#i spun the price is right wheel

[wystful]

@twilium ( Shiki )

❛ Congrats , you get to go home. I'm here to relieve you , the spirits were re - classed in the last hour , this is below your grade. Otherwise , Kyoto wouldn't have sent their fumigator. ❜

[norrizzandpia]

I absolutely love your writing, I am obsessedd! Could you do a story where yn is in a car crash (or something along those lines), and then a scared Lando? And I would love you even more if yn doesn't immediately wake up or immediately is ok

Kissess

Is it mentally ill for me to love this trope?

What Died Didn’t Stay Dead (LN4)

Summary: Y/n’s close to fatal car crash and the epiphanies that followed.

Warnings: detailed depictions of a car crash, mentions of death, lots of angst, happy ending

Note: GUESS WHO’S BACK AND READY TO WRITE OVER THE SUMMER

There was a distant memory of Lando going ninety in a forty-five as Y/n drove his McLaren to work. Her hands on the wheel and mind elsewhere, she giggled to herself when the image of him pouting at a ticket and its astronomical price sat in the forefront of her mind.

“Could you, for one second, respond to what I’m saying?” The voice of her boss rang through the car’s speakers.

Y/n rolled her eyes. She hated this woman. “I am responding to you. I just have nothing more to say.”

The woman coughed on the other side of the phone, phlegm prominent in the sound, “What you need to generally understand here is that we, as a company and a branch, cannot have you dating someone with such a high profile. Especially when he continually goes against vehicle regulations and laws. We are a law firm, Y/n. One that helps clients who have been involved in car accidents. Lando Norris, Formula One Driver and known speeder, dating someone who handles cases such as ours.”

Y/n nodded to herself, “I get that, Ann. But, I don’t know what you want me to do? You can’t fire me due to my personal relationships and you can’t demand me to separate from him. This is an empty issue, which you have brought to my attention without a concise and cohesive solution. When you can figure out a way for me to continue to date my partner and keep my job as it is without this supposed issue, come to me. But, for right now, it sounds as though this is empty complaining.”

Ann scoffed, “Between me and you, Y/n, it would be in your best interest to part ways with Lando Norris.”

Speechless and shocked, Y/n’s eyes averted to the screen with Ann’s name and number presented. She couldn’t believe the suggestion, much less the blatant disregard for professionalism. With the massive distraction, she failed to see the aggressive driver approaching her right in the rear view mirror.

A sentence she began to speak fell short when the car attempted to move into her lane, one that had no more space to accommodate his large truck. He hit her front bumper with such force she spun out into oncoming traffic. With the rush hour and the lack of free area to miss an out of control car, the McLaren was smashed to pieces after being hit at every angle and every speed.

The shredded mound of parts smacked the shoulder of the road, ending its violent rampage. Ann stayed quiet on the other side of the call, having heard Y/n’s screams and the dwindling of them as crunching metal continued on.

“Y/n?” She whispered into the speaker, but there was no answer.

—

“Oscar! That’s not the way you do it!” Lando screeched, looking at the phone screen and the comments popping up in outrage over the way Oscar was trying to mold his car.

The Australian just scrunched his nose at Lando, “I do things the way I want to!”

Raging laughter from Lando met the ears of everyone watching the stream just as Oscar’s clay car fell apart moments after he uttered his rebuttal.

His pale hands came up in defense, “How was I supposed to know?!”

Lando just continued laughing, “‘I do things the way I want to!’ Dumbass.”

Oscar scoffed and the words formed on his lips just as the door burst open. Adam stood at the threshold, eyes red and phone clutched to his ear as he stared at his son.

“Lando.” He said, his voice breaking.

Maybe it was the tone or the fact the syllables couldn’t quite leave his mouth because of the sobs emitting from him. Lando thought it had to have been the look on his father’s face, the pain etched into his eyes and his soul, that told me what he needed to know.

HIs face dropped, remnants of laughter completely destroyed by the suggestion of Adam’s sorrow. Lando grabbed the jacket off the back of his chair and in a haze, he muttered, “Is she dead?”

Part of him wished Adam would’ve given him a definite answer. Part of him thought the answer yes would’ve been better than the I don’t know he was given.

