#i don’t work on monday but shhh

[munsonify]

wish your favorite movie theater employee (me) good luck, deadpool opens today and i work every day until next thursday ♥️

[sharkieboi]

welp almost passed out at work so turns out we are not doing as well as we thought!!

truly though I didn’t feel bad until in under 30 seconds I felt Really Bad and had to sit on the floor and we had to call the First Responder 😬

I hate covid!!! I hate post-covid!!! I hate long covid!!!

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Rafe’s revenge worked

Might make a part 3?

pt 1

Warnings: lying, slight manipulation, mentions of sex

You unlocked the door to the chateau, your heart pounding at the afterthought of what you just did.

You had sex with your brothers enemy.

The 2000 dollars sat heavy in your pocket, you had no clue what type of excuse you would make for having it.

You went to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. You downed the water, and when you turned around John B stood in front of you.

“Where were you?” He asked, leaning against the wall, asking as if he didn’t know the answer.

“Work… it’s Monday.” You said, as if it was obvious.

“What took you so long?”

“I stayed a little longer helping close up. It’s not that serious.” You shrugged, attempting to push past him.

“Don’t bullshit me.” He held his hand out, stopping you from walking away.

“What are you talking about? Are you drunk or something?” You scoffed.

“I know you were with Rafe, and I know you had sex with him.”

Your face dropped and your heart pounded. John B pulled out his phone, opening up the audio and shoving it in your face.

“I- I didn’t! That’s not even me!” You tried to defend yourself.

He then pulled out another picture, of Rafe standing with a giant smile and the apron with your name on it in his hands.

You looked down at your waist, fuck. You must’ve forgotten it.

“John B-“

He scrolled through the messages more, the conversation between the both of them proof.

“I’m sorry, JB, I’m sorry-“ tears started to fall down your face.

He sighed.

“I- I think you should leave for a couple days, y/n.”

“W-what? You’re kicking me out? Over this shit?”

“He- he- he tried to kill me, and my friends! I’m sorry, y/n. Go… pack your stuff and stay with one of your friends. Only for a little. Okay?”

You wordlessly went to your room, grabbing bags and shoving things in there.

“We can talk when you get back. I- I just can’t right now.” He told you as he followed you into your room,

He stuttered your name out when he walked onto the patio behind you, but you didn’t even look at him as you went outside, sobbing and walking. It was dark out, dangerous, and cold. You shivered as you walked through the cut.

“Oh shittt, look what the cat dragged in.” Kelce nudged Rafe. He had shown, and boasted to all his friends about you. Rafe turned his head, looking at your distraught figure.

“No shit.” Rafe scoffed, leaning out his car window and whistling to get your attention from the other side of the road.

You snapped your head over there, your eyes widening. You stormed up to him.

“Oh, shit, someone’s ready for round t-“

You punched him, square in the face. He groaned, and chuckled at it, and before you could do anything else he jumped out the car.

“The fuck was that for?”

“You’re such an asshole! You ruined my fuckin’ life! I got kicked out, and- and now I have to see your stupid fucking face again!” You hit his chest, him just having a smirk on his face the whole time.

“Oh, shit. I’m… sorry. How’d your brother take it?” He asked in faux pity, slowly wrapping his arms around you and looking over to Kelce in the car with a grin.

“He’s pissed!” You sobbed into his chest. “And he’s upset, and he- he-“

“Shh. Shhh. It’s alright. Uh.. if you want, you could hang at mines for a couple of days.”

“No. I’m just gonna-“ you pushed him off of you, realizing who it was again.

“C’mon, it’s cold, you’re literally shivering! I got blankets and shit in the car. You can’t walk all the way there.”

“Rafe, I can’t-“

“Think of it as my apology. Please. I feel.. just so bad. And… I just want you to stay, just for a couple days. Think of it, we’ll have the house to ourselves for days. My dad’s on some trip with my stepmom, Sarah’s hanging out with your brother” he said it with a tinge of bitterness, making you suspicious.

“and my other one is at her friends.”

“Did you-“ you sniffled. “Did you fuck me because your sister got with my brother?” You asked him, catching onto the distaste he had about it.

“What? Course not. What type of crazy shit is that?” He scoffed. Yea, that’s exactly what he did.

“Fine.” You mumbled when you felt another breeze blow past, the cold making you shiver again.

“Poor thing.” Rafe mumbled as he opened the door, motioning for you to get in the back.

“Here.” Rafe threw his jacket at you, you taking it and quickly pulling it over your shoulders.

Kelce looked at him with a knowing look, and Rafe held his hands up in mock defense, turning the car on again.

——

@sublimepenguinpeach-blog @haruvalentine4321 @theoraekenslover @ilovemensomuchagh

[saturnluvva]

CHILDS PLAY

Pairings: dad!matt + fem!reader

Summary: When Matt and Chris accidentally feed you and Matt’s daughter Arianna something she isn't supposed to eat so now you have to deal with it

A/N : this lowkey Sucks but I love this song so Im posting this anyways😋

Chris

Nick

Matt

Y/n

Madi

Nate

MONDAY 8:30

You’d just gotten home from work and decided to surprise your boyfriend and your 1 year old daughter by not telling them when you'd be getting home.

When you got to your front door you twisted the doorknob and walked into your living room

You then noticed that nobody was in there so you walked into the kitchen and the first thing you saw was Matt and Chris wiping Arianna’s mouth and feeding her sips of water and Matt whispering stuff like “Shh it’s gonna be okay” “Shhh please mommy’s gonna be home soon and “we don’t wanna get caught! Now do we?” To Arianna

Chris whispered similar things like “you’re gonna be okay” and “it’s not that bad is it?” To her also

Just then Matt moved a little bit and Arianna saw you “Mommy!” Just then Matt turned over to you “You’re home early! How was work?” Chris also turned around “You look good! New hairstyle?”

“Why is my 1 year old in her high chair, getting drowned in water, and being aggressively SCRAPED with paper towels”

“Matt did it!” Chris pointed at Matt instantly “Snitch!” Matt then punched Chris’s shoulder “Matt what did you do?!” “I may or may not have accidentally fed her something with really hot hot sauce in it” You blinked several times and walked out of the kitchen

after you found out what Matt did you ended up calling Nick and Madi, who were two people you knew you could count on in situations like this one. You instantly dialed their numbers

“Hey” “Hey! Why'd you call?” “guess what Matt and Chris did!” “uh ohh..” “What?” “They gave Arianna HOT sauce!” “oh my god..” “Why?!” “I have NO idea!” “Can you guys please come over and help me?” “I'm actually about to go to bed sorry!” “I'll be there in a few minutes!” “okay cool” You then hung up and walked back into the kitchen.

“Nicks coming over soon” “why?” “because I need help with dealing with YOUR mistake!” “fair.” “heh..bitched” matt then hit Chris’s shoulder again

You and Nick had been giving Arianna spoonfuls of yogurt, glasses full of water and milk, and even combined water and milk in one singular cup and luckily it worked.

MONDAY 11:30

You and Matt were now in bed and Arianna was asleep. Chris and Nick went home as well

“You know I'm never leaving you alone with Arianna right?” “What?! That's not fair!” “fine! I won't leave hot sauce in the house when I'm not here!” “Okay deal!” Matt started chuckling and so did you as you then laid down on his chest

“You forgive me tho right?” “eh maybe.” “maybe?!” “yeah. Maybe” matt rolled his eyes and started playing with your hair “goodnight” “good night!”

[ghsttk]

waking up the building.

🎼: Acordando o prédio - Luan Santana

Scenario: You and Johnny not caring about keeping it quiet in a hotel room.

Warnings: smut, female reader, p in v, unprotected sex, a single slap (I wish there had been more), praise kink, creampie, dom!Johnny and sub!reader.

Word count: 1k

a/n: LET'S WAKE UP THIS BUILDING, MAKE EVERYONE JEALOUS. WHILE THEY'RE GOING TO WORK WE MAKE LOVE AGAIN, AGAIN AND AGAIN (I love this song srry) English is not my first language!!

It's 04:00 am, Monday. You were taking care of Johnny while he took a break from his busy schedule, resting in a hotel room. You and Johnny should be sleeping, since it is still early, but you two had other plans. You were grinding against each other's thighs, almost becoming one, sharing breathless confessions of desire. 

He kisses you hungrily, nibbing your lower lip. “God, Johnny…” You call, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, making his breath hitch. He moves to your neck, lips brushing lazily against your skin. You arch your back towards him, he always makes you so needy. His hands snake behind your back, reaching for the clasp of your lacy bra. Johnny leans and presses kisses on your chest while freeing your breasts, throwing the bra away. “I love when you wear them but- God…” He breathes, staring mesmerized. “It's also a shame to have to cover these beauties” He praises your breasts, giving a kiss to each one. You giggle at him, finding it amusing.

“You're so silly” Your fingers tangle his hair, pulling it as he starts sucking your nipples, making you moan softly. He hums in approval, his right hand leaving your waist to slide between your legs, going into your panties. He groans as he feels your arousal slicking his fingers. “My God, sweetheart, all this just for me?” He teases you with a smirk, caressing your folds, sliding two fingers on your soaked slit. “Mhm, of course, it is..” You gasp, closing your eyes as you enjoy his skilled fingers on you.

You whine for him “Please, John” He kisses your neck again, moving up. “Can we go raw, love? I didn't have time to buy new condoms” He whispers, nuzzling against your neck, fingers still working on your dripping pussy. “Fuck yes, I don’t care, just shove it inside and stretch my—” He laughs softly, the sound husky from desire “Calm down, sweetie.” He shakes his head and kisses your jawline. Johnny reaches down, removing his fingers from you, and takes off his boxers hastily, his hard manhood bouncing from his abruptness.

You reach down to tease his pink leaking tip, only to receive a hard stare from Johnny. “Careful now, hm.” He warns, as if that would stop you. He holds both of your thin wrists with a hand, pinning them above your head. “Now, be a good girl and wrap those gorgeous legs around me, pretty.” You oblige, crossing your ankles behind his back. He caresses your thigh with a hand, the other holding the base of his cock, rubbing the tip against your swollen labia to lube the head, then finally sliding it inside. He introduces slowly, stopping between thrusts, his mouth open in a soundless moan.

