjoyed. Katara and I always talked about what our weddings would be like when we were little. So I wasn't all that surprised that she asked me. Still, I couldn't be happier.

"Duh!" I exclaimed, practically jumping off the ground. "What kind of sister would I be if I said no." I crossed my arms and gave my sister a cocky shrug. "Besides, how hard can it be?"

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"Can I get my notebook again? I need to look over the confirmations for the bridal shower. And make sure that the chef confirmed. " I asked the maid, Tia. She quickly went over to my desk and brought me my notebook.

I skimmed the list one last time. The wedding was three weeks away but some of the guests would be arriving later today for things like the bridal shower and the bachelor/bachelorette parties.

The wedding was to take place in the Southern Water Tribe. So, that's where I was. After Katara and Aang made the announcement, I went back to the South Pole. I helped in whatever I could, taking on tasks for the actual wedding apart from just the maid of honor duties.

Okay, so we have me and Katara, obviously, Gran-Gran, Toph, Suki, Ty Lee, Mai, Auntie Ashuna, Auntie Tora.

"Hey." I heard Katara's voice come into my room. "What's up?"

"Hey." I said back, keeping my eyes on the list. "I'm just going over a few things."

My sister said nothing. She came over to my bed and sat next to me, looking at the list. "You forgot Suh." She pointed.

I looked over at her with my eyebrows furrowed. "Who?"

"Suh." She repeated and looked just as confused as me. "You don't know who she is?"

"This is the first I'm hearing of her." I told her. Katara looked like she was just put in an awkward position. She moved on her leg on my bed to face me better and tucked her undone hair behind her ear.

"Suh is Zuko's new girlfriend. He sent a message about a month ago asking if she can come."

"Was I supposed to react badly to that information." I raised an eyebrow and gave Katara an amused smile. "I'll just add her to the list." I said and wrote the new girl's name to the end of the list of names. "I'll let the chefs know that they will need to make an extra plate. And tell the restaurant that there's an extra person coming."

"You're not bothered?"

"Bothered by what?" I tried to sound like I didn't care. And I didn't care, right?

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that Zuko is in a relationship with someone who isn't you."

I chuckled at my sister and ruffled her hair. "You seem more bothered about it than me." Katara frowned as she tried to brush through her hair with her hand. "I'd be a hypocrite to say that he shouldn't date anyone."

Katara's expression changed to a curious look. "You know, you never told me about your little boyfriend." She smirked, trying to get me to spill. "Why did you go to the air temple? Did he break your heart?"

I sighed and looked at the wall covered in animal skins. I guess I'd have to tell everyone at some point. The two years with her was a mystery to everyone. Aang and Katara were understanding to me when I needed a break from the world after the incident. They asked no questions but that doesn't mean they still weren't curious.

"Katara, there's something you need to know about my 'lover' I guess you could say." I started. Katara nodded, signalling that she would be understanding of what I was going to tell her. "Those two years were filled with some of the most loving and amazing moments in my life. And it was all because of Mulan. My girlfriend."

I refused to look at my sister. I was so scared to see her reaction. Scared she'd reject me. Her hand wrapped around me, pulling me in for a hug. "Ama were you scared to tell everyone because you were with a woman?" She asked in my hair.

"Yes." I responded, my voice cracked when I said that and the tears started to come down my eyes. After years of keeping it to myself. I finally told someone my secret.

"Why are you crying?" Katara pulled away from me and placed her hands on my cheeks, wiping away the tears.

"Because I was so scared that you'd hate me." I sobbed. "Spirits, I'm so pathetic. You're getting married in three weeks and I'm here crying because of something so stupid."

"It's not stupid." Katara chucked at me, wrapping her arm around me and I rested my head on her shoulder. "I can understand why you were scared to say anything, but I'm your sister. This changes nothing about you."

"You're the best." I said and fell back onto the bed. Katara followed suit and laid next to me.

"Would it be overstepping if I asked what happened?" Her voice was soft, simultaneously telling me that she wouldn't push me to answer.

"She was sick." I lied. "She died and I was so heartbroken I just didn't know what to do. That's when you and Aang took me to the Eastern Air Temple."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Katara was sincere.

"I regret keeping her hidden from you all. She wanted to meet you all, but I feared that you guys would hate me. I always said 'one day'..." My voice was soft, barely a whisper. "but it never happened."

"You weren't ready." Katara reasoned. "We can't tell the future. The only thing we can do is live in the moment and do the best we can."

I smiled and turned my body to wrap my arms around my sister and she did the same. "You always know what to say."

"I try!" She grinned.

"Hey, sis. You haven't-" Sokka came into the room loudly. He stopped talking once seeing Katara and I sit up from the bed. "Did I miss something?" He noticed my tear-stained cheeks.

Sokka, just like everyone, looked different than when he was 15. His cheekbones were more defined, his jaw more chiseled. He was growing out a beard on his chin, just like dad's. And he was constantly working out, so his shoulders and chest more muscular.