I don’t know meant Y/n was almost there. I don’t know meant Y/n was fighting for her life and what everyone knew her to be. He hated the idea she was fighting for the existence of her memory and the achievements he knew she was bound to make in the future.

When they left the room, running to the car outside and waiting for them, Lando hated the idea that Y/n was fighting for the future they had always wished to share together. Marriage, kids, settling down, and going gray with her was almost completely out of his reach and that dread prompted the vomit that spewed from his mouth into his backpack as they rode to the hospital.

—

Lando’s phone blew up so much, he had to shut it off, so the silence he was forced to endure in the chair of the hospital’s waiting room was brought about unwillingly.

At that point, his nails had been bitten so far down, he was bleeding. Blood only spurred the picture of Y/n dosed in it as she was lifted from his wrecked car.

The insurance company and McLaren had both agreed it was very clearly not Y/n’s fault and they would cover the cost of his beloved, customized McLaren.

Beloved.

He thought it had been funny when one of the McLaren engineers had said that to him, promising his “beloved” car back to its original state. Funny because “beloved” didn’t describe how he felt about that car. He loved that car. It was everything to him. He remembered getting the car, feeling as though his life had changed completely for the better with the presence of this beauty in his life. He cherished it, he took care of it, that car would always hold a piece of his heart.

Then he realized that the sentimental thoughts he was having surrounding the car was just an allegory for Y/n.

He loved Y/n. She was everything to him. He remembered meeting her, feeling as though his life had changed completely for the better with the presence of her beauty in his life. He cherished her, he took care of her, she would always hold a piece of his heart.

Losing her was not an option. It never would be.

Please, to anyone out there, do not take her from me, he pleaded out to the emptiness of the universe. An empty universe that was trying to take his happiness from him. A cruel universe that was trying to strip the world of her impact.

Please was the only word on his mind when the doctor appeared from behind the swinging doors that led to the operation rooms. A tired look on his face was warranted for the hours of work he had just put into trying to save Y/n’s life.

He stopped in front of Adam and Lando, his tall frame making them stand up. On wobbling legs, Lando began to cry.

”Please tell me she’s going to be okay. You have no idea who she is, what she has done. Please, Y/n has gone and could continue to go so far. This cannot be it for her. She has so much left to do. Please, tell me-”

“Lando,” The doctor interrupted, his hand on his shoulder as a comfort, “Her injuries were extensive, but she pulled through. The recovery will be long and painful, but there’s no permanent damage. She’s incredibly lucky and one of the strongest people I have ever helped.”

A loud sigh of relief left Lando’s mouth, his body slinking down into the chair behind him. He held his head in his hands, his fingers clasped together as he said a silent prayer to a God he thought he didn’t believe in.

Thank you, he gave over and over in his mind.

—

“Do you think I could see her now?” Lando caught up with the doctor’s steps as he seemed to be rushing to another room.

The man stopped, turned to Lando, and then cocked his head. He stared at him for a moment with the wheels turning in his head.

A curt nod and smile had Lando rushing off to the room number he had made the nurse repeat back to him so many times just so he could memorize it for when the time was right.

Now was his time.

Pulling open the door, he stopped himself. He prepared himself for the battered and bruised Y/n he was bound to see. Lando’s mind flooded with vivid videos of her laughing, sleeping on his chest, looking at him like he had single-handedly given her the world and more. He wanted to remind himself of that Y/n, not the one he was about to see. She would always be the same to him and he knew she would come back to him, but, for the time being, he knew he would have to rely on the memories of her where she was truly electrictrified with life.

He finally stepped through and the sight of her in whatever comatose state they had put her in made his teary eyes leak.

His body fell into the chair by her bed, his hand coming to clutch hers. Her skin was cold when he brought it to his cheek, but the red tint to her cheeks was still there.

Her lungs falling up and down grabbed his attention, “Baby,” He breathed, “I love you.”

Silence responded and he continued, “When you wake up, I promise you I will not continue to make the cowardly decision of chickening out of asking you to marry me. I know you know I have the ring. That night when I came home to you elbow deep in my sock drawer was a dead giveaway. I know you know it’s taking me so long to gain the courage and I thank you for being patient, but I cannot go another waking moment with the idea floating around in my head that there is a possibility you will never share my last name. I need you to be a Norris if it is the last thing I do.”