You feel every inch, every delicious detail of him, you love being so full of him. Johnny starts moving his hips, rolling them forward, against you. When you got used to his size, he continued to push slowly, which made you impatient. “Faster, John, please” You whine in his ear as he leans down, scratching his back. He hisses and shakes his head “Shhh… The walls are thin, sweetheart” He sighs “We can't lose ourselves now.” You could sense that it didn't please him either, he wanted more just like you needed more.

Then, being the good girl you are, you decide to ignore what he said and just beg and beg for more, until he gives in. You start with whimpers and tiny moans in his ear, calling for him, then kisses on his neck and scratches on his biceps. It didn't take long for his resolve to succumb, finally giving into your pleas. He holds your hips tighter, releasing a groan “You're going to kill me, but what a way to die.” He thrusts faster into your greedy pussy, the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room — and probably in the hotel hallway.

You moan louder, tugging his hair. “Fuck it! Yes baby, let it out, scream my name.” He grunts, delivering a slap on one of your thighs before holding them even tighter, using them to keep you in place while he fucks you. “Johnny!” You cry out in pleasure, the head of his cock nudging a sweet spot inside of you. He smirks proudly, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. “Make them jealous, honey, scream louder!” He commands, an unquenchable fire in his eyes “Make them wish they were fucking like we do.” He kisses you hungrily, swallowing your moans, his pace never faltering. You feel it coming, your inner walls clenching tightly around him, gripping his girth as if it were a vital part of you.

He sucks his breath in surprise and moans, breaking the kiss. He doubles his efforts, thrusting harder inside your needy pussy, the soggy sounds making his eyes roll back, for him it was like hearing a sinphony. Someone knocks on the door, making your eyes widen. You try to push Johnny but he simply shakes his head, keeping his pace. “I'll take care of that later. Come, let it go for me, my love” He pleads breathlessly, his hips starting to grind, nudging your clit on his pubic bone.

You lose your voice, calling out his name as you tremble from your orgasm. Johnny groans and follows right after, filling your insides with his warm seed, making sure to flood it. After three or four thrusts, he pulls his cock out, a wet pop escaping from your pussy. You take a breath, eyes closed blissfully. Your lover watches you with a warm smile “You look so beautiful, dear” He kisses your cheek and leaves the bed, pulling the sheets to cover your vulnerable body. You blow a kiss to him. "Rest now, but we're not done yet." Johnny winks.

He sighs as he pulls a random pair of sweatpants on, reaching for his wallet before walking to the door, hoping you two won't be expelled from the hotel yet.

a/n: I'm glad you guys don't believe when I say I'm going to write something that isn't smut.

taglist: @drugs-and-daddyissues ♡

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[iambilliejeanok]

🎀 Monday Drabble 🎀

Feature: Gojo Satoru x reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, nsfw, squirting, not for the feint hearted.

Summary: You’re stuck in Gojo’s lap, trying to handle forceful orgasms to make up for each and every time he has to save you on your missions. The deal is you calm his name to come save you, and he’ll call yours to come fuck. He thinks you’re weak and pathetic, and so he treats you that way when it’s payback time too.

“ pleaaassee”, you cry out, choking on a moan, struggling to breathe while Gojo slowly rubbed your clit in circles, gently biting your cheek as he drove his middle and ring finger inside of you again. “Okay, just gimme another one…you’re so pretty, and you’re messy too”, Gojo teased, slowly fingering you, pushing his fingers inside of you as deep as he could rotating them in circles, rubbing your walls that clenched down tight on his fingers. You came again, squirting hard as you began convulsing in his lap, Gojo pulling his fingers out of you to hold your legs open, keeping you still against his chest, your legs trembling in the air as you squirted all over yourself, getting some on your face and your tits. “s-satoruuu!”, you cried, Gojo licking up the drops of juices on your neck and cheek, wrapping his arm around your thigh to keep you open, separated your folds with his free hand to find your clit, which wasn’t too difficult with how swollen it was. He began massaging it again, slow lazy circles, around and around, a proud smile on his face, clearly enjoying forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you. “Shhh, just a little longer, you’re weaker than I thought you were. You owe me this much for having to jump in a save you all the time”, he whispered in your ear, momentarily pausing his assault to your clit to slightly lift you up, using his other hand to guide his dick into your ass, carefully rubbing your anus with the tip before trying to shove it in, moving it side to side to get it to fit. Gojo almost laughed at you when you threw your head back, shitting your eyes tight as he managed to get the tip inside of you, carefully pushing you further down onto him.

You knew you couldn’t fight him, tears falling down your cheeks from the delicious, yet painful stretch of your rectum. “ff-fuucckkk!”, you moaned, your voice barely audible, completely out of breath. Thee fingers slowly buried their way inside of your pussy again, and you began kicking your feet, unable to bare the stretch. “Uh uh uh”, Gojo warned, forcing you to take all three of his fingers, sadistically smiling, showing all his teeth as you watched the tears fall down your cheeks, licking a tear up before whispering in your ear again. “I’m gonna have to save you next time too right? I don’t care how many times you cum, you’re gonna need me fight your next battle again, so I’ll do whatever I want to you, and you’ll take it hehehe”, he grinned, your hand gripping his forearm hard enough as he fingers you and even drawing blood from his skin didn’t stop him, your grip slipping as your eyes rolled back, bitting your bottom lip hard as he slowly worked on you. Ever so slowly, Gojo insulted you, reminding you as to why you were in this situation without fail.

[justwinginglife]

Out Of Commission

If you couldn't tell by the sentence below, this is NSFW.

“I’m not pulling out. If I pull out, you’re going to work, so no. I’m not pulling out.”

You’d been trying to leave the house for the last 10 minutes, but couldn’t even manage to make it out of the bed, because your boyfriend had been clinging to you for dear life. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly, and yet you could still tell he was being careful to avoid the spots that were more sore from your latest mission. You couldn’t tell what you found more attractive: his obvious need for you that was made evident in the erection that was steadily growing harder again inside of you, or the attentiveness he was displaying even amidst his lust-filled desires. Either way, you loved the shit out of him which made leaving even harder, even just for a couple hours. 

Rafayel whined again, bringing your attention back to the present issue. “It’s a Friday. Which is pretty much Saturday. Which means it’s your day off and you have to stay in bed with me. So- NO LEAVING.” 

You laughed at that, ruffling his hair. “But baby, it is still Friday, which means it is still a work day.”

He huffed. “And I suppose you’re going to tell me that Monday is a work day as well? What next, Tuesday? Wednesday? Thursday?”

You pinched his cheek. “Yes, love. All of those days are work days. You know this.”

“And when are Rafayel days? Huh?”

“Saturday. And Sunday. So just wait one more day, okay?” You showered him with kisses, but it wasn’t enough. His bottom lip was still jutted out in an emphatic pout. You laughed again and poked his nose before pressing a kiss to the tip of it.

“This isn’t funny. I may just die without you.” He scowled.

You gazed at him fondly, brushing your thumbs gently across his cheeks as you cupped his face in your hands. “Don’t die on me, baby. Just wait a little longer for me, okay? It won’t be as bad as you think.” You rested your forehead against his. “I promise, I’ll come straight home after work. Then I’ll be all yours.”

His eyes darkened with possessive intent. “No. I want you to be all mine, now.” He rolled over so you were pinned beneath him. 

The shift in position plunged his cock deeper inside you and you let out a startled yelp. 

He inhaled sharply at the sound. “Especially if you keep making noises like that, there’s no way I can let you leave now.” He started slowly pumping himself into you in steady motions. 

“Raf-”

“Shhh. No more arguing. Just one more round. I need this.” He looked down at the mess you’d made in between his legs, your arousal sloppily oozing out of you with every thrust. “And it looks like you need this too.”

You bit your lip. “Fine. One round. Fuck me.”

He smirked at that. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” He pressed heated kisses to your wrists before pinning them above your head. Then, he seared his heat against your lips, consuming every whine and whimper that quivered against his tongue as he continued to pound into you. If he was still smug about your sudden submission, it was quickly drowned out by his hunger. He’d wanted to taste you all morning and now here you were, serving yourself up on a silver platter. “Princess…” He murmured against your mouth. 

You hated how much you loved when he called you that. His little pet name for you only came out in the bedroom and only when he was about to worship the ever loving shit out of you. 

So you weren’t surprised when his lips found their way down your neck, painting evidence of his ownership across your chest in colorful bursts of pink and purple, before finally settling around a peaked nipple. And you weren’t surprised when he teased the bud relentlessly with his tongue, his ministrations beyond sensual with every stroke, like he thought he’d find his release buried beneath your breast if he just searched hard enough. And when his artist’s hands sculpted pleasure from nothing, squeezing and sucking the sensibility right from your chest, it was only his usual devotion to you. 

But, after his teeth had carved into your neck, after his fingers had imbedded into your hips, after he’d bombarded you with a barrage of tireless thrusts, when the insurmountable wave of euphoria inevitably flooded through your veins, you were surprised to find that this time, there was no respite waiting for you at the end of this high. 

Like an engine sputtering back to life, after he’d buried his cum soaked cock in between your convulsing walls, he regained his momentum. He coaxed the cum back inside you with steady movements, with gentle movements, with movements that could have convinced you he wasn’t about to slam on the gas and go full throttle. But he was.

Your first clue was the sudden snap of his hips, your second- the growl in his throat, the ferocity in his eyes. Oh god. He was going to break you. 

You quickly concocted a plan, trailing your fingers down his back in distraction as you murmured in his ear, “Wanna ride you, baby.”

When he wasted no time flipping your positions, tugging you on top of him, you felt your escape route was almost assured. In this position, you had all the control. In this position, you could simply stand up and walk away. You could still make it to work on time. 

You gave him a couple good thrusts for his efforts, and then pulled off of him in a hurry. But it still wasn’t quick enough. 

“Figured you’d try something like that. But I’m not done with you.” His hands burrowed into your hips, yanking you back down on his cock, but this time he had realigned himself. This time, he was spearing himself through your ass. You hissed in pain as every brutal thrust drilled himself deeper into you. Every attempt to get off of him only brought you slamming down harder as his hands guided your hips up and down. 

“Was thinking you’d try to go back to work. But you can’t go if you can’t walk, right?” 

Your mind was already clouded over, your thoughts a muddled mess, but when he began to thumb at your swollen clit, on top of cramming every inch of his erection inside you, you felt you might just combust on top of him. Your heart threatened to pound its way out of your chest with every thunderous beat and you were seeing so many stars you could’ve made your own galaxy. You mumbled something incoherent and then, stuttering, you found your second orgasm of the night before collapsing on top of him. 

