#i ask my mom to wake me up before she goes to work I’m gonna steal her bed since the girl above me keep waking me up but her mom will be gon

[yoohyeon]

I broke my favorite mug and I was sad so my mom said to put it in my room and put things in it and I will do that thank you mom <3 cjbdjdbd

[janeyseymour]

Save Me Before I Lose Myself- part 5

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

WC: ~2.45k

When your alarm begins to go off, as per usual, you are not thrilled to be awake. Yes, you got more sleep than usual what with Carrie not being… well, Carrie. But with the lack of sleep you’ve been getting, you feel like you could sleep for years and still wake up tired.

Your eyes peel open, but something is off. Something is different. Your wife isn’t laying next to you. Where the hell could she- Why does it smell like something is being cooked?

The blankets are thrown off your body, immediately shivering from the cool air touching your skin. You pad down the hall towards Millie’s room. Where you expect her to be asleep, she isn’t. She’s up and dressed with her hair done in two french braids. But she doesn’t look happy.

“Mill?” you knock on the side of her doorframe with a tired smile.

“Momma!” her face absolutely lights up. She runs to you and wraps her little arms around your frame. “You’re okay!”

“Of course I’m okay,” you say softly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Mom woke me this morning,” she mumbles into your side. “I was nervous.”

“I’m here, lovey,” you promise her. “You look beautiful today. I love the braids.”

“Mom did them,” your daughter mutters. “I didn’ want them, but she made me. I like when you give me piggy tails.”

“Well,” you chuckle. “I think the braids look absolutely splendid. Mom did a good job.”

The little girl shrugs. “Are you gonna take me to school today?”

“Don’t I always?”

“I thought maybe not today since Mom woke me.”

“I’ll be there, sunshine,” you promise. “Come down for breakfast when you’re ready, okay?”

She nods into your side before letting you go to find her socks and shoes, and you slip down the steps in search of a much needed mug of coffee.

Carrie is down there, dressed and looking impeccable as per usual. Her back is turned to you as she tends to breakfast on the stove, and you can smell the coffee she’s brewing. It smells heavenly.

“Good morning,” you say shyly, almost feeling like an intruder in your own kitchen.

Carrie turns with a bright smile. She reaches for the cupboard, pulls out your favorite mug and pours you a cup of liquid gold before turning the burner down and making her way over to you. “For my beautiful wife.”

You take it gently and give her a tired smile. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Take a seat and relax. I already have Mills up and ready for school, and breakfast is almost finished.”

“Thank you,” you sigh quietly as you take your place at the table. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t?”

You pause. Is this some sort of trap that you’re falling into?

Thankfully, you’re saved from having to quickly come up with a response when Millie comes down the steps and settles herself in your lap. You’re tailbone still aches dully, but a little discomfort is worth it if your little girl is happy. And she’s calm today, which means she isn’t as wiggly and bouncy, causing you less pain.

Breakfast is an easy affair, and then you head back upstairs to change. Millie insists on going with you- it’s clear she does not like being in Carrie’s presence alone. You get yourself changed and are finally in a place where you can begin to put makeup on to cover up the deep purple on your cheekbone.

“You look pretty, Momma,” Millie compliments you softly as she watches you drag the mascara wand over your eyelashes.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you smile at her softly. “You’re such a sweet little girl.” You pause your routine to pepper a few kisses to her face.

Once you’re ready for work yourself, you take Millie downstairs to begin the trek to drop her off at Abbott. What you aren’t expecting is for Carrie to be sitting on the couch with your daughter’s backpack, keys twirling around her fingers.

“Are you two ready?” your wife asks, and there isn’t a trace of a condescending tone.

Millie nods and goes to take her backpack from Carrie, but your wife just smiles. “I thought it might be nice if I drive us to school today.”

“B-but-” Your daughter is a creature of habit, and you always walk with her. It gives her time to prepare for school, and she’s granted extra time with you. “But Momma always walks me.”

You nod along slowly, unsure of what to do. All you know is that you’re ready to step in if Carrie starts to fly off the handle- it’s usually something stupid like this that will set her off. But instead, you see the tight lipped smile that your wife gives. She glances down at her shoes, heels.

“Just give me a second to find my sneakers, and then we can walk if that’s what you want,” Carrie says just a bit too sweetly for your liking.

Your wife insists on carrying Millie’s backpack for her. That’s the one part of the routine that your little girl doesn’t seem to mind changing. She’s free to hold your hand and kick at the little stones on the sidewalk and giggle at some of the silly graffiti you pass on your way to school as if it’s the first time she ever saw it.

As the school comes into sight though, your heart rate spikes just slightly. You know Carrie isn’t going to want to walk into the school. She thinks it’s rundown and trashy to begin with. The only reason that Millie is attending Abbott is because you thought it would be good for her- otherwise, your little girl would be at one of the private schools in the surrounding area. 

And you’re right. Carrie stops at the front step and squats down in front of your little girl to see her off, and Millie frowns.

“Momma always takes me in.” The seven year old doesn’t let go of your hand.

You see the look of distain on your wife’s face, but she nods. “Then in we shall go.”

As you’re walking down the hall, you realize that Melissa is going to meet Carrie. Carrie is going to meet Melissa. And with the tales that you’ve heard of the rather rambunctious second grade teacher, you aren’t quite sure you want to know how this interaction will go. 

When her classroom is in sight, Millie runs for the door, desperate to get away from your wife. She pulls you along with her, and you stumble quite a few times in your efforts to keep up with her. 

“Good morning Miss Schemmenti!” your little girl grins at her teacher. “I’m on time again!”

“You are!” Melissa attempts to match her enthusiasm. Green eyes meet your own. “And how are you?”

You just nod in her direction with what you pray is a smile. And then Carrie walks in, having refused to run down the hallway.

“Millie!” your wife’s voice lingers in the air. She makes her way over to the little girl settling in at her desk. “You couldn’t wait for Mommy?”

“Was excited to see Miss Schemmenti,” your daughter mumbles. 

“That’s great and everything, but you couldn’t say goodbye to me first?”

“Bye, Mom,” Millie says, and there’s no emotion. Then she turns to you, still squatting down in front of her and hugs you tightly. “Bye, Momma. I love you.”

You stand and give the second grade teacher another small nod of the head before Carrie takes your hand and tries to lead you out of the classroom.

“If I may, I’d like to speak with you both,” Melissa cuts in before you can fully step out of the classroom.

You restrain yourself from letting out a deep breath. You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to make it out unscathed. 

“Miss Schemmenti,” you sigh. “I really do have to be heading to work, as does my wife.”

“Oh, it’ll only be a minute.” She stands from her place and makes her way to the door.

Carrie gives you a look, one that clearly conveys that she does not want to have to speak to Millie’s teacher. But at the pleading look you give her, she relents. The two of you step into the hallway, and as soon as your wife sets her eyes on Melissa, you can tell she absolutely is checking her out. How could she be letting her eyes roam the woman’s body when you, her wife, is standing right next to her with your own hand in hers?

“How can we help you, Miss Schemmenti?” you ask softly once the door is shut.

“Well, I just wanted to introduce myself,” the redhead smiles, although it’s clearly a formality. “I’m Melissa Schemmenti, and I’m Millie’s teacher. It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Carrie.”

Your wife smiles that charming smile- the one that made you fall for her in the first place. “It’s a pleasure, Melissa.”

“I also just wanted to say that I’m so happy that Millie has been showing up to school on time again. She’s a smart cookie, so having her here on time will only help her progress as the school year goes on,” the redhead maintains eye contact with Carrie, clearly trying to figure her out.

“She’s a bright girl,” Carrie chuckles. “Takes after her momma in that way, I suppose.”

“Yes,” the teacher smiles. “Well, that was all. Thank you for your time.”

Your wife lets her eyes linger on Melissa’s figure for a few more moments before she turns, pulling you with her. Before you fully turn though, you catch the glare that green eyes bore into your wife. Then, they soften as she glances to you with a questioning look.

You just nod. You’re okay. For the time being, you’re just fine.

After your day at work, you head out of your office, fully intending on walking down to the school to pick up your daughter. A horn is honked though, and when you glance up, Carrie is sitting in the car, waving at you.

“Hey baby!” she calls.

You give her a surprised smile, but you make your way over. “Hey. I have to go pick up-”

“I thought it would be nice for us to pick her up together,” Carrie tells you. “That way you don’t have to walk that distance either.”

“Oh, it isn’t too far,” you chuckle softly. You do hop into the passenger seat though- best not to argue with her.

When you pull up to the school and begin to climb out of the car, Carrie takes you by the wrist gently. “Mill can come over to the car.”

“She likes when I wait for her on the steps,” you say softly. “She knows I’m always waiting for her, and I don’t want to throw her off.”

You can see the mild frustration on your wife’s face, but she gives in. “If you want to go sit on the step and wait for her, you can. I’ll be here.”

She lets you go, and it isn’t a moment too soon, because you hear the bell ring and loud footsteps. You’re able to make your way to the front stoop as Melissa leads her class out. Millie immediately runs to you with a smile on her face.

“Hi baby,” you whisper to her as you scoop her into a hug. “My sweet girl. How was school today?”

“Good,” Millie mumbles into the crook of your neck.

“Did you stay awake today?” You feel her nod rather than hear her affirmation. She lets you go and takes your hand, pulling you towards the sidewalk.

You stop her though. “Mom picked me up from work today. She thought driving us home would be nice.”

“But we walk home,” Millie protests.

You frown just slightly. “I know, but Mom thought it would be a nice surprise, so… please, Mill.”

Your daughter groans. “Fine. But tomorrow can we please walk?”

“Yeah, baby,” you chuckle as you begin to lead her towards the car. 

Carrie isn’t covering the fact that her eyes are raking up and down your daughter’s teacher’s body. It’s almost as if she doesn’t care that she’s been caught. Her eyes don’t so much as tear away from Melissa as the two of you climb into the vehicle.

“Hi honey,” your wife greets your daughter as she buckles herself in. “How was school?” She’s still ogling the redhead.

“Good.”

It takes Melissa going back into the school to get your wife to drive away. Then Carrie is driving you back to your house. Dinner is already prepared- it only needs to be put in the oven. And your wife tells you to sit back and relax while she handles it all.

It’s nice. You like this. You know it’s borrowed time and it’s only a matter of time until shit hits the fan again, but you’ll take this.

Carrie continues to remain the woman that you married for a few days before she starts to slip up again. It starts gradually. She keeps her eyes on Melissa just a bit too long. She stops waking up with you to get your daughter to school. She won’t walk with the two of you back from school in the afternoons- she’ll only bring her car to admire Millie’s teacher, and then she’ll drive away. Then she stops making dinner. She stops calling you pet names. She won’t kiss you anymore. She begins going out again- although she won’t show up nearly as intoxicated as she used to. She hardly acknowledges your daughter anymore. And honestly? Even though she’s gone from the loving and thoughtful wife you once had to a passive and uncaring woman, it’s better than that last night from hell. You’ll take the ignorance over being beat any day.