He spent the last couple years at the Southern Water Tribe he became a high-ranking commander in the military. Not that we needed it all that much other than crime. If anything, he acted more as an advisor to dad, who was still Head Chieftain.

I wiped my cheeks with my sleeve and got up. Sokka looked very confused as I walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. "What?"

I pulled away from him and took a deep breath in. "Sokka, there's something I need to tell you." I said. He gave me a confused expression, but kept quiet. The first time is the scariest. "I fell in love with a woman named Mulan. She's the reason I wasn't in contact with anyone for two years."

My brother's face softened and he smiled. "Sis, that's amazing!" He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and used his other hand to rough up my hair. I laughed as I pushed him away from me.

"Whew." I said while I tried to fix my hair. "So, now the two most important people know. Now for everyone else." I breathed in nervously.

"Don't worry about it." Sokka swat the air. "No one is going to judge you for something like that. Wait..." Sokka gave me an inquisitive look. "Is this why you broke up with Zuko?!"

I laughed at him and patted his shoulder. "No, Sokka. I broke up with him because we were both way too young to know what we wanted in a relationship. And I needed to figure out myself."

"Wait a minute." Katara caught our attention and now stood beside us. "It was also because of communication issues. Which you are also guilty of with all of us." She gave me a teasing smile.

"Except I sent letters." I pointed out. "Besides, we were dating, not talking to me for a month just calls for a break up." I crossed my arms and scoffed playfully. "Now let's get some breakfast. I'm starving."

And with that said I moved to finally leave my room and get breakfast. I felt knots in my stomach from both nerves and excitement. After years, I'm finally seeing my friends. Gosh I hope they still like me.

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By midday, the Earth Kingdom ship was arriving at the port. I was so excited to see everyone I was practically jumping in place. Katara, Sokka and Aang all stood beside me, ready to greet the first group of friends coming.

"There they are!" I pointed at the ship. Suki, Ty Lee, Toph and Haru stood at the bow of the ship, waving largely at us. I jumped up and down, waving both my arms back.

"Ama!" Sokka complained and stepped to his left, away from me. "You almost hit me!"

"Sorry." I giggled and stopped my large movements. The moment the ship docked I ran across the pier. Just as I got to the ramp, the others were getting off. Suki was running off fist, followed by Ty Lee and Toph.

"Ama, you little whore!" Suki jokingly shouted as they all engulfed me in a hug. I laughed happily, returning the hug. "I'm so glad to see you, finally." The girls pulled away. And I turned to Haru, giving him a quick hug.

"Good to see you, Ama." He greeted. Haru and I weren't that close. He was closer friends with Katara and Aang, especially after the war. But he was still a friend.

"Likewise." I returned the greeting.

"It's been forever." Ty Lee dragged the word 'forever'.

"Yeah, snowcone." Toph punched my arm. I grunted in pain, but laughed. Damn, is she strong. "You just stopped coming to visit one day. You know I can't read your damn letters!"

"You know I was kinda hoping there was someone who could read them for you." I chuckled at her. "But, most of those letters were bullshit, so it's not like you missed anything."

"You lied in your letters?" Suki crossed her arms and gave me a light glare.

"Why'd you do that?" Ty Lee asked.

"I'm waiting for everyone else to get here. I don't want to have to repeat myself twenty times today." I told them and they all gave me a confused look.

"Alright, fine." Toph said. And started to walk across the dock where the others were waiting. Suki went right up to Sokka, giving him a kiss and Ty Lee enthusiastically hugged everyone.

"So, when's your best man and his little girlfriend getting here?" Toph asked Aang and crossed her arms.

"Don't forget Mai!" Ty Lee added, intertwining her hands and resting them below her chin.

"They should be here soon. I think they'll be arriving through the airship." Aang said and looked up into the sky. "See, there they are." He pointed up. A red airship with the Fire Nation insignia approached in the distance. Aang started leading us all to the large clearing close to the docks.

"You excited to see Zuko, Ama?" Suki lightly elbowed me and had a teasing smirk.

"Oh, please." I swat my hand and gave a smirk. "We've both moved on from each other. I'm very happy for him and his new girlfriend."

"Oh, she's lying." Toph crossed her arms and had a knowing smirk on her lips. Suki, Ty Lee and Katara giggled while my cheeks flushed red.

"I- I wasn't lying." I said dumbfounded. No way do I still like Zuko. It's been years. I found love with someone else. I can't possibly still have feelings for him.

"Convince yourself all you want, snowcone, but there's still a tiny part of you that loves him." Toph said.

"Whatever." I scoff. "Have any of you met Suh?"

"Why? You wanna know how to break them up?" Suki continued her taunting. I knew they were teasing. After not seeing them for a few years they just gotta get it all out of their system.

"Ha!" I laughed and lightly shoved Suki away from me.

"None of us have met Suh, yet." Sokka cut into the conversation, putting his arm around his girlfriend.

"Just Mai. But she's told me that Suh is, in her words not mine, 'overbearing' 'too clingy" and a few other words that I'd prefer not to repeat." Ty Lee listed and then put her hands behind her back.