When he finally joined you, pumping his warm cum inside of you, it almost felt like a balm, like it was soothing the pain as a reward for enduring it. You laid there and took every ounce of it (you couldn’t move anyway.)

And after you’d come back down to earth, after your lungs had remembered what their function was, after your pumping blood stopped roaring in your ears, he had the audacity to smirk at you and say, “So, shall I call in sick for you?”

Taglist: @tbaluver

[atelierlili]

Miscellaneous Monday (shhh it's Tuesday for me)

Got tagged by the pookies @mollywog and @littlemarianah <3 Here's a little something from "Where the Jabberjay flies" uwu It's the only project i'm working on right now. So it's really all I have to share lmao

It's a struggle to put on the Mockingjay outfit. It takes at least two people to help me put on the dark trousers and knee pads. It's as frustrating as it is painful. I yelp when a shot of pain shoots up my legs. Someone is trying to shove them into the sleeves of my trousers and my legs aren't cooperating.  My cries make my prep team flinch and whimper. They look horrified. It's a mess. It was so bad, my mother asked Plutarch if the trousers were necessary.

Apparently they are, according to Fulvia Cardew, Plutarch's assistant. In the Capitol, wearing half the costume was the equivalent of being half devoted to a cause, or something like that. As if Capitol sentiments mean anything in a propo for the districts. 

When my prep team is done with me, we are ushered back into the main room. There is something bothering me that I cannot ignore. There is something wrong with my prep team. Initially I thought it was out of exhaustion or nervousness of being in rebel territory. I doubt any capitolite would be welcomed in District 13. But no, it’s much more than that. There’s this desperation and fear in my prep team's eyes that feels so wrong. 

“They’re so scared of everything,” I say to my mother after Venia's shaky hands drops a bag of brushes. "Are they being mistreated?" 

My mother makes a sideline glance at the door, where my guards are standing, then leans down and pretends to be fixing the blanket over my legs. “They were,” my mother confesses. “I do not know the details. It's all classified and I want to protect their privacy. But Peeta saved them from whatever 13 was doing to them. He brought them straight to me. He was yelling so much. I think he even broke a chair. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so angry before."

[jacksdinonuggets]

Mitty with the sickie (Sunshine AU)

IT'S SICKTEMBER BABY!!! LETS GO SICKFICS LETS GO!

Summary: Amity gets sick and regresses but Lilith takes care of her!

There will be a warning and ending for the people with emetophobia when those types of scenes appear

Lilith woke up bright and early on Monday morning. It was a work day for her and a school day for Amity. As she was getting changed and ready for the day, she remembered that Amity regressed last night after dinner. She wondered if the girl was still feeling small and if she should get her changed into her baby class uniform or her normal one. Because Amity would need little time so often, the school made her go to the baby class if she regressed during school. She couldn’t hang out in Lilith’s class the whole time, unfortunately. But she still had lots of fun and safely regressed when in the baby class.

When Lilith was changed and ready, she was gonna start making breakfast but she realized that Amity wasn’t up yet. That was pretty strange. Big or Little, Amity always woke up early. So she decided to check on her and see if she was okay.

Lilith opened the door to Amity’s room, the only light on was her nightlight. Her bed was in its crib mode and had bars on its side. There was a little tent/canopy above the bed that hung from the ceiling. Lilith walked over the oversized crib and pulled down the bars.

“Amity~ it’s time to get up. Are you feeling big or little, sweetflea?” She asked the bundle of blankets. 

Instead of a verbal response, Amity just whimpered and tried to curl up more. Lilith frowned. Was she okay? This was beyond strange for her. Then, Amity turned over, facing the historian. Now she knew something was wrong.

Amity’s face was flushed and beads of sweat rolled down her face. Her paci was nowhere to be found, probably having fallen out of her mouth during the night. She also seemed to be shaking ever so slightly.

“Baby…Are you not feeling well?” Lilith asked. The girl nodded and whimpered, curling up tighter in the fetal position. This was most definitely troubling.

“Okay, sweetie, let me go grab the thermometer,” Lilith said before quickly leaving the room and heading towards the bathroom. She dug through the medicine cabinet, trying to find the thermometer. There was so much garbage and expired stuff in there. She really needed to clean it out. 

Once she finally found it, she made her way towards Amity’s nursery. Suddenly, she heard a loud sob and cry come from her room. Worried, Lilith picked up her pace and ran over.

“Amity?! Are you okay?!” she gasped and ran over to the bed. 

Tw: throwing up

Amity was sat up, bawling her eyes out as she gagged. Lilith noticed a small cluster puddle in the poor baby’s lap. She put the thermometer on the nightstand and rubbed her back as she continued to heave.

“It’s okay, sweetie, just get it out.” she comforted

“B-bu mak-k-king m-mess,” Amity stuttered through heaves. When she was younger, if Amity threw up anywhere but the toilet, she would be yelled at and forced to clean it up, no matter how well or ill she was feeling. So it confused her when Lilith encouraged her. Odalia would’ve told her to hold it in and suffer through it.

“No, I don’t care that you’re making a mess. I want you to feel better. We have to wash your onesie and blanket anyways,” Lilith assured her as she rubbed her back. 

Amity heaved and retched a few more times until her stomach was completely empty. So many tears had fallen afterwards. She felt so bad for making a mess.

Tw: throw up ended

“Shhh, It’s okay, sweetie, you’re not in trouble,” Lilith told her. Once she was sure that she was okay, she lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom. She let her wash her mouth out while she was getting the bath ready. During this, she took her temperature which led to her figuring out she had a moderate fever.

 

She got her undressed and changed out of her sodden diaper. Luckily, there was nothing inside of the padding that was out of the ordinary that could be concerning. It just seemed to be the Flu or a stomach bug. In this world, getting a stomach bug wasn’t very common as it usually was caused by an actual insect that had been consumed. 

Lilith got the girl cleaned up in no time, probably making it their fastest bath time yet. The poor girl just wanted to be clean, not wanting to play with her bath toys or drawing with her tub crayons.

Once she was all dried off, she got her changed into her fluffy pajamas and a new diaper that could be heated up with a heating glyph. It was made mainly to help with moon cycle (period or MANLYstruation for my trans boys) cramps for littles or just for comfort. She mainly had them because Amity had her moon cycle a couple weeks prior. They provided her a lot of comfort and helped with her tummy.

When she was done getting her baby dressed in her comfy clothes, she brought her into the master bedroom. It would be a lot better than having her sleep on the couch. Back pain was real. It wasn’t just something that happened when you were older. There was no way she was gonna let Amity be sick AND have back pain from something that could’ve been prevented.

“Wh-why we in here?” Amity asked when she was placed under the covers of Lilith's bed.

“I have to wash your sheets, Ami. You’re gonna rest up in my bed for now,” She explained.

Amity was even more confused now. She didn’t deserve to sleep in the master bed. She deserved the couch because of how gross she was.

“Bu-”

“Shh,” Lilith put a finger in front of her lips, “You deserve a nice bed to rest in. If you don’t rest comfortably, then you won’t recover fast,”

Amity whined a little, but got comfy under the covers. Lilith left for a moment to grab some supplies to help her. Amity tried to her best not to whine or complain when she left, but it was still hard. 

She waited five minutes until Lilith finally came back. Her head hurt and her body ached. She wanted to snuggle up and take a nap. She wanted her paci, even though she couldn’t due to her clogged nose. That was probably the worst part. The stupid stuffed up nose. Titan, she HATED having a clogged nose. It was horrible and so annoying and uncomfortable and always made her already sore throat even worse. 

Lilith had Amity’s Otabin stuffy, a bottle with water, cold medicine (bleh), tissues, and a washcloth. She handed Amity her stuffy and put the bottle on her nightstand. She disappeared into the master bathroom  with the washcloth but came out a few seconds later with said washcloth but it was damp and cold. After placing it on Amity’s forehead, she poured some cold medicine into a small cup. The disgusting syrup smelled nasty and had a texture that the autistic witch hated.

“Nu!” she yelled when Lilith finished pouring it.

“Amity… it’s gonna help lower your fever and clear up your sinuses,” She tried to explain. However, Amity didn’t understand these big kid words. Sinuses? What was that?! 

“Dun wanna take it…” She mumbled

“Please, sweetie? If you take it, we can watch all the Azura movies and spin-offs while you’re on bedrest” Lilith negotiated. Amity hesitated before opening her mouth. She didn’t want to get on Lilith’s bad side by being bratty and not taking her meds.

The historian poured the syrupy liquid down her throat. Amity swallowed it and made a little face.

“Bleh! Gwoss…” She mumbled. Lilith chuckled and put the cold medicine on the top shelf in the bathroom.

She sat down with her and they watched Azura movies all day. They would pause whenever Lilith would have to bottle feed Amity broth, or if Amity needed a change. Lilith did have to call the school and have Bump substitute a few of her classes. She knew that the twins and her friends would probably come over after school to see how she was doing but she also didn’t want to get anyone else sick. Hopefully they had a few masks in the house. Amity would most likely want to see her friends and siblings. But until then, Lilith did her best to help Amity relax.