Melissa stops interacting with you other than to greet you in the morning when you bring your little girl in everyday or to tell you that she’s very impressed with your daughter’s progress and love of learning.

You see the way that she’s still definitely concerned about you, but she’s let it go. And you’re thankful for that. Because Carrie isn’t hurting you anymore- at least not yet. And the redhead knows this because it’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve come in looking worse for wear. 

Things aren’t great, but they’re about to get a whole lot worse, and you have no clue what is coming for you.

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[pinkslipxox]

love love love mom Billie could you do something when their teens?

hey my love!! Eeek yes ofc! Love you 🙈😘

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Billie sat in her home studio, surrounded by an eclectic mix of instruments, soundboards, and a wall covered in inspirational artwork and song lyrics. The familiar hum of her recording equipment created a comforting backdrop as she worked on the latest track that had been swirling in her mind.

Yet as the clock ticked closed to midnight, Billie felt an odd wave of motherly instincts overcome her. She could sense something was off, and following her instincts, she got up from her desk and walked towards her daughters’ shared bedroom, her heart racing with both curiosity and concern.

Billie panicked for a moment when she saw the two empty beds, but at the slight sound of muffled giggles and keys jingling, relief washed over her. She instinctively followed the sound to the front door. There, in the dim light of the hallway, were her twin daughters, both in their late teens, huddled together and whispering conspiratorially. They were dressed for a night out, hair perfectly styled, and a mischievous spark in their eyes.

Just then, Ava turned to the front door, her hand poised over the knob, while Mia peeked over her shoulder, clearly less sure about their plan. Before she could take another step, Billie cleared her throat, stepping into the light, her presence immediate and unwavering.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Billie asked, crossing her arms with a teasing authority.

Both girls froze, a mixture of shock and guilt flashing across their faces. Mia, with her dark hair framing her face, managed a sheepish grin, while Ava’s eyes widened, panic setting in as she quickly dropped her hand from the door.

“Um, nothing!” the first daughter, Ava, replied quickly, looking guilty.

“We were just, uh…” Mia stammered, her face pale.

Billie held up a hand, interrupting the girls’ stuttering excuses. “I can do this the easy way or the hard way,” she said, her tone playful yet firm.

Ava exchanged a nervous look with Mia. “What’s the easy way?” she asked hesitantly.

“If you want to go out, just ask. I might surprise you and say yes!” Billie replied with a grin, softening the moment. “But if you try to sneak out on me, it means I’ll have to wake up your mother—which, believe me, is the hard way.”

The twins exchanged dubious looks, the fear of waking Y/N settling in their minds. Y/N was known for her fierce protectiveness and would undoubtedly ground them for a month if she discovered their late-night plans.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Billie pressed, amusement glinting in her eyes.

Mia groaned dramatically. “Mom, we’re not trying to be sneaky! We just wanted a little freedom.”

Billie softened her gaze and walked closer. “I get it,” she said gently. “You two are growing up, and I completely understand wanting to hang out with your friends. But you know I worry about you.”

Ava took a deep breath, sensing the chance to speak her truth. “We just want to feel like we can make our own choices, Mom. Just this once?”

Billie considered their words, her maternal instincts battling with the desire to keep them safe. After a moment of silence, she sighed and smiled. “Okay, how about this: if you promise to be back by midnight, I’ll let you go—but you have to text me every hour. Deal?”

Ava’s face lit up with excitement, and Mia nodded vigorously. “Deal! Thank you, Mom!”

Billie chuckled, feeling a mix of pride and nostalgia for their shared moments. “Now go on. Have fun, but remember to be responsible. And if anything goes wrong, call me. I’m always just a text away.”

As the twins slipped out the door, elated and relieved, Billie couldn’t help but shake her head, chuckling softly to herself. She couldn’t help but feel a mixture of pride and nostalgia. Raising teenagers was a challenge, but with the right balance of trust and guidance, she knew they’d be just fine.

[littleadaline]

Mon rayon de Soleil [M.G38]

Reader is Marc’s sunshine

Warnings: noooooone

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I will be attempting to write this story using first person POV, so please please pretty please tell me if that is something you enjoy reading, or if you prefer the 3rd person POV.

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Days off were my favourite. I always wanted to go out, see the beach, despite having seen it hundreds, if not, thousands of times. My ideal day off consisted of waking up early, packing sandwiches, and spending the day out. Marc, on the other hand, had a very different vision. His ideal day off consisted of staying in bed and ordering in, wether it was breakfast, lunch or supper. In order to make each other happy, we compromised. We would sleep in, pack some light snacks for the afternoon, spend the afternoon at the beach, and come back home in time to order supper. This morning, things were different. I was woken up by an alarm coming from my parents’ bedroom. Lazily opening my eyes, I took a quick glance at the clock on my phone, groaning as I read the time; 8:33 A.M. I sighed, exhausted from only having gotten 4 hours of sleep, blame social media. As I was getting up to get on with my day, I heard noises coming from the kitchen. I knew my dad was already off to work, and my brother was away for university, so I couldn’t identify the man’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“Do you think she’ll like this?” It was Marc’s voice. What was he doing in my kitchen at 8:33 on a Wednesday?

“I have told you a thousand times, yes. She goes crazy for those pickled peppers. Add that to calamari sandwiches and she’s on cloud nine.” My mom confirmed with him.

“I really want her to have a nice day. She’s told me how stressed she’s been with work and school. And she’s been really keen on trying that new spa that opened.”

“So what do you have planned for her today then?”

“Bocadillos by the beach, some ice cream, by the beach again,” he grinned, “And a pamper session to finish the day. Should I… should I go wake her up?”

The floor creaked as I leaned into the doorway. My mom’s gaze diverted back to me, Marc still clueless about my presence.

“No need to wake her up.” She chuckled as Marc’s gaze found my figure standing in the doorway.

“Good morning nena, how’d you sleep?” He leaned in to kiss my forehead.

“Morning amor. I slept well, thank you.” I left a kiss on his cheek, my hand resting on his abdomen. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear your conversation. We’re going to the beach?” I asked, walking over to the sink for a glass of water.

“Yeah, I got us some sandwiches and pickled peppers, courtesy of that sandwich shop you never seem to shut up about.” He playfully rolled his eyes. I chuckled, admiring the sight in front of you. Marc, with his eyes still full of sleep, yet so full of life; the way his dimples creased whenever he laughed, or so simply spoke. Every moment spent with him, I would fall deeper in love with the beauty of his personality and the way his eyes shone whenever I was in the room.

“And later in the afternoon, we’re gonna grab ice cream. Fermín and Gavi went there recently and they have not been able to shut up about it. Half the team now wants to go there.” He broke in a fit of laughter. “And to end the night on a sweet note, a massage session at that new spa place you have been raving about.” He pulled me into a hug, his abdomen pressing against my back. I could drown in moments like these. The simplicity of our relationship, the innocence of our love breathed life into our couple every day.

“There’s yogurt in the fridge if you want to grab a light snack before heading out. I should be done changing in 15 minutes.” I pecked him on the lips before leaving the kitchen.

Marc sat down at the dining table, making sure the backpack he had packed for the trip had all the essentials.

“Sunscreen, mosquito spray, bandages, snacks…” He was counting under his breath when I emerged back into the living room, having traded my pj’s for a pair of linen pants, one of Marc’s t-shirts that he had accidentally thrown into the dryer, and my sandals. I had my tote bag on my shoulder, bucket hat in hand.

“Ready to go amor?” I asked him, my hands resting on his forearm.

“Let’s go!” He kissed my cheek, grabbing my hand. We both waved goodbye at my mom as we left the house. Lucky for us, the beach wasn’t too far away from my house. After having lived in this neighbourhood my entire life, I learned new pathways to access the beach that would shield us from tourists or in this case… fans.

When we made it to the beach, the sun was shinning bright, pulling a groan from me. This did not go unnoticed by Marc, who dropped his backpack into the sand, yelling;

“Stay here! I’ll see if I can find us a spot in the shade!”

I sat down, my toes digging in the sand. I always liked this spot. When I was younger, my family and I used to spend our days out there, bringing a backpack filled with snacks and sandwiches and enjoying the weather from dawn until sunset. I heard Marc’s voice calling me as he waved me over.

“I found us a spot! It’s under a tree, so it’s got all the shade in the world!” He said excitedly.

Marc was referring to the ‘Forever Tree’. Back in the days, there used to be a rumour running around regarding the Forever Tree. Over the course of generations, couple who had sat down under the tree were known to be bound forever, their union only ever separated by death. But as time went on, the tree lost its popularity, leaving only a few locals to know about its ‘magic’.

“Do you want to start by going for a swim or eating?” Marc asked me as he laid down his towel on the ground.

“A swim would be nice. The heat’s killing me.” I chuckled as I took off my (Marc’s shirt), my pants following soon.

“Race you to the water?” Marc flashed me his killer smile before taking off in a sprint.

“Not fair! You’re the athlete, not me!” I yelled before running into the water, jumping into his arms. Marc caught me, surprised, before putting me back down on my feet, his hand never leaving my back. I could stay in this moment forever. Marc and I, in the water, chest flush against one another. The sun gently caressing our skin, prickling us with its rays. If I had one more moment to live, I would choose to spend it like this.

Marc’s movement pulled me out of my thoughts. His hand was now resting on my head, his fingers slightly brushing through my curls. He breathed in, his chest slowly rising against mine. His skin smelled of sunscreen, his perfume and my body mist, a combination of smells that symbolized home to me.

“I’m getting cold, I’m gonna lay down on my towels and enjoy some sun.” I let go of his hand, slowly emerging out of the sea. I could feel the sand clinging to my feet as I walked back to my towel. The sand was warm under my feet, the temperature slowly warming me up.

As I was setting up my towel in a warmer spot, Marc’s voice called out from the water.

“Are you hungry? Do you want to eat the sandwiches now?” I nodded yes as I chuckled. This guy was always thinking about food. Marc ran up to me, water dripping from his shorts and hair, before sitting down on my towel, his hand wrapping around my waist. I bent down to pick up a sandwich from the cooler before handing it to Marc.

“I hope they’re still fresh.” Marc said, biting into his sandwich. His eyes rolled back as he moaned in delight. “That is so fucking good.” He said, his mouth still full. “I need that recipe, one way or another.”

I laughed at his reaction, now taking a bite of my sandwich. Marc was right, these sandwiches were delicious.

“Holy- You’re right, we really do need the recipe. I could eat these day and night.”

We sat down in silence, basking in the sound of our sandwich wrappers and our delighted moans. Once we finished eating, Marc threw the wrappers away before sitting back down on the towel, pulling me closer to his chest.

“Alright princesa, spa next or ice cream next?”

“Mhh… The spa would be nice. Some mud mask would do wonders for our skin.”

Another hour went by before we started packing our stuff, making our way back to the house to get changed and head for the spa.