"Yeah, but Mai is, well, Mai." Aang pointed out. "I'm sure she's not that bad."

"Oh, Aang." Sokka shook his head. "Always the optimist."

"The skyship is starting to land. We'll find out soon enough." I said, motioning to the landing craft.

"Yeah, I'd really like to avoid talking bad about someone we haven't met." Katara scolded everyone, her hands on her hips and sent a glare towards all of us.

"Katara, you take things too seriously." Sokka ridiculed and Toph shook her head at the girl.

"Suh could be a nice person for all we know, and you guys are just being plain rude." Katara frowned.

"It's just talk, sis. Nothing to get fussy about." Sokkak retorted.

I chucked at my siblings light banter. But I didn't realize the aircraft get so close to us. By the time I looked over, the ship just touched the ground with a loud thud.

"Aren't we supposed to be in a more, I don't know, formal formation if we're going to be greeting the Fire Lord?" Suki wondered.

"Zuko's greeting us, his friends. He's not meeting with a large crowd." Aang smiled and stepped closer to the ship as the ramp lowered.

I crossed my arms, excited to see my friends and curious to meet a potential new friend. Toph didn't know what she was talking about. I don't still have feelings for Zuko. The ramp continued to be lowered, revealing first Zuko with his arm linked with a woman.

My breath hitched slightly. Zuko was hot, pun not intended but appreciated. Even under his elegant robes anyone could see that he gained quite a bit of muscle in his biceps and chest. His hair was up in a topknot, showcasing his sharp jawline and cheekbones. Even from meters away, I could still see his golden eyes shine.

"Oh, did we forget to tell you. Zuko got 10 times more attractive." Suki leaned into me from my right.

The woman hanging on his arm was gorgeous, honestly I'd believe she's a model. She was really tall, pale and thin, but not in a sickly way. She didn't style her hair, but it was so incredibly straight that it still looked elegant. Her hair was black, but not shiny like Mai's was. Her triangular shaped face held a sort of fearful look, probably nervous to meet everyone.

A bright smile appeared on Zuko's lips when he saw all of us waiting for him. He looked down at his girlfriend happily and she gave him the largest smile with her painted red lips. Unlinking their arms, the Fire Lord walked faster toward Aang, giving him the largest hug.

I smiled at them and looked back at the ramp, seeing Mai walking down. She looked almost the same, just older and a bit taller, like everyone else.

"Mai!" Ty Lee exclaimed and ran over to her childhood friend for a hug. Mai gave her friend a smile, one that most people can't get from her.

"Hey, Ty Lee." Mai greeted her.

"Oh, we're going to have so much fun while we're here!" The peppy girl giggled. "Suki was telling me about the hot springs and I've been dying to go."

"Sounds interesting." Mai said and then walked over to me. "He downgraded." I knew exactly what she was saying.

I laughed lightly at her greeting. "Nice to see you, Mai." I then looked over at the girl who stood next to Zuko. "She's gorgeous and it seems like she makes Zuko happy, how did he downgrade?"

"You'll be saying something different pretty soon." Mai rolled her eyes and left my confused self standing there to greet the others.

I watched as she left and saw Zuko heading my way. With a grin, I walked over. My arms were out, ready for a hug from my friend. But once Zuko stood in front of me and held his hand out instead. My confused look came back, but I settled for a handshake.

"What no hug?" I asked in a teasing tone.

"It's not that I wouldn't want to hug you it's just..." Zuko said with a nervous chuckle and rubbing the back of his neck.

He didn't finish his sentence, instead Suh walked beside him, her hand sliding up his back and on his shoulder. "Hi, you must be Ama." She had a wide smile and peppy tone. It kind of reminded me of Ty Lee, but something about her felt wrong.

"Yes, hi! I'm so glad to finally meet you." I still put on a smile, ignoring the bad vibes.

The girl jumped on me in a hug. "You have no idea how excited I've been to meet you." She claimed and then pulled away, holding both my hands in hers. Her hands were really soft, but cold. I reasoned that she probably isn't a firebender. "I can't wait to get to know you better!"

"Yeah, I'll be kinda busy till the wedding, but we can maybe get lunch one day." I said happily.

"Great." She exclaimed, turning back to Zuko and intertwining their hands. Zuko, looked really happy. A huge smile plastered on his face when he saw the two of us plan to get to know each other.

"Shall we head to the palace?" Aang asked loudly, ready to get on with our day. "We'll rest a bit, have some dinner, talk a bit. It'll be a great first day together!" He happily opened his arms out wide and wrapped an arm around Katara, lead us all back to the palace.

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So I changed the POV from third person to first person. I find it a bit easier to write that way. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

Also, so I feel like I need to address why I chose the name Mulan. No. It was not because of the Disney movie. I wanted it to mean something, and I really liked the idea of blossoms of some sort. And Mulan means magnolia blossoms. Plus it is a pretty name.

Hang loose, amigos 🤙🏼

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