[constellieos]

HEYYYY HIIIIII ( WAVING MY HANDS WILDLY!! ) SNIFFS U!!! i’m so excited to introduce mimi!!!!!!1!1!1!1!1!!11! alias is sol btw!! ( she/they + 21 + est ) ngl i had her intro done for like 3 days cuz i was so excited but shhh don’t talk about it…. anyway!!!!! anything u need to know abt her is condensed below the cut, as well as her links!!!! they are also on my pinned tho……. pls like this to plot and i will reach out!!! i am kinda busy with work until monday ( gun to my head ) so i will be a little slow but PLSPSLSPLSLS I WANNA PLOT SO BADDDD PLSSS PICK ME CHOOSE ME

also, if you see me posting a self-para in a few hours dont worry abt it… i’m jst feeling silly n goofy.

backstory .ᐟ ( tw: mentions of anxiety disorder, familial death )

minji, who 100% prefers the name mimi, is an.. interesting one! she first developed her ability when she was 7 years old. her parents do not have any abilities, and her ability is a direct descent of her grandmother, who was a famous scientist who did research on clones, and used her own ability to test the limits.

she was always a nervous child, but it only got worse after the death of her grandmother, who she was extremely close with. it happened when she was 6 years old, which is also when thoughts of her having an anxiety disorder manifested as rumours within her family. however, she was a bit too young to get diagnosed.

once her ability manifested, she felt herself spiralling with issues of identity, along with trying to figure out herself and what she wanted to do — who she wanted to be. besides her identity crisis she had ( & still has ) once a day, she’s a pretty happy and go-lucky person.

she grew up extremely interested in journalism, and with the help of her other abilities ( & annoying clones she could never control ), it was easy to find things out about people, and also discover her talent for reporting and writing. she was quick to join her school’s newspaper, and became the top columnist every year.

it’s pretty hard to control her abilities. her minor abilities manifested at different times: her first one at 10, and her second one at 16.

she was diagnosed with anxiety at 10 with the discovery of her 1st minor ability, and later diagnosed with adhd, which is a primary reason for her constantly being scattered and all over the place.

she found school to be appropriately challenging. she was always the academic weapon — the one everyone went to for tutoring or to ask for answers, and the one who was destined for greatness. a christiane amanpour. a journalist to bring change and report on the world and what was really going on. graduating a year early also helped with her thoughts of a successful future.

and then… she got accepted to harvard. it had been a rash decision — a slightly manic episode where she applied to the international school where she believed she would never get in. but she did, with a full-ride. and soon enough, she was a harvard student. and honestly, her time at harvard had been the best time of her life. she had graduated rather highly in her class, and was able to receive an entire master’s degree in only a year after receiving her bachelor’s degree — which leads her to now.

recently moved back to korea, she believed that finding a job would be pretty easy. she was a graduate of harvard with a master’s degree, and had a few notable internships under her belt. but what she hadn’t realised is that… becoming a reporter wasn’t easy when all anyone ever cared about was the aeternals.

if she wasn’t writing about the latest gossip about the aeternals, her columns got little-to-no attention. she wants to write something big, something that matters — not the egotistical heroes their society glorifies. but… no one else wants to read about that. so, with her degree somewhat thrown down the drain, she stays at silver line, hoping for her big break.

she took a waitressing job at hi-dine in order to help pay for her bills, and put out numerous ads for a roommate. she tries her best to keep her cloning a secret, as it is more of a nuisance than a beloved ability.

personality .ᐟ ( read her DOSSIER here .ᐟ )

heavily inspired by rory gilmore, saiki-k, twilight sparkle, christofferson fox, hot to go.

her favourite color is light pink & sage green. her favourite flowers are tulips. her favourite food is bingsu & any other sweet foods. her favourite drink is lemon water, or any other drinks with fruits in them. her favourite alcohol is blueberry wine. her favourite animals are foxes. her favourite song is hot to go by chappell roan. her favourite movie is the chronicles of narnia & coraline.

she is an ambivert at heart, but identifies more with her extroverted side. she is always happy to meet new people, but gets awkward once she hears their thoughts. she is kind to a fault, and sees the best in people. however, she is quick to drop those she feels have wronged her within reason. she may give second chances, but she won’t give a third one.

she is easily stressed, especially with her anxiety disorder, which causes her clones to appear, and she doesn’t really like them. they act more like sisters than clones, and will bother her or help her depending on their mood.

she is also very absent-minded at times and clumsy. she’s very expressive with her emotions and her face, and is always running around somewhere. she is typically a little late to things… but always tries her best to be on time! she gets lost easily as well, and can sometimes spoil things without even thinking of them ( think of tom holland always spoiling spiderman or marvel secrets ).

has an irrational fear of heights & bugs. they are her #1 opps.

abilities .ᐟ ( read the full description of her ABILITIES here .ᐟ )

this is a simple tl;dr of her powers as i have a page of a detailed explanation of her abilities. however, this will have enough information for you to be able to grasp them!

major ability — cloning: she can clone herself, pretty much! her clones are separate from her and have their own thoughts, feelings, and emotions. they are a bit like super detailed holograms, and usually can stay at most for 2-5 hours. she cannot control this, however, and is typically only able to manifest them when she’s stressed out.

minor ability #1 — supernatural precognition: basically, the ability to see the future. however, she can see anyone’s future within a 200-meter radius of her and can not know if it’s hers or someone else’s future unless they are shown in the vision she sees. she can also only see their future until the end of the day.

minor ability #2 — telepathy: she can hear other people’s thoughts, and in theory, speak to people with her mind. however, she has never been able to do that before. anyone within a 200-meter radius of her can hear her thoughts, and she can hear theirs. comes in handy for her job!

connections & plots .ᐟ

there’s a BUNCH of plot ideas floating in this big head of mine, and i am always down to plot something from scratch, but this is what i’m thinking of:

connections wise: best friends who grew apart ( mainly due to mimi moving for college ), neighbours who always forget her name, found family relationships, ex-best friends who hate each other, friendly rivalry, coworkers @ the herald she works with or rival reporters that don’t get along, hi-dine staff who also hate their jobs, ex-aeternal or almost aeternal who wants their spotlight but she would rather die than talk to them, regulars at hi-dine she loves & hates, etc!!

plot ideas just for fun && will be added to or changed when i can remember to do so:

mimi learns a really interesting secret about you and you’re trying to do everything in your power to keep her from writing about it.

but also, mimi learns a really devastating secret about you and is trying to keep it from you that she knows about it!!

it’s late and you come into hi-dine as the only customer and keep bothering her to chat but she needs the extra tips and plays therapist.

she has to interview you for her column and is really not looking forward to it bc she thinks you’re insufferable but you’re actually not as bad as she thought.

you have a bad experience with an aeternal and are trying to expose them with mimi’s help.

there’s workplace drama and you and mimi spend an entire manic, sleepless night trying to get down to the bottom of it.

instead of taking blockers for an important event, mimi accidentally takes a kicker without realising and can’t stop mass producing clones which makes her inconsolable and allows you to find her.

her clone gets out without her knowledge for a few hours and goes out with you, and you see mimi a few days after asking for another date. but she has absolutely no clue who you are.

mimi sees your future one day and is convinced something terrible is going to happen to you today, but she’s had the same vision for 2 months and is tired of it and decides to confront you for being so careless!!

a random child is dropped off at mimi’s door and she’s ready to become a mother until you ask her to return your niece/nephew to you.

mimi’s roommate is gone for the night and there’s a huge bug in her house she can’t get rid of and ends up practically tackling your muse to help.

⠀ ⠀ ALL LINKS: dossier ╱ abilities ╱ spotify ╱ pinterest

[comfort-writing]

Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 4: The Hawkins Elementary School Christmas Recital

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. Sage has a Christmas Recital and Eddie finally works up some nerve.

warnings: this fic will be 18+ in later chapters- minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: let me know in the comments or my asks if you want to be added to the tag list!

word count: 3.2k

Chapter 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || 13 || 14 (coming soon!)

The rest of your week went by relatively smoothly.

Thursday passed with minor incidents, like a kid losing their tooth, and Friday was actually pleasant. You felt like you had Eddie to thank for that. You were able to take as many hot showers as you wanted, within reason of course, and you got to do your dishes.

However, there was the looming problem of these stupid giddy feelings you’d developed. You really didn’t mean to. But god, you couldn’t deny how you felt when he was just genuinely kind to you. When he’d picked up Sage on Thursday, he’d asked if you’d had a better day today, and when you said you did, he beamed as unabashedly as a kid and said that he was happy for you. Friday, he asked if he would be getting music to listen to soon, and when you said yes, he said he couldn’t wait. He practically left you reeling when he just casually said “Later, gorgeous” as he pulled away from the car line. The following Monday, you have him an old Eagles album to listen to, and he accepted, complimenting your outfit before leaving.

Weeks went by like that. The two of you would exchange music to listen to, and he would compliment you in some way or another, then that would be it. You enjoyed the routine of it, and, over time, you stopped feeling like a giddy idiot and just accepted it as what you two did. While your feelings didn’t necessarily go away, at least they weren’t getting out of control.

One cold Saturday in the first week of December, you decided to head to the record store while you were in town. You’d needed to pick up groceries anyways, and the two shops weren’t far from each other. You’d wanted to pick up a few new tapes, and return the one Eddie had given you on Friday.

Eddie was in the back of the store by the record shelves, taking inventory and chatting with someone you didn’t recognize when you walked in. He hadn’t noticed your presence, so you walked over towards the cassette section and started browsing, oblivious to the conversation happening in that corner of the store.

“Dude, just ask her out. It’s not that difficult. And the worst thing she could say is no, so it’s not like you have a lot to lose.” Steve whispered, careful to not let any patrons in on their conversation.

“Yeah, I guess, but she’s my daughter’s teacher. It could make things awkward. Not just for us, but for Sage. And I don’t want her to have to deal with the consequences of any of that.” Eddie whispered back.

“Look, dude, I get it. Now that I’ve got my own little kiddo on the way, I kind of understand how you feel. You want to do everything in your power to protect her happiness. But sometimes, you get to be a little selfish. You can think about your happiness too, you know? She’s only her teacher for a year.”

“Should I wait for the end of the school year? Would that make the most sense?”

“Well, maybe? But by then she could meet someone else. So if I were you, I’d just-“

“Shhh! Shhhuuut the fuck up.” Eddie panicked, flailing his hands to cover Steve’s mouth, finally having noticed that you were in the store. He watched you for a moment, realized that you hadn’t heard their conversation, then let out a sigh, “She’s here, dude. What do I do?” He worried.

Steve peeked around the shelf and spotted you, then turned back to Eddie, “She’s pretty. I say go for it.”

“Right now?” He asked, a bit shocked.

“No, not this second. Just go talk to her. See where the conversation leads. But dude, I’d do it soon if I were you because if I wasn’t in the happiest marriage on the planet, I would totally ask her out. And I’m sure there are a lot of guys in this town who have that same thought and are not married. Hell, Robin might scoop her up if you aren’t fast enough.” Steve mused. He received a punch in the arm for that comment.

Steve rubbed his arm and walked away, pretending to browse around so he could eavesdrop on your conversation. Eddie took a deep, steadying breath and made is way over to you, trying to seem casual.

“Hey there, teacher lady.” He smiled, leaning back on the wooden cassette bins.

You looked up and smiled softly at him, holding a few tapes in your hands, “Hey, Eddie. How’s it going?”

“Ah- pretty good. Same old, same old, I guess. How about you? You need any help finding anything today?” He kind of wanted kick himself for sounding so customer-service-y.