“Y/N? Are you ready to go?” Marc yelled out from the front door.

“Almost. I can’t find my wallet. Marc? Could you please start the car?”

I heard the door close and the garage door open. I found my wallet buried under my notebooks, on my desk. Sighing in relief, I grabbed my wallet and purse before exiting the house. A honk coming from the street caught my attention. I climbed in the car and Marc immediately drove off, catching me off guard.

“Hey there, you’re not a race car driver, Marc.” He laughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologized, flashing me his lethal smile.

We arrived 15 minutes later to the spa, Marc pulling into the parking lot with a relieved smile.

“Doesn’t seem like a lot of people are here.”

Although Marc had progressed to sometimes playing with the first team, Marc’s family and I saw firsthand how fame had affected him. It wasn’t the fame per say, but the lack of privacy, the tabloids and being put on a pedestal by some fans, when he was simply an 18 year old kid with dreams and a bright future. I knew the smile of relief on Marc’s face wasn’t from the fact that we had finally made it to the spa, but rather, the decreased chances of being recognized in public.

“Marc…” I said as he turned off the car’s ignition.

“Mh?” He stopped in his tracks.

“Let’s skip the spa.” I blurted out, avoiding eye contact.

Marc shifted back into his seat to look at me.

“What do you mean? I thought you wanted to come here?” He sat back down in his seat.

“I did and I do, but I would much rather do something with you where you don’t constantly have to look out for a crowd or fans. Seeing how relieved you were when you realized there weren’t a lot of cars in the parking lot made me realize you wouldn’t be able to relax. You wouldn’t have enjoyed this outing, and neither would I.”

“So what do we do now?” He took my hand in his, his thumb brushing over.

“Let’s go home, put on a movie and do some sheet face masks. We can still get ice cream in the evening.” I pecked him on the lips, my hand finding the nape of his hair.

“Alright, princesa. But I pick the movie this time.” He jokingly pouted.

The drive back home was calmer, the sun blessing us with its golden rays. I closed my eyes, the smooth roar of the engine lulling me to a near state of sleep. I could smell Marc’s perfume travel around the car every time he looked over at my still figure.

“Keep your eyes on the road, cabrón. We have a movie to watch and ice cream to eat. It would be a shame to die because you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me.” I teased him, my eyes half open. I heard Marc laugh and shake his head before I closed back my eyes. Marc finally pulled into my driveway and slightly nudged me awake.

“I’m awake!” I yawned. Marc turned off the engine before sliding out of his seat and running to the passenger door.

“M’lady.” He opened the door for me, his hand extending to mine.

We made it back to the front door, walking in to find the house empty and dark.

“I’ll grab the face masks and blankets. You can pick the movie in the meantime. Popcorn?” I asked him, standing in the bathroom doorway.

“I can do popcorn. I’ll grab us some water.” I grabbed the face masks from my not-so-secret stash and the blankets from the bathroom closet. Marc already had the popcorn in a bowl.

“So,” I said, throwing a blanket at him. ”What are we watching?” I scooched closer to him, my head resting on his shoulder.

“Grown Ups.”

Marc turned on the movie and snaked his arm around my shoulder, forcing me to be flush against him. We stayed in the moment, erupting in laughter every now and then, our bodies pressed against each other, the feeling being more than familiar to us. My hand found his index finger, grabbing it gently. Marc let me.

Neither of us liked to admit it, but this simple action brought us both comfort. The thought of knowing that we had each other, we could rely on one another. Maybe I was looking too far into the future, but the only thing on my mind was to continue these little traditions with Marc as my husband; Marc as the father of our children.

As the credits rolled, Marc nudged me awake.

“Falling asleep again, mhh?” He teased me. “Let’s skip the ice cream. I’ll pick you up tomorrow after training.”

“What? No, Marc, I feel awful. We already skipped out on the spa, the ice cream was the easy part.”

“Hey, the ice cream will still be there tomorrow. We’ll go shopping after training and grab some ice cream on the way home. Deal?” He reached to peel off my face mask.

“Deal.” I whispered, feeling his gaze burn through my skin. My cheeks were heating up.

“That mask did wonders. You’re glowing. Like a ray of sunshine.” He kissed my forehead.

“I’m your ray of sunshine.” I smiled at him, fighting a yawn.

“That… you are.” He pecked my lips before scooping me up and carrying me to the bedroom.

He laid me down on my side of the bed before sliding under the covers, his arms finding my abdomen. I laid my head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slowly slow down.

“Good night, sunshine.” He kissed my temple.

“Good night my love.” I kissed his hand.

Marc’s breath slowed down as he fell asleep, his grip loosening on my waist. I nuzzled myself in between his arms, finding comfort in the warmth of his body.

That’s what I loved about our relationship. We adapted to one another, we went with the flow. We found time to show up for each other, despite our busy schedules and the difference in our worlds. Marc brought warmth in my life, stability, amongst the journey that was… being a teenager. And I was eternally thankful for that night we met.

[ashoss]

stephanie & bruce fic recs

for @peachie-wren13 :DD

Permutations & Hinterlands - cabezas_de_vaca

steph & bruce

7.5k words, 1 chapter

summary:

She and Bruce are complicated (not bad complicated, not wrong complicated, just complicated, because he isn’t her father and will never be her father and yet he sort of also is) but he cares. It gets lost sometimes, under the demands of Gotham, but it’s there.

And so, she just asks him. “Do you want to go to Colorado with me?”

Or: Bruce, Steph, and a road trip

* heed the tags !! angsty

dont wanna long post this so more under the cut :)

sweet child o’ mine - Nokomis

steph & bruce, steph & alfred

4,4k words, 1 chapter

Summary:

Steph said cheerfully, “Bruce, from now on, consider yourself in possession of one Steph-mom.”

“Absolutely not,” Bruce said.

Steph took a bite of her cake, undeterred.

A Softer Gotham - Hinn_Raven (series)

steph & bruce, time travel

12.2k words, 3 works

summary: One night makes all the difference. Especially a night when Stephanie Brown, in the wrong dimension, interferes in a mugging.

though your eyes will need some time to adjust - popsunner

steph & bruce

4.4k words, 1 chapter

summary:

“I think…” Stephanie takes a deep breath, “I think I’m bad.”

“I don’t.”

“So what, I’m just supposed to believe you?”

“I am Batman.”

Stephanie snorts, “Yeah, you are… but what if I’m still bad?”

“Then I forgive you.” _______

Or: Stephanie and Bruce, figuring it out

Tuck Me In - OberonBronze

bruce & his kids (big on jason, but it does have cute scene w the other ones esp steph)

14.1k words, 1 chapter

summary:

Bruce Wayne and his long-standing habit of tucking his kids into bed.

Galas Suck - dottie_dc (dottie_wan_kenobi)

steph & bruce

1.9k words, 1 chapter

summary:

When she doesn’t respond, he looks down to her face, finding her staring in the direction of the doors they came in through. “Something on your mind?”

He’s really asking, why did you come and get me? If it’s just nerves, she would’ve been better off with one of the others. No, it must be something else.

Steph blinks, turning her gaze upwards. Never one to back down, she meets his eyes long enough for him to see she’s not in any distress, at least. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbles. “Everything. Nothing.”

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Written for the Gen Batfam Christmas Stocking 2019, for the prompt "Wayne Gala"

the early robin gets the worm - deargalileo

bruce & his kids

7k words, 1 chapter

summary:

bruce loves all of his children equally. its just when he has to wake them up, that there's an issue.

aka; the five times bruce tries to wake up his kids, and the one time that he doesn't.

DON’T YOU CRY, DRY YOUR EYES. - orpheusaki

steph & bruce

4.8k words, 1 chapter

summary:

After inhaling her food before Bruce's even halfway through his vanilla milkshake, Stephanie seems to have sobered up a little. She's looking less green, and more like she's trying to develop x-ray vision and look into Bruce's soul.

Or maybe she's still drunk, because she very suddenly and very bluntly tells him, "I used to wish you were my dad," drowning her chips into a little pot of ketchup.

Bruce pauses. He slowly drops the chicken nugget he was about to put in his mouth — since now is probably not the time to complain about how the nuggets are a little dry today.

(Bruce Wayne is not Stephanie Brown's father, not at all.)

*tbh anything by orpheusaki is gonna be an amazing read, ive loved all the fics ive read by them <333

Have I Told You About Minnie? - Hinn_Raven

steph & bruce, bruce & his kids

4.6k words, 1 chapter

summary:

After you’ve known Matches Malone long enough, you get used to him telling you about his kids. Not that his kids know about it.

too young to be taken seriously, too old to believe all this hypocrisy - Hinn_Raven

steph & jason & bruce

5.7k words, 1 chapter

summary:

When Crystal Brown goes into rehab, leaving Stephanie in the sole custody of her father, Steph decides to run away from home, and meets Jason Todd, who decides that she is the best little sister ever.

or:

"the dark knight is beaten up by children on the anniversary of his parents death... tragic"

theres not a lot of steph and bruce fics and it makes me sad :((

btw i have a google doc with a shitttttt ton of fics lol. its some recs ive been asked for so hope yall enjoy :)

[wososage]

WIPs

Here are all of my WIPs. Some are probably abandoned forever. Others I could be convinced to finish.

Lashing Out: USWNT x Reader (A Goal for You continuation):

Moe’s POV

I don’t know how much longer we can stay here but (y/n) refuses to leave. As soon as she saw her sister's grave she broke down. She’s been crying for so long. I don’t think she was this emotional when her sister died, she was able to keep it together long enough to win the game. But now she is inconsolable and none of us know what to do. Every time someone tries to comfort her she sobs harder. Finally, she stops crying and just sits there staring at the gravestone. I walk up to her and hug her. After a few minutes, we get back on the bus and head to the hotel. 

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I say to Mal once we are away from (y/n). “She’s doing everything she can to push us away. At what point do we have to just let her?

Unnamed JJ smut:

JJ’s POV

As soon as I get in my car after my meeting, I get a text from (Y/N).

(Y/N): If you hurry home, you can open up an early Christmas present.

JJ: Can I get a hint of what I’m getting?

She sends me a picture of her in some lingerie, purposely flexing all of her muscles because she knows how much it turns me on. Damn, I need to get home and remind her that it isn’t nice to tease.

By the time I get home, I know exactly what I am going to do to remind (Y/N) that I am in charge. As soon as I walk into the apartment I see (Y/N) waiting on the couch wearing the lingerie she sent me a picture of.

“Someone is being naughty,” I husk while pinning (Y/N) down. “You never know how to behave.”

“Open the box,” (Y/N) whispers while squirming underneath me. “There is more to your gift.”

I let her go and open the box on the coffee table. I see a new set of fuzzy handcuffs and I know exactly what I am going to do next. I pick (Y/N) up and grab the handcuffs before heading to the bedroom. I drop (Y/N) on the bed immediately.