Her body stayed in its place and her hand stayed still in his clutch, but he knew she was in there. She needed her rest, just as the nurses had explained to him and he agreed. The bruises on her face, the casts surrounding her body, he didn’t want her to wake up to this.

—

And she wouldn’t have to. When she woke up weeks later, the bruises had healed, the cuts had become skin once more, and the casts had dwindled down to one. Lando was there too when her eyes squinted open and she groaned out. Groggy and confused, Y/n’s face turned to Lando’s. The two met each other’s eyes and the rest was expected. The rushed words of gratitude, love, and adoration accompanied by Lando’s repeated statements for her to marry her were all seemingly written in the stars. Cliche, maybe, but the way they held each other in the soft sunlight of her hospital room, the now fiancées happened upon the thought that whatever was meant to happen was going to happen.

And they were meant to happen.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Hi hi hi I just ran into you and NikPrice and it makes me!!! wild!!!

You mentioned your hc for Price and I was wondering if there’s a place to read it? The little snippets you’ve offered have made me curious

More wild for Nikprice! Woop!

So, my headcanon is pretty heavy. It's part of the long work I'm writing called 'Skin and Bones'. It's a working title, and it's about John working through the trauma of his internalised homophobia, and allowing himself to have something good in his life. Accepting the idea that his hands aren't so dirty, he's not so broken and irredeemable, that he doesn't deserve a shot at happiness.

A lot of the short fics I write are exercising specific headcanons or characterisations or responses to see if I like them, to see if they work, for the long fic.

I'm writing the scene at the moment where he drives Nik away, says some really fucking cruel things, because he's scared, and frustrated, and angry. And Nik's heart kinda shatters... It's hard to write, and I'm getting through it because I know what the ending is.

The first few chapters are time jumps, and then there's meeting and getting to know Nikolai, falling in love with him, and then shoving that shit right down because Price isn't allowed it.

Anyway, uh... The start of the fic? To be honest, I might end up separating the early parts into its own prequel if it gets long enough. Smashing out 100k novellas on shit I'm obsessed with appears to be a pattern, and I put way, way too much of myself into these things but here we go.

cw: homophobia, evidence of physical abuse of a child, conversation about religion-based conversion therapy.

Liverpool, UK, 9th July 1999, 1800hrs

John watched the water droplets as they fell from his hair onto his school trousers, his face never lifting as voices rose and fell around him. Drip, drip. The dark spots that spread through the grey polyester on his lap formed an irregular pattern that he traced as his mind whirred mutely, numb.

“It's a sickness of the mind, it can be cured,” the vicar said, his hands clutching a brimmed mug of tea that read ‘No 1 Mum’ in a six year olds wonky handwriting. John’s little sister, the artist of the piece, played happily with her Barbie dolls in the corner of the room. She was none the wiser as to what had happened upstairs less than an hour before in her leftover bath water. John was glad. It was better that way.

“What…” John's mother started, but hesitated, like she was making sure she really wanted what she was asking for next, “what do we need to do?” She couldn't take her eyes off John. She hadn't since he'd entered the room, like she was worried he might mince off to find that boy again should her attention waver. In the car on the drive home, she had been hysterical, her hands white knuckled on the steering wheel - “ungrateful boy, all we’ve done for you, how could you do this to us? What will your gran say? Oh, her poor heart, you just wait til your father gets home” - each word like a knife through his chest. Her voice shook in the place of her hands now, which were tightly clasped in her lap. John wasn't sure what was worse; her look, or his father’s disregard.

David Price hadn't looked at him once since the bathroom. Not even a glance. John didn't need to see his face to know what he was thinking though. He had felt that just fine in the hand that had fisted his hair as it had pushed his head under the water and then the second that had backhanded him so hard across the jaw his vision had spun. His father had never hit him before. Maybe a slipper and a clip round the ear’ole when he was younger. But not like that. John knew even then that it had knocked something loose in him, that he would never be the same.