“I’m good. And I don’t think so, I’m just browsing. But,” you said, digging into your purse, “I do have your tape to return to you.” You smiled, handing it over.

“What did ya think?” He questioned expectantly.

“Honestly, it wasn’t my usual style, but I liked it. That one song with the heavy bass line was really good.” You smiled.

“I thought you’d like that one.” He said, proud that he was getting to know your music taste. “Got any recommendations for me?”

“No, not yet. I was hoping to find something today.” You chuckled.

He nodded in response, looking over the tapes you were holding. He was slowly seeing more metal creep into your purchases, which made him happy.

“Oh, by the way, are you coming to the Christmas concert next Friday?” You asked.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, “What Christmas concert?”

“I sent Sage home with a flyer explaining it. She may have forgotten to give it to you. But, the entire kindergarten class will be singing Christmas songs and I think there’s some recorder playing as well. You’ll probably leave with a migraine, but I know Sage would love it if you were there.” You smiled.

Eddie smirked, “If Sage is singing I know I’ll have a headache.”

You laughed quietly at that, “Very true. But still, she’s very excited about it. You should come. It’s next Friday at 4:30 in the cafeteria. I’m sure Wayne would love to come too. It’s open to everyone.”

He nodded at that, “I’ll be there.” He paused for a moment, looking over to Steve from across the store who wiggled his eyebrows at him, egging him on. Eddie shot him a glaring look, then looked back at you. “She’s doing good though? Still behaving and whatnot?”

“As always. She’s a good kid, Eddie. You’ve done a great job.” You reassured him.

He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand nervously, “Ah- well I try.”

“It’s evident. You’d be surprised how many parents really don’t put effort into raising their kids.” You picked up another tape and read the song list, setting it on top of your little pile that you had accumulated.

“Yeah… Well, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know when you’re ready to check out.” He said, walking back over to Steve. You turned and continued your search, missing the way Steve looked at Eddie like he wanted to smack him upside the head for not making any moves.

Once Eddie was close enough to whisper to him, Steve sighed, “Dude. You’re an idiot.”

“Shut up… I know.” Eddie groaned.

You thought wrangling 26 kindergartners was a feat up until now. Trying to get all three of the kindergarten classes to stand on risers without falling over, starting a fight, or crying was a new challenge for you, even with the other two teachers and the elementary music director’s help. It took nearly an entire half hour to do so.

Once all the kids were settled, the music director stood in front of the kids and you made your way to the piano that had been wheeled into the cafeteria. She had begged you to play, because one, you knew how to, and two, she needed to direct the kids and mouth all the words to the songs. Luckily, you were a pretty good piano player and had no qualms with helping out where ever Mrs. Messerli needed you.

“Alright, friends,” she said over all the commotion, “Are we ready to practice one last time before your parents show up?” She asked. The answer was a very loud, resounding yes from the kindergarten class. As the other two kindergarten teachers cleaned up the cafeteria and set out the snacks and coffee, you began to play the Christmas carols the music teacher had been working on with them. Once she felt happy with their performance, she had all of them sit down on the risers, waiting for parents to arrive.

At 4:00, parents began to trickle into the cafeteria and sit at the lunch tables. Mrs. Messerli asked you to play some Christmas music as they came in, to which you obliged, playing quietly as the noise in the cafeteria grew.

Eddie and Wayne walked in and found a seat relatively close to the little stage in the cafeteria. Eddie quickly found Sage, who smiled and waved excitedly, to which the two of them waved back at her, showing that they were there. Eddie scanned the room and found you sitting at the piano. He didn’t know you played. Huh.

At 4:30, you finished the song you were playing and Mrs. Messerli made a sweet speech about how happy she was that all of the parents could make it, how proud she was of the kids for working so hard on this concert, and that there were snacks in the back of the room. She nodded to you, then turned to direct the kids. You began playing the first song, smiling as you listened to your students sing with their whole hearts, even if none of them could carry a tune.

The rest of the concert went as planned: children singing off pitch, a wonderful rendition of jingle bells played terribly on recorders, and the last song including hand motions and little dance moves. The parents clapped enthusiastically at the end, because each parent was truly proud of their child. The kindergartners took their collective bow, and were dismissed to their parents.

Sage ran up to Eddie and Wayne, smiling so hard her eyes and nose crinkled, “Poppa! Daddy! Did you see me?” She asked, landing in Eddie’s arms with a thud.

Eddie laughed and picked her up, resting the small girl on his hip, “I did, Sage! You were a real rockstar up there!”

“You reminded me of your old man.” Wayne chuckled, ruffling her hair.

“Did I do so good?” She asked hopefully, reveling in all the praise. She was such a ham.

“Yes, baby girl. You did great. So metal.” Eddie smiled, giving her a hug that was tight enough to make her wiggle to be put down. He laughed and obliged, noticed that her shoe was untied, and bent to tie it for her.

“You want to spend the night at Poppa’s house? I picked up your favorite movie aaand I can make pancakes.” Wayne suggested. He’d cleared it with Eddie first, of course, but he wanted to see if Sage was up for some Sage and Poppa time.

Sage looked up at Eddie, “Can I?” She asked, giving her best puppy dog eyes.

Eddie pretended to ponder the idea for a moment, “Hmm… I don’t know.. did you make your bed this morning?” He asked.

Sage nodded enthusiastically, “I did! I promise I did!”

Eddie rubbed his chin, feigning that he was thinking really hard about it. “Hmm… okay, but as long as you save me a pancake.” He said, sticking his hand out for Sage to shake in their little deal.

She shook it, promising that she would, and raised her arms so Wayne could pick her up. Wayne gave Eddie a wink and rubbed Sage’s back, “I’ll bring her back after lunch tomorrow.” He reminded him.

Eddie nodded, “Alright. You guys go on ahead. I’m going to see if they need any help cleaning up.”

Wayne nodded. He hadn’t seen his son interact with you at all, but if he had, he would have known instantly about how Eddie felt about you. He could always tell what he was thinking, which had proved to annoy Eddie at points.

You were helping Mrs. Messerli pack up the sheet music and music stand when Eddie walked up. “Do you guys need any help putting things away?” He asked.

You looked over and saw Eddie, sans Sage. Before you could say anything, Mrs. Robinson was interjecting, “Yes, please. Could you help us roll the risers backstage?” She asked.

You looked to him and nodded, “Yeah, they’re pretty heavy, so we will take all the help we can get.” You agreed. The two of you walked to the stage and worked on rolling them to the small backstage area. “Where’s Sage?” You asked, curious that she wasn’t with him.

“Ah, she’s spending the night at Wayne’s. He needed some grandpa time.” He smiled, loving that they were so close.

“Ah. That’s nice.” You struggled, setting down the riser with a sigh of relief. You walked back and helped Mrs. Messerli bring another riser backstage while Eddie helped Mrs. Robinson.

The work got done quickly, and the last thing to do was to wheel the piano back to the music room. Mrs. Messerli offered, but you insisted that she head on home to see her kids. The other teachers had already left, so it was up to you and Eddie to roll it back. The two of you were on opposite ends, slowly starting to roll it through the elementary school.

“So, I had no idea you played piano.” Eddie started.

“Really? I thought I had mentioned it.” You replied.

He shook his head, “Nope. If you had, I would have teased you more about the rockstar thing.”

You chuckled, “I guess so. But yeah, I’ve played since I was a little girl. I actually almost went to school for music, but decided to go into teaching instead. Figured there would be more career opportunities that way. And I found my love of teaching through giving piano lessons when I was a teenager.”

You kicked the door to the music room open and walked in backwards, parking the piano in its usual spot in the room, clicking the wheel stops so it wouldn’t roll around.

“Can you play something for me?” He asked.

You raised an eyebrow, “You heard me play like, 30 minutes ago.”

“Yeah, but I want to hear you play without the chaos of nearly 50 kindergartners singing along.” He said honestly, “I didn’t actually get to hear you play for real.”

You shrugged, “Sure, why not?” You pulled up the piano bench and opened the lid, “Any requests?”

He thought for a moment, “Just play what you’re comfortable with.” He sat next to you on the piano bench, ready to hear anything you’d play for him.

You took a moment, then began playing Beethoven’s Sonata No. 14, ‘Moonlight’. It was your favorite piece to play- it was somber and beautiful. You had always felt like it told a story: you’d always imagined a woman in a white dress dancing in a beautiful garden under the light of the moon, longing for.. something you could never place.

As the song came to a close, you let the last note linger for a minute before sitting back and looking at Eddie, “That’s my favorite one to play.” You whispered sheepishly.

He looked at you amazed, like he just found this other side to you that he’d never seen before and thought it was the most amazing thing. “That was… wow.” He whispered back.

You chuckled off the awkwardness you felt. You’d played in front of people before, but it never felt this intimate. “Thanks. It’s a lot different than your music.” You noted.

He didn’t move from his spot, “Yeah, I guess so. But it was.. beautiful. I’ve heard the song before, I think.”

“Yeah, it’s a pretty popular classical piece.” You said, closing the lid of the piano.

“Let me take you out. On a date.” He blurted suddenly, like he wasn’t expecting himself to say it either.

You looked over at him, “What?”

Eddie stood from the bench, thinking for a moment. “Yeah. Uh- I think you’re really cool. And I think it would be fun, ya know?” He said, trying to justify his little outburst.

You had to remain calm. If you weren’t aware of the whole situation, you would have immediately said yes. But you knew better. “Eddie..” you said quietly, “I can’t..”

His face fell a little, but he tried not to look too disappointed. He waved a hand dismissively like it was a silly thought to have, “Ah- pssh- yeah. I mean it was just a stupid idea I had and I-“

You interrupted him before he could go any further. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. “Listen, Eddie.. it’s not like I don’t want to. I just… it’s unprofessional. I don’t think we’re even allowed to date our students’ parents per the school’s policy.” You whispered.

He stopped, then raised an eyebrow, acting all cocky now, “So you want to, is what I’m hearing.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, knowing the theatrics were about to ensue. “Yes, Eddie, I do.” You replied bluntly.

He smirked, leaning on the piano, “So, we date in secret. No biggie. Nobody would know if neither of us say anything.” He suggested.

“This is Hawkins we’re talking about. You could sneeze and someone would overhear from two doors down and your big sneeze would be the talk of the town within five minutes.” You said flatly, “And you’re not exactly a subtle person.”