Unnamed... R gets sick at camp:

(Y/N) POV:

As soon as I wake up, I know it is going to be a bad day. My body aches, my eyes hurt, and I feel gross. I go to the bathroom and get in the shower in hopes of feeling better when I get out.

Unnamed:

(Y/N) POV:

As soon as the game starts the England players target me. Pretty much every team does this, because honestly it is a good strategy. If they can hurt me right away, then Vlatko will be forced to use a sub early in the game.

Unnamed R gets injured in training:

As soon as Kelley goes for the slide tackle she knows it was a mistake. She meant to get the ball but Y/N was running too fast and her ankle got clipped instead. As soon as Y/N went down tears came to her eyes and she clutched her ankle. That’s when the team knew something was wrong because Y/N is one to hide injuries so she can continue playing.

Going Crazy in the Wubble (Binoe Family Universe):

“Baby bird!” Stewie calls. “Do you want to take a break from swimming laps to play some chicken?”

“I really need to finish my pool session, Stewie,” I explain. “Then I gotta go to the weight room since you guys hogged it for so long.”

Don't Throw Out My Legos (Binoe Family Universe):

“Y/n!” Mama calls out. “Dinner is ready.”

My new address is hard to remember so I wrote it on the back of my hand.

I glance around at all of the boxes around me and take a deep breath. I try my best to will the tears in my eyes away. It’s all gonna be okay. I hope. 

Eventually, I make my way down to the kitchen and eat dinner pretty quickly.

“How is packing going kid?” mom asks.

I’m about to lose my only defenders.

“Pretty well,” I say with a shrug. “Just trying to figure out what I really need to take with me and what I want to get rid of.”

Part 2 of One Step at a Time:

Y/n POV

Fuck. Fuck. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

I do the only thing I know how to do. I run. I sprint from goal line to goal line. Over and over again. Until someone stops me.

“Y/n,” They say into my ear. “Do not be disappointed in yourself. You worked your ass off this tournament. You played every fucking minute of this tournament. You basically carried this team on your back.”

“It wasn’t enough,” I say. “I have to go home without a medal to my family who now has one living child. They are going to be so fucking disappointed.”

Another body joins the hug.

“I can’t do it,” Y/n whispers.

Part 2 to Sister Hugs:

“Babe!” Christen yells. “There is someone at the door for you!”

After a few moments a confused Tobin appears and her confusion grows even more when she sees who is at the door.

“Y/n!” Tobin exclaims. “What are you doing here? Your team doesn’t play any California schools.”

“Surprise,” Y/n says with tears in their voice.

Tobin opens her arms for a hug, which Y/n joins with a sob.

Unnamed but its pretty self explanatory:

Y/n was having a great time at camp. They got to see all of their friends and play soccer all the time. The issue Y/n found with being in camp though is there were responsible adults. Responsible adults who provided rules and structure (consensually) for all members of the team but especially the younger ones, like Y/n. While Y/n doesn’t always appreciate this arrangement, they yearn for the bit of parental affection they receive from the older players.

“Ooh Rosie!” Y/n exclaims. “I’m bored. Entertain me!”

“I’m going to the zoo for a media thing,” Rose says. “We should see if you can tag along. And meet Fritz and Fiona with me.”

Y/n for one reason or another, was not allowed to go to the zoo. Which left them very displeased.

“Fuck off Sonnett,” Y/n says after Sonnett made her attempt at cheering up Y/n.

“Y/n!” Kelley warns sternly. “Apologize to Sonnett and knock off the attitude.”

“Sonnett, I am sorry that you are being annoying and I don’t like it.”

“Y/n!” Alyssa says deciding Y/n has pushed it too far. “You need to go sit in your room until you are able to treat everyone here with respect.”

“No!” Y/n yells. “I don’t want to!”

“I didn’t ask what you wanted to do. You have been in a bad mood most of the day and you have not been nice to anyone. So now you need to take some time to recenter yourself before you join the team again.”

“You didn’t make Trinity go to her room when she was being an asshole to everyone yesterday! It's not fair!”

“Y/n. You are throwing a tantrum because you weren’t allowed to go to the zoo with Rose. It is okay to be upset but you are not allowed to treat others the way you are treating them right now.”

“You can fuck off too!” Y/n yells at Alyssa. 

This was decidedly enough for Alyssa and Kelley. Kelley walked over and spanked Y/N once.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N we are going up to your room right now,” Alyssa says with finality.

With the weight of their actions hitting them, Y/N went without another word. Y/N had broken multiple rules and it was time to pay the price.

Once the trio were in Y/N’s room, Y/N went straight to the corner which was a relief for both Kelley and Alyssa because there are times when Y/N is too stubborn to do as they’re told. After both Kelley and Alyssa had time to cool off they knew it was time to deal with Y/N’s actions.

“Alyssa and I have had time to calm down,” Kelley tells Y/N. “When you are ready to talk about this then you can come out of the corner.”

Y/N chose to stay in the corner for a few more minutes, mostly gathering the courage to face their impending punishment.

What was supposed to be a NaNo but that obviously didn't happen:

I think I just made the biggest decision I will ever make in my life. Every decision I make impacts my future in some way, but not as intensely as this. 

It’s too late to turn back now Y/n. You have to get on the flight at this point or this was all for nothing.

Get off the train.

Go through TSA.

Find your gate.

There is Kelley, Christen, and Becky. They don’t know who I am, but at least I am at the right place.

“It’s so weird that Becky is across the aisle,” Kelley says. “I am so used to sitting in the middle of the two of you. I have no clue what I am going to do with the aisle seat.”

“Do you think this means that the new kid is on the flight with us?” Press asks.

Fuck. I am not ready to talk to people.

We get on the plane, and sure enough, I have the window next to Christen and Kelley. I pull out a textbook in hopes of both getting some homework done and to avoid conversation, but it seems that Kelley either doesn’t understand or doesn’t care about social cues.

“What is your name?” She asks me.

It takes me a moment to process that she is in fact talking to me, but eventually I tell her.

“Cool!” She says. “I’m Kelley if you didn’t already know. I’m so excited for there to be another youngin’ in camp with us!”

“Don’t let Kelley’s energy scare you,” Christen says. “I am Christen. I am also excited that you are joining us in camp, but I definitely understand the nerves you must be feeling right now.”

“I don’t quite know if what I am feeling at the moment is nerves,” I say, knowing damn well that I am more worried about the other things going on in my life. “But this definitely doesn’t feel real just yet.”

“That is understandable,” Christen says. “We will let you be, it seems like you have some stuff to get done on the flight. But don’t ever hesitate to come talk to us, now or when we are in camp. We all have been the new person before.”

—

(2022 Utah Camp)

“Someone disappeared for a while,” Sonnett whispers in my ear.

“Jesus Christ!” I squeak. “Where did you come from?”

“Well I wanted to hang out with you but no had seen you all day so I decided the best course of action was to hide in the lobby until your return. So now I ask the question, where have you been all day?”

“I umm…” I trail off not quite knowing how to explain the events of today. “I had some stuff I needed to take care of while we were in Utah. Then I just kinda got busy. I wasn’t planning on being gone so long. I’m sorry I wasn’t around earlier to hang out.”

“Hey, is everything okay Y/N/N?” Sonnett asks softly.

“Today was a very emotional day,” I explain. “A lot of things happened that I haven’t had time to process yet but I promise that I am safe.”

“If you need an ear I happen to have two, but I also understand that you may need some time to sit with everything by yourself. I am here for whatever you need. So is the rest of the team

Unnamed:

“Why does it seem like you don’t even care,” Korbin asks me when we get back to the locker room.

“What are you talking about?” I ask confused.

“Did you even know we won that game?” Korbin asks. “You were barely physically present today. You haven’t given a shit all camp. If you didn’t want to be here you should have given your spot to someone else.”

“If I didn’t care I wouldn’t be here,” I explain. “It’s a rather inconvenient time for me to be in camp.”

[urfavouritegirlie]

Daddy's girl

(Aaron x Tiana!daughter x mom!reader)

Since the day Aaron found out he had a daughter, his wallet has been begging him to stop but he don’t listen. He wants the best for her, so he bought a bigger apartment that they all moved in together when she was a couple months old. Tiana herself at three years old doesn’t make it any better. She’s a toddler that knows what she wants. Lord have mercy when you’re shopping and you come across the toy aisle. Anything she sees, she want. And you know what, she gets.

Now you don't like this. Aaron spoiling our daughter. Once or twice was cute but everytime? Not on my watch. If she’s out shopping with me, I'll give her the ‘mom look’ if she starts whining and she’ll know she ain’t getting anything.

But shopping with her dad though. Jackpot. All she has to do is point to what she wants and he replies with ‘which colour do you want?’ She has Barbie dolls, Bratz dolls kids make up, toy laptop, toy phone, a toddler kitchen. She’s a whole kid boss.

The only time Aaron said ‘no’ to her was when she asked for an iPad. She cried and her gave her the ‘dad look’. In her world the dad look was scarier than the mom look. She stopped immediately. She minute she stepped home, she came crying to me. Aaron felt bad but there was no way he was getting her an iPad. So he made it up to her with ice cream.

“I’m gonna sign Tiana up for pre-school.”

“Why? She’s fine here.”

“I know but it’s good for her to socialise with other kids her age and make friends.”

“Why can’t she be friends with us?”

“Because that’s sad Aaron. Imagine your only friends being your parents. Besides she’s a big girl now. Anyways I’ve got to go now before I’m late and drenched in this rain.”

A bunch of kisses for Tiana and long kiss from Aaron.

“See that’s how that one happened. I have to go.”

I leave and it’s just those two at home. Usually these times Aaron would get calls to do some jobs as prowler but he’s left all that behind him. He told the truth to King Pin and he let him go with a fat check even though he scolded him for being irresponsible. Now he’s back in engineering for his own business and works whenever he wants.

“Alright T time to get ready for bed.”

He turned around and she wasn’t there. This again. She knew that when I went to work at night, it was time for bed and we all know toddlers hate bedtime.

She does this routine where she will hide and avoid to go to bed. Aaron will go on a hunt to look for her. All he has to do is make her giggle in her hiding spot or say he’ll take something away from her and she’ll suddenly pop out.

“Where could she be hmm?”

He went to her room. Nothing. That master bedroom. Then he heard a shuffle in the closet. Found you.

“Well I can’t find her so I guess me and mom are going to Disney world without her.”

“NOOO WAIT.”

She comes out looking like she’s close to tears. “No don’t leave me.”

“Don’t we won’t leave you, unless you get ready for bed.

She obliged and followed her dad to get ready. Aaron ran her bath water with lots of soap and she picked out her bath toys. She got in and he supervised. Once bath time was done, he dressed her in her pyjamas and brushed her teeth. Now when you bath in warm water for a while, you start to get tired. That was exactly his plan. Now was step two. This step is warm milk. He warms up milk in her sippie cup. Tiana loves warm milk and majority of the time it puts her out. If not, then step three. A story and cuddles. She picks a book from her shelf and get daddy to read for her. After those steps, she's out like a light.