David stared through the net curtains into the street outside, his shoulders squared, his back as straight as if he stood on a parade square. He had invalided out, but there were some habits that never left. His back stood as a barricade between himself and the disappointment of a son hunched on the sofa behind him.

Drip, drip.

“School finishes in two weeks. There are programmes… youth camps that John can attend to help him… heal.” The vicar sipped his tea with a loud slurp. Milk, three sugars. John had made it for him. He sounded strange, John thought. He wasn't from Liverpool, but somewhere down south. Way south. Like Kent maybe. He was too proper. That's probably why his parents had called him in. Posh people, people with money and education, they knew things, had connections. They could fix John.

John felt insignificantly small and he gathered his hands into his lap. He was broken and the posh vicar would fix him for his parents.

A camp didn't sound so bad; it would be like the cadet camps he went on. Mud, climbing, running, stories around the campfire and whispered conversations in sleeping bags while the NCOs supervising them had a beer. John could do that if it made his family happy. He could make this right.

The drips were slowing down.

“These camps,” his father didn't look away from the window as he spoke in a slow, deliberate way, “they’ll be disciplined, strict? None of this… namby-pamby shit.”

John’s mother frowned. “David! Language.”

“They're highly ordered. Every hour of the day is occupied with activities. I assure you. It's not a quick fix though. It may take years, regular visits with a therapist, to rid John of this addiction. There is an expense, of course…”

'We head to Springfield now here on BBC2 as Homer tries his hand at some vigilante justice.' John looked up at the TV and watched the stylised number two flicker and bounce, before it cut to the intro sequence. It sounded distant, like he was listening through a wall and trying to catch the words. His sister dumped her dolls and grabbed her juice box. “Bart!”

“Doesn't matter,” David said, finally leaving the window. Every muscle in John’s wiry, fourteen year old frame seized. The world came flooding back in and then narrowed in on the huge, rough hand that grabbed his chin. “No son o’ mine’ll end up a fag. We’ll get you fixed up, Johno. No cost spared. Whatever this is, wherever this has come from, we’ll get it gone. Even if I ‘ave t’ beat it out of you meself.”

“Yessir,” John replied, his voice small and strangled in the back of his throat. His chest felt tight, his eyes prickled. He knew if he cried his father would be disgusted, and so he swallowed the tears. He could fix this. He would fix this. He could be better: the best. Whatever it took.

[pikakaistudios]

!!DP prompt!!

Wheel of fear

There are more and more missing people in Amity Park. Danny wanting to figure out what's going on tries to ask some of his frienemies in the Ghost Zone. He first goes to Ember (which was a very good idea). The singer looked traumatized and as soon as she saw Phantom she deeply apologized for hurting his friends earlier. Phantom suprised by the sudden outburst of guilt asks her what happened.

"I-I was just in the middle of preparing for my n-next concert. Suddenly e-everything just went black. *sight* Then I heard a crowd clapping and cheering. But there was no crowd... Next thing I saw was this ghost dressed in a ringmaster outfit. He then started saying a welcome speech like you see in the TV shows. The lights lit up a big wheel of fortune. The ghost then addressed to me as I was the one to spin the wheel and win a price. I was pretty angry at the guy at first because my concert was to start in 30 minutes since he took me in that place, but I decided that a little break for me wouldn't be that bad. But then, right before I spun it... The images appeared. The images that showed me what can I win. They were horrific but I couldn't see much of them since I spun the wheel. It... it stopped on an image showing a curled up person with fingers pointing at them. Then I got transported to a different place. There- There was... There was mom, dad, my friends from school I- He-"

"Deep breaths Ember, you are doing great"

"He made me remember...That bastard! He made me remember all the moments I regret from my past live! He reversed the roles and made me the victim of my mistakes! I just want to be left alone! I want to stop remembering all of it!"

Ember looks up to Phantom full of tears and says:

"He will come for you too. Even you have flaws. He will make them stay in your mind forever"

[captain-mj]

You know that post where its like the hitch hiker and the driver are like "what are the odds of both of us being serial killers?"

Serial Killer Price as the driver, and Serial Killer Graves as the hitch hiker

I loved that post so much! Content warning, they're serial killers and joke about some nasty stuff. Just be prepared for that.