He nodded, “Fair, fair… so.. what do we do?” He asked, hoping that this wouldn’t be the end of things.

You thought for a moment, taking everything into consideration. “Wait?” You suggested.

“Until Sage is out of kindergarten? That won’t be until May.” He almost whined.

You shrugged, “I mean, yeah. I guess so? It’s really the only option if I want to keep my job.”

Eddie sighed and nodded, “Okay.. Could I possibly offer you a job at the record store?” He teased, but kind of hoped you’d take him up on it.

You laughed, “Unfortunately, I will have to decline that offer. I love teaching.”

“I know. I know you do.” He chuckled, “Okay, fine. We wait. Just don’t go running off into the sunset with some other dude before May because I would be extremely offended.” He said, clutching his nonexistent pearls.

You ran a hand through your hair, smiling up at him, “I don’t plan on it.”

The call Eddie made to Steve that night was definitely an interesting one.

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[everyonehateserik]

i’ve been feeling very depressed and suicidal, so i took a day off from school before this weekend to just do whatever i wanted and relax. regain passion.

i feel guilty for not being a work machine, but i feel like i have to unlearn that.

i can’t be perfect even though i want to.

striving for perfection makes me want to die.

i had a dream tonight where i was terminally ill. was having my last couple days and trying to make the most of them. i realized that i do not want to die, and that i like being a person for the rare and small moments in life. i woke up feeling grateful.

school makes me want to die though, still.

i’m dreading monday. i know it will destroy me.

here are some cat drawings i did yesterday for my friendgroups joint sketchbook:

[YES I KNOW THEY’RE GOOFY LOOKING OKAY? SHHH]

translation for text if anyone is curious:

Wanted to learn to draw cats, so i pulled out my cat-lexicon and started with the first breed in the book: "Perser"

Fun fact: this breed has a high incidence of kryptorcism (drawn back testicles) (shy balls)

My biggest peice of advice: Don’t start a drawing with the expectation of perfection. These drawings were made in like three minutes each. A quick and shaky sketch in a thin marker with some bad shading. But i went in with the thought: "I’m gonna make some goofy ass cats, and I’m gonna have fun" and then i got some okay sketches out of it. You get better for every drawing. So make MANY. Behind a masterprice there lies 100 bad drawings. Throw the perfectionist in your head out the window.

- end of translation -

i’m really not in any position to be giving advice to my friends, but i’m a year older than them, so i’m like expected to be wise and shit. i feel pretty wise rn tbh

okay. adios.

[jahayla-parker]

Teaser of an upcoming post. It is complete and will be posted by Monday evening at the latest.

Its 13.5 k 😭🫣 I really hope people read it haha. Below are just a few earlier snippets from the first few paragraphs.

18+ due to smut content!

Requested by @theslayerofthevampires

Tom glared as his grip crumpled the edges of the papers in his hands, “Would you be quiet? l'm trying to work"

“I’m not doing anything Tom “ she said quietly.

He rolled his eyes, “don’t tease me”.

“I would never do that” she scoffed with a faint smirk as she let him get back to reading his script.

—-

Heavily breathing, Tom whispers “I am not affected..."

—-

"I can't wait until we're done with this event. There are so many things I want to do to you right now” he mumbles, eyes tracing her body again.

—

“You know l'm holding back from fucking you over this desk, don't push your luck” he grumbled, pressing his face into her collar bone.

—-

Shhh, you gotta be quiet or we're gonna get caught" y/n warned, moving her fingers to undo his zipper.

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

CHAPTER 27

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 27

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: A couple of cursing words. Andy being a little bit of a dick.

A/N:  Look I know these kind of processes take a lot of time, but this is a work of fiction. And again I do not know anything about law, I’m not a lawyer.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 2046

GIF not mine, if its yours, please let me know to give you credit :)  

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Monday, September 5th, first day of school. It was 6:30 when Andy’s alarm went off. He groaned and turned to see Jake sleeping in between him and Annie who was now opening her eyes.

“When did Jake come to sleep with us?” She whispered with a groggy voice.

“I don’t know,” He whispered back, “Ready to go back to school?”

“No.” She groaned and Andy laughed a bit. “What’s gonna happen today?”

“First meeting is at 9, I asked Doctor Green to testify in our favor,”

“Do you think this whole process will take long?”

“I hope not. I’m actually praying Laurie gets tired of the process and just quit trying to have Jake.”

“Do you still believe she is hiding something?”

“Yes.” Jake whimpered a bit, “Shhh” Andy stroke his hair.

Annie’s day was pretty boring, nothing important ever happens during the first day of school, she could’ve just stayed at home or go with Andy to court to support him.

“So let me get his straight,” Mark said after sipping to his coffee, “This woman abandoned Jake and Andy and now she wants Jake back?”

“Yes, and today is the first hearing.”

“And this woman pays anything for Jake?” Mark asked.

“What you mean?”

“Yeah, you know, does she send money to Andy? Like for Jake’s education, clothes, etc.”

“Not that I know of. Andy have never said anything about that.”

“Then she has no right over Jake. In any case Andy could ask for her to give money for Jake.”

“You can do that?”

“Yeah! You know my parents are divorced. Since I was staying with my mom, my dad always gave money to my mom, it was part of the arrangement when they got divorce. So I assume the same thing should applied to her since she left them.”

“Hmmmm, never thought about that.”

“Have you met her?” Sharon asked.

“Yes, she showed up in the house once, like 2 weeks ago.”

“And how is she?” Sharon asked again.

“Gorgeous, like very posh. You can see she has a good life back in New York.” Annie looked at her phone, “They should be there already.”

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Andy and Lynn were already outside the court waiting for Doctor Green to arrive.

“You haven’t sleep well, have you?” Lynn said.

“What gave it away?”

“You look like a raccoon and that,” She said pointing to the cup of coffee, “It’s your fifth cup today.” Andy took a small sip of his coffee. “Oh god.”

“What?” Andy turned to see where Lynn eyes were looking at. Laurie was coming out of her car but of course she wasn’t alone. “Is that…?”

“Richard Anderson. Fuck.”

Richard Anderson was one of the best lawyers in New York, he was well known for never losing a case and it was one of Andy’s former professors back in NYU. He and Laurie strode towards them, and she had a huge smile on her face once she saw the demeanor of both Andy and Lynn.

“Morning Laurie,” Andy said, “Richard.” He extended his hand.

“Hello Andy, never thought I will go against one of my best students.” They shook hands. “It’s so good to see you. Shall we? We have some things to arrange.”

The four of them walked into the courthouse and to one of the many meeting rooms in there. A big table in the middle of the room. Lynn and Andy sat on one side while Richard and Laurie sat in front of them.

“Well, my client, Mrs. Cox,” It was weird for Andy to heard a last name it was not his nor Laurie’s maiden name. “Wants to see her son, so I’m sure that a trial is not necessary as soon as we come to an arrangement for her to spend time with Jacob. What she is looking for is 50/50 custody, the child must spend half the year with her, and the other half with his dad.”

“No,” Lynn answer, “I’m sure you are aware Mrs. Cox left her family and she send Mr. Barber here a letter resigning to all her parents’ rights.”

“A letter is not something legal, but you already know that. Unless it was a formal legal document, that paper doesn’t mean anything. So, do we have an agreement?”

“No.” Andy said this time. “Laurie you know this isn’t right! You left us!”

“Very well,” Richard and Laurie stood up.

“Hold on,” Lynn said, “We have certain conditions. Jake will never put a foot in the courtroom during this whole thing and Mrs. Cox can’t get near the kid unless she wins. If any of these demands are not fulfill then you two will retire from the case and Jake will stay with Andy.”

“I think we can live with that. Get ready.” They walked out of the room and walked towards the court room.

“We are screwed!” Andy said. “Richard fucking Anderson!”

“Come on Andy, even the best lawyers lose some times. I’ll try my best, I promise.”

It was almost 10 when Judge Howard Choi walked into the courtroom and called Doctor Green to the bench.

“We are here for the case of custody for the minor Jacob Owen Barber. Lawyers have you come to an arrangement about it?”

“No, your honor.” Lynn Said.

“Very well, so we better get going.” He gave a tight smile to the people in the room. “Lawyer Canavan, you can call your first witness.”

“My first witness is Doctor Green, Jake’s psychologist.”

Doctor Green walked to the bench and took his oath.

“State your name for the record.” Judge Choi said.

“I’m Noah Green, children psychologist.”

“Thank you for coming doctor, I’m sure you have a lot of things to do.” Lynn said and he nodded so she continued. “How long have you been working with Jake?”

“About 2 months now.”

“Do you mind telling us why is a four year old seen a psychologist?”

“Well, his dad, Mr. Barber was concerned about Jake’s nightmares. Jake had an episode of anxiety during one of those nightmares.”

“What kind of nightmares?”

“Jake has told me that he dreams something wants to take him away from his dad.”

“Something? Like his mom?”

“Objection your honor, leading the witness.” Richard said.

“Sustain.”

“Very well, does Jake know what this monster is?”

“No, he had never seen it, and if he did, he doesn’t remember. I asked him a couple of times to draw the monster but he just draw a big unshaped black thing with red eyes.”

“You can see some of the drawings in the folder we gave you at the beginning of this hearing.” Lynn said addressing to Richard and Judge Choi. “After the many sessions you had held with Jake, what was the diagnosis you gave Mr. Barber about his son?”

“I told him Jake’s nightmare had to do with some past trauma.”

“Did you know Jake was abandoned by his mother when he was just one?”

“Yes, Mr. Barber told me about it before I started working with Jake.”

“So could it be possible, the trauma you are referring to is the abandonment of Mrs. Cox?”

“Yes, that was my diagnosis. Jake was a baby, he didn’t know how to defend himself, he didn’t know how to take care of himself. His subconscious is just showing some represent emotions, and he will heal with time. His family and I have seen a lot of progress. Mr. Barber here has helped a lot in that.”

“As a professional, do you think it will be ideal for Jake to meet his mom at this point in his life? Obviously considering he thinks his mother is dead.”

“No, I think it will damage him. The progress we have made will be disrupted. And there’s a highly chance Jake will go back to have nightmares. The fact of meeting someone he believes doesn’t exist anymore will bring a chain of problems that no kid should face.”

“Thank you, Doctor Green. No more questions, your honor.”