Time for Aaron's 'me' time. He can catch up on some basketball games that he's been missing out on. But after a busy day he's had sleep started to catch on him. After trying force his eyes open he eventually gives up and goes to lie in bed.

He hears his phone ring and picks up without looking at who it was but he already knows who it is.

"Hey baby"

"Hey"

"You sound tired. Did I wake you?"

"Nah"

"She has worn you out huh? Is she asleep now?"

"After a hour of chasing her, yes she's asleep. I was thinking, how bout we go to Disney world this weekend?"

"She asked you?"

"No. I kinda bribed her to come out of her hiding spot for it."

"Disney world sounds good. I gotta go now. Love you."

"Love you too."

He could finally sleep. But that was until he heard his door open and small head with a bonnet peak through. She steps in and closes the door behind her. Aaron doesn't move, in fact he fakes sleeps to see what she would do. Her footsteps where cushioned by the onsie she was wearing. He feels a small hand tap his face.

"Hmm?"

"Daddy I'm scared."

He switches the lamp on, illuminating the room in a dim warm light. He looks at her face and it looks like she's about to cry. As he was about to ask her why she was scared a bright flash of lightning flashed through the curtains. Within seconds thunder followed through and he saw her flinch closer to him.

He didn't hesitate to pick her up and hold her close to calm her down and stop her crying. "Shhh it's ok. It won't hurt you ok."

He's rubbing her back in soothing circles and she's sniffling. "Can I stay with you?"

"Sure you can."

He lays back down on his pillow and she lays on my pillow but it's nit enough. She's still shaken. She moves closeR so she can cuddle with her dad. She put her head on his chest and she feels more calm.

"Titi do you wanna start pre-school?"

"What't that?"

"It's a place where there are other kids you age."

From the sound of that, her mood lighten up. "Really? Does that mean I can play with someone?"

"Well yeah but don't you wanna stay here for a bit?"

"No. That's boring."

He has to simply accept the fact that she growing and he can't always be there for her. The thought was eating him alive. Leave his babygirl? No way. He would stay with her in pre-school if he could.

After a long night of trying to ignore the thunder storm outside, they both finally fell asleep. The early sun was up and I had finally arrived from my shift. The storm last night was distracting. Even the patients couldn't get a good sleep.

I leave my bag and keys on the counter and walk to Tiana's room. I peak inside but she's not there. Only one other place she could be. I walk to our room and see the funniest sight. Aaron sleeping on his side and Tiana sleeping on all sides, arms everywhere. Her little foot was in his face but it looked like they were in deep sleep to be bothered by it.

[what-gs-watching]

“Speaking of not being able to move. I too have had trouble moving. Lately. Past the poverty line.”

Maybe I’m predictable but I’m still settling into this new job and it’s hard to focus on other new things when everything during my day is new so the other night I decided to restart Superstore. 

Which is another one of my ‘this show deserves more love’ shows. Maybe one of the last sitcoms I picked up from NBC before I went full on feral for streaming services. It’s charming and stupid and I’m weirdly a sucker for the guy who plays Jonah.

Wherein, we follow the lives of associates of Cloud 9, a big box store, while they deal with working in retail and all of the absolute ridiculousness that goes along with that (COVID, included). 

Amy (America Ferrara, who is perfectly utilized here honestly) is a 30-something shift manager at the store with a daughter she had at 19 and a lazy husband. She’s obviously disillusioned with her monotonous life until Jonah (Ben Feldman, who I JUST realized I recognized from ‘Drop Dead Diva’ like whoooa) shows up, a dude who washed out of business school and is annoyingly pretentious but also adorably fun. Hijinks ensue. 

I really do love the entire supporting cast of this show. Dina is the psychotic assistant manager who owns a ton of birds, is brutally honest and kind of a bully but ends up being a really good friend. Cheyenne starts out as a ditzy pregnant teen mom but her storyline with her ridiculous wanna-be gangster boyfriend turned husband with a mustache is hilarious and weirdly endearing. And her friendship with Mateo (who is fussy, snarky, undocumented, and has a terrible romance with district manager, Jeff) is life goals. 

Y’all know I’m all about the relationships in shows, and I do enjoy the Amy/Jonah slowburn because, like, obvi any slowburn is always gonna get me, but the friendships are really just chef’s kiss. Garrett, the chill dude who does the in-store announcements, loves videos games and doesn’t generally give a fuck, ends up as Jonah’s reluctant best friend. Dina ends up finding the perfect frenemy in Sandra, who is everyone’s punching bag but also creepily FIERCE at times. I also love Cheyenne and Garrett - there’s an episode where the store has amnesty to admit roles they’ve broken and neither one of them have so they dig into the employee handbook to find one, but end up focusing on ‘no hats’ even though Garrett insists “we’re not hatting this!”

The dynamics are perfect. 

Basically, I feel this show deeply in my heart. I worked retail for years, it was my first job in high school and I worked at a Burlington Coat Factory entirely through college. The appeal of the show is that they’re a bunch of random ass people that bond over the fact that the store is terrible and minimum wage jobs are demeaning but they make it fun and I’ve totally lived that.

I had two work moms. And I met one of my absolute best friends there. We had adventures following shoplifters,  dancing at the registers singing made up songs, throwing parties for holidays, waking up too fucking early to work black friday shifts or doing inventory.  We bitched about unfair corporate policies and I saw a few of my friends have babies and have to scramble on how to support themselves. I saw all of the hidden talents my coworkers had and the dreams they wanted to achieve. We suffered through customers treating us like shit, and we lifted each other up. 

Working retail is a brutal undertaking but it can also be an oddly beautiful tapestry and that’s what I love about Superstore. 

I also appreciate that they talk about the real shit. There’s a walkout/strike after Glenn, the high-pitched, god-fearing, somewhat buffoon of a store manager gets fired for sneakily trying to give Cheyenne paid leave after she gives birth in the store. The associates band together eventually to try and unionize. There’s a bit about Amy asking for a raise, which results in the whole store sitting through a lecture on proper “budgeting” which includes a section about how “Uncle Sam has your food, now go get it!” At one point, there’s an ICE sweep in retaliation to unionization whispers. They follow Amy’s struggles in trying to climb the ladder and make something of herself. It’s real but also exaggerated, and sad and funny. 

It’s absolutely a snapshot in time and it lets me romanticize a period of my life that I spent desperately trying to escape. You know that dream people have about sitting for an exam in a class they didn’t know they were taking? I never have that dream. I have a dream where I show up to Burlington as I am now, a thirty-something with a ‘career’, and I know I haven’t worked there in years, but I’m panicked because I can’t figure out what my schedule is and everyone is annoyed I haven’t been coming in for my shifts. 

Working a job like that shapes you and stays with you. I managed to escape, I’m the asshole who just spent nine months on the couch pouting about my cushy job being taken away and doing nothing other than trying to force myself into another one, but maybe that’s okay because I lived that retail struggle for a good bit. I understand it, and I am never one of those asshole customers. 

All that to say, Superstore depicts that struggle flawlessly. And it makes me miss that unique camaraderie that you’ll never truly get working a tech job. It honestly cannot be duplicated. And if you’ve never experienced it for yourself, at least you can through the absolute ridiculousness that is the gang at Cloud 9.

[talktomegooseman]

Hopelessly Devoted to You

Ship: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: allusions to sex, minor angst but mostly fluff

Authors Note: for my lovely @unmistakablyunknown!! Also based off the song from Grease

     You woke up alone. Jake’s side of the bed was cold and you weren’t a fan of it. This had been happening more and more lately and you were beginning to wonder if he was getting cold feet. You’d heard stories about grooms freaking out and leaving just days before the wedding. You didn’t want that to happen to you. 

     You wanted to wake up wrapped in his warm embrace, his green eyes bright and shining in a way that he only does for you. You’d have to bring this up to his mom and Penny if he doesn’t say something, and that’s not something you wanted to do just a week before the wedding. 

     You got out of bed and got ready for the day, even though you didn’t have to work. You went down to the kitchen, hoping to see your fiancé but he was already gone for the day. He did feed Rudy though, so that was nice. The small dog comes your way, sniffing at your feet. You bend down and scratch behind his ears, just where he likes it. 

The day goes on with no other word from either of the men, and you can’t keep from worrying. You try to quell the nauseous feeling in your stomach, and your shaking hands by making dinner, turning on your music, hearing the first song come up, and you nearly break down as Songbird plays through the speaker in the kitchen. You wipe your eyes and continue on with the task at hand.

Jake is heading out to his truck when Bob stops him. “Hey is Sunshine ok?” he asks, as Jake smiles at the use of your nickname. “I hope so, I know I haven’t been home much, which I think is making her think I’ve got cold feet, and I really don’t. I’m just stressed and have been talking to Mav and Penny about using the Hard Deck as the venue so we don’t have to pay, and I haven’t told her about it, so I think she thinks I’m not there. And I need to change that.” He says, scrubbing a hand over his face, sighing.

Bob doesn’t say anything but nods in understanding as the pair walk out to the lot and to their vehicles. They wave a goodbye, and Jake starts his truck, hearing the engine purr, trying to calm his racing heart and frantic nerves.

He drives with music playing softly, singing along to If You Could Read My Mind, and the song ends as he pulls into the garage, killing the engine, and exiting the truck. He walks through the door that leads into the house, and hears Silversprings playing in the kitchen, and he sighs. He takes off his boots, and drops his duffle by them.

He goes into the kitchen, and sees you at the sink, peeling a cucumber. He finds your phone on the counter, and pauses the music, making you jump. “Jesus Jake, I could’ve cut myself.” you exclaim, as you whip around to face him. “I’m sorry baby. Didn’t mean to scare you.” he says as he takes the peeler and cucumber out of your hands and places them on the counter.

He leads you away from the sink and on the barstools placed around the kitchen island. You look at him confused, hurt, and scared. You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and feel the pad of Jake's thumb wipe it away, which makes you cry harder. How could a man this sweet be leaving, you thought.

“Jake…” “Hey, hey, hey. Baby. Why the tears?” “You’re gonna leave me.” You say through sobs, shoulders shaking. Jake pulls you close, chin resting on the top of your head. “No no no. I’m not leaving. Never. I’m just stressed with the wedding planning, and I’m sorry I’ve made you feel like I’m getting cold feet. I’m not.” He says softly, as he pulls you out of his embrace to look at you. He wipes more tears away, and feels tears of his own prick his eyes.

You take a shaky breath before speaking. “Really? You’re not leaving?” you ask, as he shakes his head, holding your hands in his. “Like I said, never. You’re my one and only darling. My one and only.” He says, as you bring a hand to the back of his neck, bringing his head to yours, feeling his forehead on yours. 

“I’m hopelessly devoted to you darling. Everyone who knows us can see it, and I know for a fact you know it.” “Show me then. Show me how hopelessly devoted you are. Let everyone know when we go out tomorrow. Show them and me that I’m your one and only.” You whisper, your lips at the corner of his mouth. “I will darlin. Don’t you doubt it.” he says, as he stands up, picking you up from the barstool, taking you to the bedroom to show you how much you mean to him, the dinner forgotten.

You woke up the next morning with an arm wrapped around you, and you sighed at the weight and the warmth. “Morning dear.” “Mmmm good morning.” Jake says, voice raspy from sleep, and the events of the night before. “What are the plans for today?” you ask, your head on your hand, propped up on your elbow. “I was thinking about venues, and asked Penny and Mav if we could use the Hard Deck, and they’re cool with it, since they know it’s going to be the group, and my parents and sisters. I know it’s not the perfect one you wanted but I think it fits us the most.” he says, looking up at you. 

“I love it Jake.” “Good I’ll let my mom know so when she shows up at the end of the week, with the endless amount of decorations she knows where to go.” he says with a laugh, which makes you laugh as well. 

The day finally came, and you were in the small office in the Hard Deck getting ready. Amelia was helping you with your makeup, while Penny was doing your hair, with Mrs. Seresin at the ready with the veil. “What's that look for?” Amelia asks, pulling away from your face, lipstick in hand. “Just missing my mom and dad is all.” “Oh honey.” Penny and Mrs. Seresin both say, wrapping you in their arms, as you take a deep breath. “It’ll be ok. Now no tears, can’t ruin that makeup Amelia worked so hard on.” Mrs. Seresin says, as they release you from their embrace. You nod and laugh, sitting back down as Amelia adds the finishing touches.

You hear a knock on the door, and Mav peeks his head in. He smiles as you give him a thumbs up letting him know that you’re ready to go. He opens the door, and lets the other three go get their seats, offering you his arm. You smile as he walks you down the makeshift aisle, and you see Jake in his suit with Bob, and Bradley at his side, Natasha and Amelia next to your empty spot. 

He gives you a smile as you stand in front of him, his hands covering yours. Reuben officiates, and everyone cheers when you kiss as husband and wife for the first time. You both enjoy the party, and when it’s time for the first dance, Jake gives Bob a nod, and the beginning of Hopelessly Devoted to You starts. “What did I say? I’m hopelessly devoted to you.” Jake says, taking you to the dance floor, as the both of you sway to the song. Both of you are hopelessly devoted to each other.

[saturn-sends-hugs]

Ask and ye shall receive:

Ok first off, I’m gonna try to keep this somewhat short since I have WAY too many of these uh…

Literally longer than my longfic rn 🫠. And this is discounting ones just floating elsewhere (and about 99% (heh. ow.) of it is angst) so I’m just gonna pick three happier headcanons for the Batch. Which are still very, very long 😅

1. Cooking

Tech cannot cook. He reads the recipe, he will follow it to the T, but for reasons he can absolutely never understand (substituting ingredients for things that would work in theory but very much so do not), what he ends up with is dubious at best and dangerous at worst. (Never let Tech near a microwave. Ever. He will get ideas)

Hunter thinks he can cook. He knows how to make packaged meals and simple stuff like that, but he cannot cook. Omega would absolutely never ask him to cook because no one wants the space equivalent of a plain baloney sandwich for every meal of the day.

Wrecker can cook, he just doesn’t like to. You’re telling me I have to spend two hours putting these ingredients together for a meal when I could just eat them as is? He doesn’t see the point of making sides or extra stuff instead of just making the food edible as soon as possible. (Not to say that he doesn’t like all the extra stuff, he just would pretty much never spend the time to make it himself)

Crosshair could cook. If he wanted to. He does not.

And ofc Echo can cook, his very first shore leave he went out to buy cooking tools and sat with Tech to modify them into scomp attachments. He learned since he’s always been a picky eater and just liked something other than ration bars most of the time. But also since he’s a picky eater, a lot of the times he’ll cook for the batch and make something completely separate for himself. And maybe for Omega. Cause she wanted space mac n cheese too. (am i projecting here MAYBE MAYBE LISTEN— i could go on abt my autistic/picky eater echo headcanons (100% self-inserts) all day but that’s for another post lol)

2. Sleeping

Tech sleeps like a cartoon character, ass directly in the air with his pillow all fluffed under his head.

Wrecker sleeps completely starfished on his back snoring louder than one would think possible.

Crosshair sleeps like the dead, arms directly at his sides and he wakes up the exact same way, just opening his eyes and slowly levering up to sitting like a mummy or something.

Hunter sleeps like a normal person (lol), but he has big sound canceling headphones since his senses would never let him sleep with Wreckers snoring.

Echo doesn’t like sleeping, but when he does, he sleeps curled as tightly as possible with his back to the wall. Eventually the batch get him a weighted blanket and Tech makes him a heated mattress, but he still never likes sleeping :)

3. Swearing (once Omega is with them):

Tech isn’t usually one to swear anyway, so it’s not difficult for him to just not when Omega is around.

Wrecker would make up fun replacements like cheese and crackers or H E double hockey sticks-type things.

Hunter would try his best, but he would get like halfway through before he changes it like “Holy shiiiiiiiitaké” yknow?

I’m a bit undecided on Crosshair, he would either act all cold and tough but absolutely never swear around Omega and flick toothpicks at whoever accidentally does, or he just wouldn’t care. Fully like “Fuck you, dipshit,” and Hunter would just glare at him until Cross fixes himself like “Sorry, sorry, I meant asshole.”

And Echo would be the one enforcing the rule. He’s the one glaring at Hunter when he accidentally slips up and starts to swear, he would cover Omegas ears when there’s people at Cid’s, he’s just the mom.

However. He’s an arc trooper. He was in Anakin’s battalion, he’s Fives’ twin, and he straight up says “What the hell,” within the first few minutes we meet him. Omega knows more curse words than the average pirate, but she has no idea that’s what they are because every time Echo swears around her, it goes like this:

Echo: *long string of botched mando’a swears*

Omega: *repeats them*? What’s that mean?

Echo (immediately blushing and freaking out): Nothing, nothing! It’s super boring, it just means… uh…….. socks…

And Omega would never know until she repeats it to one of the others and they all just turn to glare at Echo as he desperately tries to melt into the floor.

And lastly, bonus from the dredges of my notes app:

I have SO many more but I’m gonna stop myself there 😅 And uh, while I was scrolling through my notes I found a TON of stuff I just?? Never posted?? So idk, I’m thinking of doing like a weekly headcanon/wip/notes-app-whatever post just to put them out there or something, idk. (Should I?)

Gonna tag @gentle-hero-blog @phis-writing and @jealous-sloth77 since y’all wanted this lol

[p4ntry-d3m0n]

what if. hear me out. what if. what if….wh at if….. diakko?

What if diakko angst where Diana is trying really hard to live up to her mom and her family’s reputation and is trying really hard to learn everything she can to the point of full on neglecting Akko and Akko is really sad about it despite being as supportive as possible as her girlfriend

But then it’s the anniversary of Akko finding out her magic was stolen and she quietly goes into Diana’s office and is like “can we maybe spend the day together? It’s just kind of a weird day and I wanna be with you” because she doesn’t want to explicitly say what day it is (both because she hates saying it because it feels heavier and brings back shitty memories, and because she figures Diana is still able to remember the day) and Diana is already frustrated with her learning and magic, so she snaps at Akko like “Akko, I love you, I really do, but I don’t have time for whatever ‘weirdness’ is going on right now. I’m busy, can you just go somewhere else or to someone else?”

And then Akko just stays silent for a bit before shakily saying “yeah, right, I get it. I’ll just- go ask Lotte and Sucy or something” and Diana lets out a bit of a huff (not intending to be impolite) and returns to her work

The next day, Diana wakes at her desk, having passed out, to hear some sort of commotion from somewhere else in the home and goes out to find Akko in their room packing a suitcase while Anna is trying to convince her not to make any rash decisions and they’re kind of ranging from bickering to arguing

Diana is like “what’s going on? Why are you packing clothes?”

Akko just looks away with a dejected and frustrated look before sighing and saying “I’m going to stay with Lotte for a bit, then I’m gonna head home, see my parents and stay there for a few weeks”

Diana, confused and incredibly oblivious, asks “Why? I don’t remember any events or holidays”

Anna sighs a bit at that and Akko snaps like “look, Diana, I’ve tried so, so hard to be here for you and support you and care for you and be as patient as possible even when I know I’m probably the least patient person you know, but I can’t do this anymore. You’ve been distant for months, we’ve barely spent time together for months, I’ve even barely heard an ‘I love you’ for months because I don’t get to see you”

“And I get it. You’re trying to live up to expectations and you want to achieve your goals. I hope you do. I really do. But I can’t keep doing this, I just- can’t”

And she finishes packing up the last thing and walks out of the room while Diana is there, frozen and devastated from what she was just told

[dnightshade0]

Voltron: don’t fall asleep on the couch

Lance was taking a nap on the couch. His wife Elena walks in and sees him laying there and gets an evil idea.

She goes into the master bath and grabs her makeup kit, then returns to the living room and stands over Lance menacingly.

After about 15 minutes, she had successfully prettied up lances face. He was now wearing foundation, eye liner, eye shadow, powder, blush and lipstick. She giggles to herself and goes to put the makeup away. A minute later, Lance wakes up, yawns and stretches out his muscles. As he gets up, Elena comes in, acting innocent.

Elena: hay honey! Sleep well?

Lance: yep, most relaxing nap I’ve had in a while.

Elena then pulls out her phone and turns on the camera option.

Elena: strike a pose sweetie!

Lance makes a peace sign and winks as Elena takes the picture.

Snap!

Before Lance can ask to see the picture, the doorbell rings. Lance goes to answer the door to find hunk, Pidge, shiro and Keith. Lance and Elena were expecting them as they were hosting a football party to watch the game.

Lance: hay guys! About time you got here. I was going to start digging into the taco salad!

Hunk was about to retort but stops short when he takes in lance’s appearance. He gaps at him for a few seconds before replying.

Hunk: …haaaay… is the man of the house at home?

Lance: oh haha. Funny. Just get in here.

They all enter and start making vague teasing remarks.

Pidge: damn, I knew you had a skin care routine but I didn’t realize you were into that.

Lance: huh?

Keith: and here I thought you couldn’t get any prettier. lol

Lance: dude, I’m always beautiful!

Shiro: would you say your beauty rivals Elena now?

Lance: please, we’re the best looking couple on the block.

As they are talking, Elena comes in, setting a bowl of chips on the coffee table. Shiro turns to her.

Shiro: is this your handy work?

he asks pointing to lance.

Elena: (snickers) yep. >X3

They all start laughing and Lance just looks confused.

Lance: what’s so funny?

Elena: do you remember the picture I took a few minutes ago?

Lance: yeah?

She takes out her phone and shows him the picture.

Lance looks at it and his jaw drops.

Lance: !!! WTF?!?!

lance immediately tries to grab the phone but Elena holds it out of his reach.