Richard stood from his sit and walked towards the bench.

“Doctor Green, do you believe you may have been led by Mr. Barber to give that diagnosis since he told you about Jake’s mom?”

“No.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, in all my years working with kids I have to deal with the parents too. And most of them think they know what is wrong with their kids. Mr. Barber gave me the information I asked and needed to star working with his kid, but never implied or said he blame his ex-wife for Jake’s situation.”

“Have you seen any other cases similar to Jacob’s?”

“Yes, a couple of times.”

“And these cases were exactly like Jacob’s?”

“Well, not quite. Every single case is particular.”

“Ah! So you are just assuming how Jacob will react?”

“According to the books…”

“But you are not sure?” Doctor Green didn’t answer, “Can you assure me Jacob will reject his mother if he ever gets to meet her?”

“No, I can’t.”

“Thank you, doctor. No more questions.”

“Alright we’d heard enough for today,” judge Choi said, “We will continue tomorrow, at 9, if that’s ok with both lawyers.” They nodded “Excellent, have a nice day all of you.”

“All rise for the judge.” The officer at the door said.

Richard and Laurie took off, while Lynn and Andy remained in their places. Doctor Green walked to them.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t expecting that question.” He said looking at Andy.

“Don’t worry doctor. You did a good job, Thank you for coming.” Andy shook his hand.

“For what is worth, I meant what I said. You have helped Jake a lot lately in his progress. If anyone should keep him, is you.”

“Thank you.”

Annie left school at noon and drove all the way back to Newton to pick up Jake. It was a surprise to see Andy’s car at the entrance. Once outside the car, Jake run towards the house.

“Dad!” Jake walked to the living room but found it empty. “Daddy?”

Annie walked into the house carrying her and Jake’s backpack. She headed to the kitchen to start with the lunch. She took a few vegetables out of the fridge, washed them and started cutting them when Jake walked into the kitchen, his eyes a bit glossy and red.

“Hey, what’s wrong baby?”

“Daddy sad.” He sniffed.

“Really?” Jake nodded and rubbed his eyes with his sleeve. “Where is your dad?”

“In office.”

“Ok.” She gave Jake a piece of string cheese. “Lunch will be ready soon, go watch TV.  Let me check on your dad.”

She went to Andy’s office and found Andy on the couch he had, his head back, a glass of scotch in his hand.

“Too early to be drinking.” She walked towards them and took the glass from his hand and put it on the desk. Andy didn’t move. “Hey.” Annie walked back and sat next to him. “How bad was it?”

He turned to see Annie, she could tell he had been crying, “That fucking bitch hired one the best attorneys in New York!” Andy yelled.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down! Jake will hear you, and I don’t like that vocabulary.”

“Look! I don’t care! I can’t lose Jake! He is all I have! And Richard Anderson has never lost a case! EVER!!!”

“It was just day one. Andy you can give up just because she hired some fancy lawyer. You and Lynn got this!”

“No, we don’t! I can see Lynn is already regretting taking this case, even if she tries to act like everything is fine.”

“Andy, come on, everything will be fi…”

“Shut up! I don’t even know why I’m talking to you, you don’t understand anything about this.”

Annie stood up and walked towards the door.

“I won’t talk to you anymore, I’m not stupid! I’m just trying to be supportive and optimistic.” She walked out of the room but soon enough she came back, “And you are not allowed to have lunch with us until you cut it with the attitude. I don’t need this, nor Jake.” And with that she left.

“FUCK!” Andy ran his hand through his face and let his head fall back again against the couch.

[paranormals-of-ilvermorny]

Chapter 11

Monday came and with it a massive headache for those few unfortunate students that partied a bit too hard the night before. One such student was Robin, nursing her pounding head with plenty of water and food for the day ahead.

While Lorelei didn’t exactly stay up due to the party, she did have a very hard time sleeping through the night. She was continuously plagued with dreams of owl-eyed monsters with long limbs and a cramping stomach that cost her too many hours of lost sleep. But this morning, as she plated potatoes and eggs onto her and Robin’s plate, she was filled with determination to find answers for her fears.

In the past, Lorelei would struggle with a book report or math packet all night for her studies. She would cry from the frustration, worrying over every little detail wanting to present something perfect to appease her teachers and meet her father’s expectations. After working and failing far past her bedtime, her mother would place a gentle hand on her shoulder and tell her to try again tomorrow, that she can’t expect herself to perform well when her mind and body need a rest. So up to her room she would go, getting a restless night's sleep, only to wake up the next day with renewed vigor to try again and solve her problems. For Lorelei, it comes from a place of feeling like she can control her fears by learning everything there is to know about a subject.

Whether it be algebra, potions, or Skinwalkers, Lorelei always came up with a strategy once she researched her enemy beforehand. One night she had such a bad headache from the stress of not understanding the extra credit for her geometry class that her mother joked she was trying to birth Athena from her head. At the time, Lorelei didn’t get it, only making her head hurt more, but now she understands what her mother and the Ancient Greeks meant. Good ideas take time to develop, and an extreme amount of pain to endure.

So while she took notes for every class she attended, and an extra set for poor Robin who was battling the cursed sun, Lorelei was thinking of every book and topic that they would need to learn their enemy’s weaknesses. Not the mockery from Claire, nor the boring details of the Wizard’s Suffrage Movement for voting was enough to stop Lorelei from trotting down the path she was on. She had the perfect plan, ready to execute at the last ring of the bell.

The slamming of a stack of books awoke Robin from her dreary slumber, that just so happened to take place on one of the library's tables. Somewhere from the other side of the building a loud ‘shhh’ could be heard from Ms. Belrose, the agitation easily heard. Blinking her blurry vision to clear, Robin looked before her and took note of the heft stack of books that were the perpetrator of the noise. Continuing to scan the books, peering over the top was a far too jubilant Lorelei who stared back at her tired friend. A moment passed between them as they continued to stare at each other from across the mountain of textbooks before Robin finally voiced her questions.

“It’s Monday. Why are we here?” She asked in a deadpan tone, drained of all energy.

“Well,” Lorelei began, having enough energy for the two of them, “I was up late last night worried about the ‘thing’.” She said, dropping her voice to a whisper at the mention.

“Oh, the Skin—“ She quickly covered Robin’s mouth with her hand.

“Yes, that! And I figured the best thing we can do is learn everything we can to better prepare ourselves.”

“Why can’t we just say it’s name? ‘S no different from ‘cat’ or ‘crup’.” Said Robin as she removed her friend’s hand from her face.

“Well we still don’t know definitively if that’s what it is.” Cautioned Lorelei, afraid they might get into a dispute.

“That’s not fair! You said you would believe me if you saw it, which you did!” Robin yawned, clearly still fighting the urge to cuddle up and sleep.

“I said I would believe you, which I do. What I don’t believe is that that thing is what we think it is.”

“Okay Miss Rosewood, indulge me. What is your plan?”

At the mention of her intentions, Lorelei’s eyes lit up which told Robin that she was in for a long afternoon. “Well, I thought it would be best to gather every bit of information on the beast, weaknesses, strengths, what it eats, that stuff. Then, we write it all down and bring our findings to the headmaster, along with your drawing, to prove we aren’t making something up and have thought of possible solutions of how to get rid of it.” Whilst talking Lorelei placed each heavy book onto the wooden table, enough spread around to easily look from one to another when cross reading.

After watching and listening to her speak, Robin felt herself give in, despite how badly she wanted to take a very long nap. “Ugh, okay. That sounds like a really good plan. Where do we start?”

Delighted that her friend agreed and was willing to help, Lorelei couldn’t contend her wide smile.

“I was thinking we put together what we noticed about the creature, then we go back to the first book, The Big Book of Fur and Scales,” she pointed to one of the spread out books, “and write down what it says for a concrete description.”

“Alrighty, you have my attention until dinner, deal?”

Once more, they shook on their informal agreement before starting their search. Not long into their reading, Robin broke the silence of page flipping. “Hey, I thought I was sleepwalking to my bed, how did you get me here?”

“Easy, I gently pushed you towards where I wanted you to go. You didn’t open your eyes once.”

“Touché.”

Over the next few hours as what little warmth began to wane as the sun prepared to set, the girls continued to search through their books for anything that related to their new project.

Every now and then Lorelei would have to gently wake up Robin, or face the wrath of Ms. Prim, due to her snoring. So far they couldn’t find much information on Skinwalkers besides their height, habitation, and hunting habits. What they can use for their protection was that Skinwalkers are nocturnal, have an aversion to silver, and how they are thought to nest near villages and populated places.

Lorelei also read up on the history of the animal, like how early wizards once thought them to be shape-shifters or take possession over other animals and their bodies through dark magic, but this was disproved after more research and studies. One passage in a book titled Witchcraft In The America’s caught Lorelei’s eye and led her thoughts astray in search of more questions.

“As part of the Anthropo family, the dermathrope, also known as the Skinwalker, has a similar aversion to silver that has been seen before in its cousin the lycanthrope, or Werewolf. The hypothesis, at the time of writing, is that they carry a certain genetic mutation which causes the body to see and feel silver as an extreme allergen, causing burns on the creature’s skin. The most notable case was that of a student at the proclaimed Ilvermorny School of New England, who had an unfortunate encounter with a Walker, but lived to tell the tale due to her trusty silver necklace. With more reading, it will be found that the anti-microbial properties of silver in all forms has shown to have some effect on dark magical beings, though some are more affected than others.”

What?

An attack happened at Ilvermorny?

And no one else knows about it?

How?

These questions floated around Lorelei’s mind, unable to focus on one to search for a concrete answer. Thankfully, her body seemed to go into autopilot and flipped the musty pages to the book’s cover, in hopes of finding a publishing date. Most of the books that surrounded where the girls sat were either donated or purchased by past students from many years ago, so not all of their information was as reliable as one would wish. By straining her eyes, Lorelei could make out a smudged 1964 as the publishing date. She sat staring at the number for a minute before deciding on what to do next. It might be crazy, but maybe it was crazy enough to work.

But unfortunately, it would have to wait for after supper, as the owl clock chimed six.

In the great hall, several students sat down for a delicious meal of some warm corn chowder with fresh rolls. Many of those students also tried not to fall asleep into their bowl, yearning for their soft beds since this morning. For Lorelei, she kept her mind occupied by chasing the clouds of thoughts that apparated after her library reading. Although thankful for the delicious and warm food served on such a cold night, but she was more than ready to get back to finish what she started.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a familiar voice shined through. “Hey Lorelei, how’s your stomach?” She looked up to see the thoughtful eyes of Orville. It took her a moment to register what he had said, too caught up in the fact that he even came over to talk to her. Once she did, she immediately responded.

“Oh, yeah! It’s much better now, thanks to the ginger, heh. And thankfully no breast milk!” She tried to joke, but instead felt way too embarrassed to have said such a thing with so many people to listen in.

“What the Hell?!” Asked a very confused and suddenly alerted Robin. But instead of burning up in flames of shame, Lorelei instead felt herself burning up from the musical sound of Orville’s laugh.

He wiped the tears of joy from his eyes, “Oh Robin, that reminds me, how’s your project going?” His question was said with a slight hint of laughter. In response, she gave him the look of not knowing what he was talking about.

“What project?”

“Uh, the project about magical creatures. Lorelei told me she was helping you with it.” He asked Robin, Lorelei giving her friend a certain look that told her everything she needed to know.

”Oh, yeah, that. Well it’s going pretty good, I think. Been taking my sweet time to start writing it though.” She lied naturally, basically acting as a second language for her.

“Well, best of luck to you. And if you need any more ginger for your stomach Lorelei, don’t be afraid to stop by.” He scratched the back of his neck while speaking, “A group of second years like to go through the forest on weekends forging for different herbs and stuff. Have a good night you two!” With a cheery goodbye from Lorelei, and a much more fatigued one from Robin, Orville sauntered his way back to his table of friends.

Lorelei couldn’t help but watch him until her sat down to resume her eating, before she was once again interrupted by her friend. “You know he likes you, right?”

With her spoon halfway towards her open mouth, Lorelei paused. Surely her friend was just messing with her, right? “No he doesn’t, he’s just a very friendly guy,” she dispelled any suggestion of his attraction before trying to eat her food again.

Robin rolled her eyes, “Yes he does, I’ve seen how he stares at you.”

Stopping herself from eating once more Lorelei replied, “I think your eyes are playing tricks on you due to the lack of sleep.”

Letting out a huff of air, Robin answered back, “Fine, whatever.” She was too tired to argue, choosing instead to eat some of her buttered roll.

Finally left to finish her meal, Lorelei ate the spoonful of slightly chilled corn chowder as she pondered a brand new thought. Could he really like me? No, he’s obviously way out of my league, and besides, what would a sixth year athlete see in a book nerd fifth year like her?

All thoughts and questions about Orville’s affection were lost when an exhausted Jordan lost the battle against sleep, ending up face first into his bowl of soup.

It was after dinner and the majority of the school went to their common rooms to study or get some extra sleep. But for Lorelei, she ventured the cold once more to visit the library after hours in search of more information. Not up for a night of reading by candlelight, Lorelei sternly told Robin to go to bed and get some sleep, which she happily agreed to do.

After getting the key from Ms. Prim, and hearing a lecture about what would happen if she damaged the school’s book, before going over to the restricted history section. The glass cabinets kept about ten books that required school permission to access, each section of the library had one. The books locked away ranged from containing information on dark magic, to having been cursed by dangerous spells, including dozens that were so old they might turn to dust if mishandled. They were still used, amazingly, by some professors to teach students certain sections of their classes. Lorelei clutched the thin skeleton key and turned the case’s lock, and lifted the glass door. Searching for the right title, she grabbed the heft book and brought it back over to the nearest table that wasn’t occupied, which wasn’t hard seeing as it was early evening.

The book she chose was one of the school’s old yearbooks, dated 1964. She figured she’d start with the publishing date, then work her way backwards, searching for a girl who wore a silver necklace. After nearly forty-five minutes of page flipping, Lorelei couldn’t find anyone wearing a necklace, silver or otherwise. At one time she thought she found her, but it was just an old ink smudged on the page. Having found nothing, she put the book back then took out the next one.

Sitting back down, Lorelei once again began to look page after page for anyone wearing something resembling a necklace. The eerie silence and whistling of the wind began to chill her, in part from the old drafty building, but also because of the fear of what could be lurking just outside the walls. The creaking from the old wood floors didn’t help much, leaving Lorelei to wonder if it was just Ms. Prim or something more sinister. She tried desperately to keep her mind on the task at hand, but her imagination was running wild with thoughts of fangs and claws, ready to strike into the soft flesh of its victim.

With her mind racing, Lorelei also missed the very clear picture of a young girl wearing what looks to be a locket of some kind. Following her finger, Lorelei read the names of the people around her until she discovered the young girl’s name; Ramona Woodly. Flipping through more pictures, Lorelei saw her face again, this time wearing her robes and a large, old fashioned camera with a wide smile on her face.

“Ramona Woodly class of ‘64, pictured above, is an active member of the school’s newspaper acting as its chief photographer. She caught many shots including the winning Quodpot score from this past season. Known by many as the ambitious photo taker she is, in all her years studying at Ilvermorny she’s never been seen without her silver locket.”

Every thought she previously had about drooling beasts with sharp teeth, Lorelei banished after placing a name to the necklace holder.

Romona Woodly, where are you know?

[divaglamina]

Bold what applies to you:

I’ve had a really hard month..

I’ve never been on a plane.

I miss the world before COVID.

I hope to buy a house in the next 3 years.

I want to dye my hair pink this year.

I want to buy a book about minimalism.

I have multiple crystals in my home.

I own platform sneakers/boots.

I play Overwatch.

I love the color pink.

I think yellow roses are pretty.

I don’t drive.

I want to move away from here.

Titanic is the best movie of all time. Classic.

I own Pokémon cards.

I’m currently wearing socks.

I don’t think I’ll go to concerts for at least another year.

I want to lose 10lbs.

Someday I want to own a diamond tennis bracelet.

I think Tiffany & Co. makes a great gift.

I visited my grandparents this week.

I have a younger sister.

I have HBO.

The heat is on currently in my home.

I spoke with my mom today.

I had pizza for dinner.

I’m laying in bed currently.

I never remember my dreams.

I’m a Pisces.

I sometimes wish I was the opposite sex.

I had a glass of wine today.

I didn’t leave the house today.

I’m going to clean tomorrow.

I work on Monday.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able afford to buy a home.

I work 40 hours a week.

I’ve never been to Disney.

I have god children.

I enjoy thunderstorms.

I want to see Wicked on Broadway.

I’m a daydreamer.

I want to move to Maine, USA.

I get carded at the liquor store.

I never smoked a cigarette.

I enjoy painting in my spare time.

I have a kitty.

Cute underwear make me happy.

I wish I had a fireplace in my home.

I need a massage.

I love peach scented things.

I enjoy gummy bears.

Target > Walmart.

I have brown eyes.

The Matrix is real. Shhh.

Resident Evil is a great movie.

My nails aren’t painted.

I love fish tacos.

Chocolate covered raisins are good.

Movie nights are the best.

I’m a great host when I have people over.

I don’t have any tattoos.

I think healthcare should be free.

I don’t wear yoga pants.

I would love to have dinner with Meryl Streep.

Adele is an amazing singer and deserves her fame.

I’m wearing a grey shirt.

I’m more comfortable around women.

I watched Game of Thrones and miss it.

Netflix is trash now.

Britney Spears deserves her freedom.

I think Paris Hilton is smart.

I’m tired but don’t want to go to bed yet.

I love sushi.

I have only a handful of friends.

I don’t trust easily.

I’m Portuguese.

I’m French.

I’m American.

I watch Bravo TV.

I play The Sims4.

I off and on diet.

I drink my coffee black.

I wish I could take a 2 week break from everything.

I want to own a tiny-home.

I enjoy shows that flip homes.

I have no plans tomorrow.

Survey 347

Created by @itakesurveys on 11/6/21

Bold what applies to you:

I’ve had a really hard month..

I’ve never been on a plane.

I miss the world before COVID.

I hope to buy a house in the next 3 years.

I want to dye my hair pink this year.

I want to buy a book about minimalism.

I have multiple crystals in my home.

I own platform sneakers/boots.

I play Overwatch.

I love the color pink.

I think yellow roses are pretty.

I don’t drive.

I want to move away from here.

Titanic is the best movie of all time. Classic.

I own Pokémon cards.

I’m currently wearing socks.

I don’t think I’ll go to concerts for at least another year.

I want to lose 10lbs.

Someday I want to own a diamond tennis bracelet.

I think Tiffany & Co. makes a great gift.

I visited my grandparents this week.

I have a younger sister.

I have HBO.

The heat is on currently in my home.

I spoke with my mom today.

I had pizza for dinner.

I’m laying in bed currently.

I never remember my dreams.

I’m a Pisces.

I sometimes wish I was the opposite sex.

I had a glass of wine today.

I didn’t leave the house today.

I’m going to clean tomorrow.

I work on Monday.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able afford to buy a home.

I work 40 hours a week.

I’ve never been to Disney.

I have god children.

I enjoy thunderstorms.

I want to see Wicked on Broadway.

I’m a daydreamer.

I want to move to Maine, USA.

I get carded at the liquor store.

I never smoked a cigarette.

I enjoy painting in my spare time.

I have a kitty.

Cute underwear make me happy.

I wish I had a fireplace in my home.

I need a massage.

I love peach scented things.

I enjoy gummy bears.

Target > Walmart.

I have brown eyes.

The Matrix is real. Shhh.

Resident Evil is a great movie.

My nails aren’t painted.

I love fish tacos.

Chocolate covered raisins are good.

Movie nights are the best.

I’m a great host when I have people over.

I don’t have any tattoos.

I think healthcare should be free.

I don’t wear yoga pants.

I would love to have dinner with Meryl Streep.

Adele is an amazing singer and deserves her fame.

I’m wearing a grey shirt.

I’m more comfortable around women.

I watched Game of Thrones and miss it.

Netflix is trash now.

Britney Spears deserves her freedom.

I think Paris Hilton is smart.

I’m tired but don’t want to go to bed yet.

I love sushi.

I have only a handful of friends.

I don’t trust easily.

I’m Portuguese.

I’m French.

I’m American.

I watch Bravo TV.

I play The Sims4.

I off and on diet.

I drink my coffee black.

I wish I could take a 2 week break from everything.

I want to own a tiny-home.

I enjoy shows that flip homes.

I have no plans tomorrow.

Created by @itakesurveys on 11/6/21