Lance: DELETE THAT NOW?!

Elena: lol nope. :P

Lance: I’M SERIOUS! DELETE THAT PHOTO RIGHT NOW!

Elena: really Lance? Your worried about a picture I took when you have your friends standing right here and can take pictures with their own phones?

Lance freezes at that and slowly turns to look at his friends who are all smiling and are in fact taking out their phones.

Lance screeches, covers his face and runs out of the room and into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. Elena walks up to the bathroom and hears the sound of the sink running.

Elena: honey, thats high quality makeup. The only way you’re getting that off is with makeup remover.

Lance: … where’s your makeup remover?

Elena: in the master bathroom.

Lance: … Quiznak!

(Later)

Shiro: so are you gonna delete that photo?

Elena: nope.

Shiro: why not?… wait… your gonna use it as blackmail material aren’t you?

Elena: I’ve been trying to get lance to take us to this new hibachi restaurant by us for months now. If he doesn’t take us the next time I ask, I’ll threaten to send this picture to all his sisters.

——————————————————-

This idea came to me while I was enjoying an evening out at a hibachi restaurant called Fujiyama for my birthday. It’s only on rare occasions like this that I wear make up. Then I got to thinking about what kind of funny moment Lance and his wife could have and this idea came to mind somehow… I don’t even remember how it all lead to this outcome… oh… I think maybe I do.

There was a family sitting at the same hibachi table as my mom and I. A father, mother and three little girls. It was one of the little girl’s birthday. She was turning seven. They were having a fun little family moment. The cook at our table had thrown shrimp in our mouths. He got one in my mouth, missed the second time, got shrimp in the dad’s mouth at least five times but missed every time with the little girls. He shot a shrimp into the mom’s mouth so fast, she barely had time to realize he shot it in. Her reaction was so funny. We all had a good laugh with it.

Then while we were eating I started thinking about what kind of funny moments this family must have together. I wondered if the little girls would ever try to put make up on their dad like some girls did in the movie “daddy daycare”. Then all the pieces fell into place.

[deyadee]

I Was Put in a Mental Hospital

Well I guess the secret was gonna come out sooner or later, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be pissed when it finally does. Six days ago I was put in a mental hospital. I stayed there for 4 and a half days before they finally let me out.

It all started when I was having another 3 in the morning crying session. I have a lot outside of the blog, unsurprisingly. I only really blog on here when it gets *bad*. Though this time I decided not to. I felt like I was really going to finally fucking end this once and for all, but of course I decided to text the hotline because I’m too much of a pussy to ever actually go through with it. It took them a fucking hour to text me back any reply. I’ve texted the hotline a handful of times before, and usually they don’t sound like a text generator but this time I swear everything this bitch said was so robotic and apathetic like she was texting out the same fucking template she sent everyone. I’d ask her a question and she’d respond with the usual spiel you hear from every chat bot along with the “do you have any weapons and can you get away from them”. Blah blah blah all shit I’ve heard before and nothing sounded like something an actual goddamn person would type, even if they have to stick to strict protocol so they don’t get someone to kill themselves. The damn chat bot took so long to respond between each message that I was practically falling asleep by the end having cried so much. Each line hurt more because it felt like not even a real goddamn person cared about me dying that they had to get a fucking machine to say “There there you fat stupid fucking pig, you shouldn’t die! Who will work at McDonald’s and serve the other useless sacks of shit in society if you die? Your life matters because we can make so much money off of you if you live!”

So eventually I’m just fed up and exhausted with my heart just empty afterwards so I pretty much text “Yeah, I’m fine. I won’t do it, even if you’re a piece of shit robot. I’m going to bed because I cried so much.”

And usually in Kentucky that would result in nothing. I get off the chat, go to sleep, and that’s the end of story. But that’s not how shit goes in Florida.

I woke up to my dogs barking and freaking the fuck out at the door, I ignore it and go back to sleep. My mom wakes me up a second later saying there are police at the door. I freak the fuck out thinking that a murder happened or something, but she says that said something like someone was going to commit suicide at the house. She’s confused who it would be and asks if I did it. I freeze. Do you lie and get the police to fucking shoot you or some shit or tell the truth and let your mother know you’re a goddamn pathetic whore who bitches about her life for no reason? I choose the second and she starts crying, taking me to the door. The police say they legally have to take me to see someone. I think it’s a therapist or something but I was fucking wrong. They give me a second to actually throw on clothes and shoes so I can go and they take me into the back of a police car. The guy driving tries to be nice letting me pick out the music and apologizing that he has to take me but I just sit in the back bawling my eyes out because my entire fucking life is crumbling around me. My family knows my secret and now I’m being taken away to who knows fucking where in a goddamn cop car.

I get dropped off at a white building in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, they take me through a fucking Metal cage hallway into the facility. They strip me, take my clothes and phone- then make sit in a room with a bunch of fucking crackheads that are walking around screaming at each other and at the nurses- who are also screaming back at them. Every single dude looks like a fucking pedophile or molester so I’m freaking the fuck out in my chair as I wait for a nurse to come back to get me. After a fucking hour of paperwork I see a cute girl sit in a chair across from me wearing the same huge purple robe. She looks cute and around the same age as me so I end up looking over at her a lot, but I feel like a fucking pervert because it’s hard to tell between the ages of someone in their later teens or early twenties so I stop myself from looking. One of the crazy bitches sends me over to get lunch, I grab a box and sit down. I only eat part of a sandwich and a cookie before I notice the other girl doesn’t have food. I stand up and ask her if she wants part of mine since she didn’t get any and she accepts my milk carton.

Another fucking hour of paperwork later they tell me they don’t accept my insurance and that I have to go to a place across the street.

They put me in this van with bars along the windows, still wearing this huge purple robe and shitty flip-flops they gave me that were too big to walk in. I get out and sit in another waiting room of a different place, though this one feels like a full hospital instead of just a warehouse they shove nut jobs in. I get taken for more questioning and paperwork before they finally bring me upstairs to this room with more crazy people. Though these people are a lot less screamy and about twice my age at least. I get assigned this room with this older woman in a wheelchair. We get forced into a group activity and I mostly sit in the back being quiet so I don’t get noticed. I already know I’m gonna go fucking insane in this place. No phone, no people even relatively around my age, no doing anything but going to mealtimes and doing group activities. I start freaking the fuck out and spiraling thinking I’m gonna fucking find some way to kill myself one way or another in here-

Until the girl from the last place comes in. Halle-fucking-lujah. At first I don’t approach her as they guide her around just so I don’t seem creepy and desperate. I mainly wander around the space to look for anything to do.

We all get lined up for a group time and finally she gets closer to me and as I was trying to think of what to say she tells me she didn’t feel comfortable with literally anyone else in this facility- but me. I say the same thing and it’s like we became instant friends. It was nice. We were pretty much inseparable for the first three days we were there, until two other girls arrived to add to our small group suicidal girls. I did feel a little creepy talking to them since I was 22 and they were all 18, but I guess it’s only a four-year gap.

I don’t remember everything, and I’ll probably get on here later to make a part two- but I’ll say I did feel bad around them for a bit since they all had boyfriends/fiances and never shut up about them. The girl I befriended even HAD A KID. I didn’t want to admit it but every time they would bring up their partners or her kid I felt like I wanted to kill myself even more. It’s not like I really want a kid right now, but it doesn’t help when your mom says she was your age when she had you. Oh, and one of the girls kept calling her fucking boyfriend her “partner” or her “significant other” like bitch just say Boyfriend B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D. That always gets on my fucking nerves. Like what are you ashamed of? It’s not like you have to hide that you’re straight and have a boyfriend, just fucking say boyfriend. Once the third girl of the group showed up they never shut up about their damn romances while I sat there like a fat ugly fucking pig. They’d be like “Oh I’m so glad I found them, they’re my everything. My boyfriend’s so sweet he loves me so much!” God I wanted to die right there. They’re four years younger than me and have partners- one’s even ENGAGED. While I sit here wasting my fucking life being a damn loser. That and the shit living conditions of the place made me want to die even more. It’s not like I’m already fucking spiraling knowing everyone knows I’m a fucking wacko now, let’s add on that we have partners who love us and we aren’t going to die alone! I didn’t want to say anything but that third girl was really fucking annoying too, but I didn’t wanna say anything since the girl I first met was really nice and liked her. God she never fucking shut up about goddamn anything especially her fucking “partner” GODDAMN JUST SAY BOYFRIEND BITCH.

I’ll probably continue this in a part two cause I don’t really feel like bitching about it right now so tune in for that

[wambsgansshoelaces]

HEY GIRL OMG I HAVENT CHECKED ON YOUR BLOG IN LIKE SOOO LONG I MISSED YOU

this is all so irrelevant but I finished school like a week ago so I'm like free forever (I'm doing externals next year so like this is my last period of freedom before becoming an academic slave to the education system)

Also hallway crush update. So like 2 weeks ago on a random Saturday I wake up and I get a notification on Instagram and its a message from him and so obviously I'm like dying and dead and decomposing and so I wait 17 minutes and I finally open it and it's this dumb fucking reel of this girl with a dog and he was like "look, it's you" (he uses punctuation over text which okayyy come here you cuteass nerd) now obviously I have no idea what the fuck that means, is he saying I look like a dog??? (Keep in mind this is the first time we've ever texted so huhhh) and so I'm like "bro what 💀" and he says that he meant the GIRL and not the dog. Which okay, yeah, that makes sense. But then again we literally do NOT talk. Like EVER. The most contact we've had before then was all the post-exam debriefs where my friends and his friends are talking about wether the answer to question 18 is 3.5 or 3.6 (we go to a "gifted" school so really we're all just a bunch of nerds) ANYWAYS NOT THE POINT. the point is that this was all so fucking random. Also the girl does NOT look like me. I asked some of my friends and even my mom and they all said that she does though so 💀 anyways I tell him that I don't really see it and he goes "look in the mirror. She could be your sister" and so at this point I am dumbfounded by this man's nonexistent texting skills and im like "well maybe she is ill have to check" and bro LEAVES ME ON READ 💀💀 which totally sucks but like it's fine I guess. Now I do have an issue here and that is that there's this girl in his class and I do think that he may be into her. My friends from his class say that they talk all the time and I see how he is around her, then again she DOES have a boyfriend (and a reputation of stringing every single breathing male along) but I'm worried that he likes her 😔😔 ANYWAYS I do hope that we're in the same class next year 💀💀

Fuck I've been rambling for so long I'm sorry this is literally a fucking newspaper 💀💀

AAANNYYYWAYS HAVE A GREAT NIGHT/DAY QUEEN AND EID MUBARAK BYEEEE

AAAAA I MISSED YOU OMGGGG

don’t even worry I love reading these leave whatever you want in my ask box I love it 🫶🏽

I read all of it and girl idk I’m just gonna say he likes u because we manifest here >:( I have no idea how relationships or anything work LMFAO but I do think ur both cutie patootie together bc like he’s trying even though he’s not chronically online and that the universe will make things right and u’ll get together and fireworks and everything JDJANFNFN but seriously I believe in u I hope ur summer is sosososo good and that u guys hang out or something !!!! go get ur mans bae ily stay safe smooch

[jodilin65]

THURSDAY, JUNE 28, 1990 The last thing I said the last time I wrote isn’t nearly as shocking as the things I’m going to write about this time. First, though, it turns out that Dedra, Renee and Corinne all live in my old apartment on the first floor around the corner on Locust St. What a weird coincidence, huh?

That’s nothing compared to what I’m about to write about now. First, I was on the phone one night with a girl who called from the 900-line whom I never bothered to call back, when my hero Bill H called saying that the Dunaeffs at Dunaeff School of Performing Arts was closing cuz they’re retiring. Jean, I guess, has had a slight stroke. So Bill went on to say how he hated to see a low-income person have to back out and that he needs a place to teach in Springfield. He’s from Northampton and also gay as I pretty much figured. I told him my place was huge and I’d be honored and thrilled to have him use my place for him to teach. So he came over and saw how huge my living room is and he said he wasn’t trying to use me for a place to teach but that he really liked working with my voice and that if he did and it works out ok he’d teach me for free.

SATURDAY, JUNE 16, 1990 Me and Andy had an awesome night last night. To start with, about two nights ago I was fooling around on the phone just dialing randomly hoping for a woman to answer cuz I was gonna hit on her, but instead this guy answered but I hit on him just the same anyway.

When I did hit on him, assuming he’d say yes like the typical male would, I was shocked when he said no. I asked why he said no and he says, “Cuz I’m gay.” So I told him I was too, and explained that I was just fooling around on the phone, and through the discussion, I learned that he was a very well-known regular at the Pub and the Frontier. His name is Dedra and dresses up in drag, then I talked to another drag queen who was one of his roommates. A black guy who goes by the name of Renee which I immediately remembered having seen before.

So, last night me and Andy went to both the Pub and the Frontier to see the lip sync contest in which Renee won. In 2nd place was this guy who looks a lot like George Michael who’s also a roommate of Dedra’s and Renee, and also a guy named Corinne, and they’re all so friendly.

Dedra was shocked to see how beautiful I was, she said, and also that she’d spread the word about me and that they said they know people just as feminine as me. Also, they seem pretty drug-free. Dedra insists that I’ll have no problem getting a decent, feminine woman.

Sure.

Anyway, Andy and I ended up playing piano and I sang very well. My voice is getting better and better. Before I sang, Corinne told me he could tell I was a trained singer cuz of the way I breathe and the way my vocal cords vibrate in my throat and by looking at my mouth. Even in a singer’s sleep, they breathe differently. I remember Kacey waking me up saying she thought I was dead cuz I was so still.

THURSDAY, JUNE 7, 1990 The day I met that girl Lisa it turns out I was very wrong expecting an ugly or plain-looking girl. She was absolutely gorgeous, but I was right about that not being allowed by God. Plus, I figured before I ever saw her and heard how stable and mature she sounded over the phone that she’d never call to get together with me again. However, I really find it no great loss as I really need to be alone. I won’t say I never have thoughts or desires but I will say that I don’t want any hassles or heartaches. Also, I’m so used to the way things are.

Ma’s b-day was yesterday and when I called she sounded like a bitch. Why I don’t know, but does she always need a reason to be a bitch?

Today I spoke to Dad and when he and Mom come up from Florida in August, they’re gonna help me get out of here. I’ve decided I definitely need to move to Connecticut as I need family, this city’s getting so bad, I want to have a child, and there’s just nothing at all to do here. I’m so bored! I really want to be near my nieces and possibly make a little extra money on the side teaching music or sign language to kids or adults or whoever. Also, if I’m not sterile, I really want to have a baby while I’m young before I get really going full force musically.

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Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Dark ~

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

OCXCanon. 🔪 Azusa & Christine’s Story. 🌹

Fan Fiction Written by Me.

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

Masterpost.

⚠️⚠️ Self-harm and Blood. ⚠️⚠️

There was Blood.

So much Blood.

In this dark room.

Only a little moonlight was shining through.

I see a young man, with a knife in his hand.

I can’t see his face clearly, he doesn’t look at me.

He just stares at his arm, he looks lost in his thoughts… 

*Stab, Stab* 

Christine: (He’s cutting his arm!…)

“Stop! What are you doing?”

(He still doesn't look at me, he‘s staring at his bloody arm…)

Young Man: “Justin… you seem… happy now… Fufu… I'll do more…”

*Stab, Stab*

Young Man: “Fufufu… Hahaha… it feels wonderful…”

She moves closer to him.

Christine: “Please stop doing this to yourself…We need to treat your arm.”

The young man turns his gaze to her.

Christine: (There is sadness in those lavender eyes. Even though he was just laughing a minute ago…)

Young Man: … …

He grabs her wrist and stabs her arm.

Christine: “AAAH!”

Christine wakes up scared. She looks and touches her arm while breathing heavily. It was the same dream she's been having these past two weeks, with the same young man. She can’t tell his physical appearance clearly because of the darkness of the room. Only his lavender eyes were always clear when he looked at her. She doesn't understand why these nightmares started to happen at the beginning of the summer.

She wished she could sleep in longer since she was off from work but these bad dreams were waking her up every day really early in the morning, and it was hard for her to go back to sleep. Christine looks at the time and gets out of bed. It was 6:30 in the morning. Since she can't sleep, she goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth and takes a shower.

*TimeSkip*

She comes downstairs and sees her Mother and Father in the kitchen.

Christine: “Good Morning.”

She said smiling and kissing both her parents on the cheek.

Mother: “Good morning, Christine. Your coffee and breakfast are already on the table, go eat before it gets cold.”

Christine: “Thank you, Mom. You're the best.”

As a grown 20-year-old woman who's still living with her parents, she never felt ashamed of that. She loves her parents and her brother who is 18 years old. He also lives with them. She is very close to her family. She has always told herself that she will move out of her parent's house on the day she will get married one day. She doesn’t see that happening anytime soon since her jerk ex-boyfriend lied, cheated, and left her for another woman, leaving her heartbroken. Because of that relationship, she has bad trust issues. She feels that every man will treat her the way Mark did. So she decided not to date anyone for the time being. Lots of men have asked her out, but she has declined all of them. She doesn’t want a new relationship at the moment. All she wants is to focus on working, saving money, and spending time with her family and friends. That’s all she needs now and nothing else. Having a relationship is pointless, it will bring you pain and disappointments.

She sits down to eat her breakfast.

Father: “Christine, I would like to talk to you about something.”

Christine: “Yes, Dad?”

Father: “Darling, I found a good opportunity for you. A Month ago at work, I met this businessman. He’s a wealthy man. One of my coworkers told him, I have a hard-working daughter. He is hiring a young woman to help out in both mansions where his sons live. You will be working four days in one mansion and one day in the other.”

Christine: “Huh? So he’s looking for a housekeeper for his son's mansions? I’ll pass! I have nothing against that job, but… I love working with the children at the Elementary School. Once my two weeks vacation is over, I’m gonna work at the summer program.”

Father: “Darling… The payment will be double the money that you get paid from the school, plus the job is in Japan and you will be staying there for three months. Your flight will be paid and you will have your own bedroom and bathroom. You will also have weekends off to do as you please.”

Christine: (Shocked! This seems too good to be true. Plus going to Japan has always been a dream of mine...)

Father: “Going to Japan with a new job and meeting new people will do you good, and you’ll be able to make good money in the process. I’m not gonna obligate you to take the job but I will advise you to don't let this opportunity pass.”

Christine: “Dad, what's the name of this businessman? And which of your coworkers told him about me?”

Father: “It was Tony, and I'm glad he did, you need this opportunity. I did have a conversation with this businessman. His name is Karlheinz, and I made sure that you will be in good hands. Christine, after your breakup with Mark, it broke my heart to see you suffer like you did. I don’t ever want to see you go through that again.”

Christine: “I'm sorry dad, that you had to see me like that. I am better now and I have moved on with my life.”

Father: “You and I both know very well that you haven't healed from the breakup. Christine, you are my sunshine and it saddens me to see a dark cloud surrounding you.”

She suddenly sees her dad's eyes get watery. She felt emotional but Christine pretended she was fine, and held back the tears. She faked a smile.

Christine: “Dad, I promise I'm okay now and happy. All thanks to you and Mom. I love you both so much.”

Christine truly meant her words. If it wasn't for her parent's support she doesn't know what would have become of her.

“And… You are right, this is a good opportunity and I always wanted to visit Japan. I’ll take the job.”

Father: “You made the right decision, Christine. I am happy you are taking this job. All you have to do is read and fill out this form and you will be set. You leave next Friday.” 

Christine: (I am a little excited about this. Though I'm nervous about traveling alone, plus I won't see my family and close friends for three months! But my Dad is right, I need this. Being out of this hometown and doing something new will be a new experience for me…)

One Week Later. Thursday Night.

- Nightmare -

She ran as fast as she could. This time it wasn't in a room but instead in a dark hallway. She can hear footsteps and laughter behind her.

Young Man: “Fufufu… I don't mind… playing hide and seek… Fufufu…”

Christine keeps running not looking back.

- He grabs her from behind -

Young Man: “Gotcha…”

He whispered in her ear.

“You can never escape from me… I will always find you…”

Christine: “Let go of me!”

He pushed her to the floor, pulling out a knife.

Christine: “Oww…”

Young Man: “You are the chosen Rose… You must bleed for us… The time has come… for you and me… to inflict pain on each other…”

When he said those words she looked up at him. No clear image of him, the hallway was too dark. Only lavender eyes stared down at her.

- He gets on top of her, grips her neck, and stabs her heart -

Christine: “AAAAAAAAH!”

Mother: “Christine! Wake up!”

She wakes up crying.

Mother: “You’re ok, it's just a dream. Breath honey. I'm here.”

Her Mom hugs her.

Christine: “Mom, It felt so real! A guy attacked and stabbed me. I've been dreaming about this same guy for two weeks now!”

She continues to cry.

Mother: “It was just a nightmare, Christine. You are all right. Ever since your breakup with Mark, you have been fearing men and thinking they are all gonna hurt you.”

She breaks the hug.

Christine: “Mom! This has nothing to do with Mark or the breakup!”

Mother: “Shh, not another word Christine. It is three in the morning and I came here because your screams woke me up. I thought something bad happened to you for real. Now try going back to sleep. You have a long flight ahead of you later today. You are gonna need good energy.”

Christine: “… I'm sorry, Mom…”

Monologue

As I watched my Mom leave my room.

I can still feel the knife ripping my heart.

Making it bleed.

Lavender eyes still haunted my dreams.

Is this a warning sign?

Of something bad coming my way?

My hands began to shake.

— TO BE CONTINUED —

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