Price spun the knife around in his hands. He had a body in his trunk currently, but when he saw him on the side of the road, he knew he had to have him too.

Blond. Average height. Pretty in the face. He had his thumb out, clearly looking for a ride.

Price slowed to stop. "Where do you need to go?"

"Just a few miles down the road, sir." He grinned. Nice accent too. American. Vaguely southern.

"Your name?"

"Phillip Graves. Usually go by Graves."

"John Price. Get in."

Graves got into the passenger's side. He buckled himself in and smiled at him. Something felt so innocent about him.

Price wanted to carve him up. Maybe he'd take his time with him. Really drag it out. Graves seemed like the type to whimper.

They started driving. The radio was still on, playing soft music. Classical Rock since it was one of the few stations that worked at the moment.

Graves hummed along to it, letting his hand out the window. He followed the currents of air going by and stared forward.

"You hitchhike often?"

"Yeah. I needed to escape where I was and now I'm here. Hundreds of miles away." Graves eyes flicked over the truck. "You smoke?"

"Occasionally." Price noticed the cigars still in the cupholder. "You're observant." Not observant enough. He might've noticed the slight dent in the dashboard from where he had smashed the man's head in or the blood on his watch.

Graves leaned down and picked up a tooth. "Have kids?"

"No. Two nephews. They'll be happy to finally get that tooth fairy money." Price smiled.

Graves dropped the tooth in the cup holder next to the cigars. "You don't smell like a smoker. Smell nice. What cologne do you use?"

Price shrugged. "Some weird stuff one of my friends gave me. Can't remember the name." His hand would fit perfectly around Graves's throat. He could already imagine the way his face would twist when he slit his throat and let the blood drip down his hands.

"Why did you pick me up?" Graves stretched out.

"Good Samaritan I suppose. Trying to get my good deeds in."

"Think yours will cancel out the bad?"

For a brief moment, Price felt actual panic. But when he glanced at Graves, lost deep in thought, he realized it was existential question, probably to ease his own soul rather than Price's, and not an accusation.

"I doubt it. You seem kind though. I'm sure yours do... Why did you get in the car with me?"

"Needed a ride obviously." Graves grinned cheekily.

"How did you know I wasn't a serial killer? Not afraid of those?"

"Nah." A click of a gun and metal pressed against Price's temple. "Thought of two serial killers in a car just didn't seem likely. Pull over."

Price laughed. "Know the odds?"

"Heard once there's 20-50 active serial killers in the US." Graves continued to be conversational. "Now pull over. Promise to make it quick for ya."

"No, you won't. I know you won't, because I wasn't going to give that to you." Price moved slowly but he pulled the still bloody knife out of the door and dropped it next to the tooth and cigars. "Not my nephews. Tooth belongs to the body in my trunk right now." He grinned at Graves.

Graves stared back before grinning. The gun moved. Still ready to fire, just in case, but he was clearly calmer. "What were you going to do?"

"To you?"

"Yeah. To me."

Price thrummed his fingers against the wheel. "Was going to go slow for ya."

"A gentleman." Graves quipped.

Price laughed a little before nodding. "Tie you up tight. Cut you up nice and slow. Feel your blood in my hands."

"Where?"

"Normally I'd do it in the woods or back of my car."

"Normally?"

"I would've taken you to a motel. Cut your vocal cords until you couldn't scream and then slice you up. Bleed you dry."

"Would you fuck me before or after?" Graves purred.

Price hummed. "Never actually done that. Probably before. Wouldn't want you to get cold." He glanced at him. "And what were you going to do to me?"

"Debating. I was either going to set you on fire." Price's stomach dropped.

"Not a fan. Other option?"

Graves laughed. "Beat you to death. You're bigger so I would've probably cut your Achilles first."

"Not a fan of fair fights?"

"I want to inflict pain. Making someone fight when they can barely walk is fun."

Price took a deep breath. "I never thought I'd say this but... you wanna partner up?"

"Only if we can make out afterwards."

"Fuck yeah."

[elina-sakura]

Danganronpa x Rain Code

Another spin the wheel concept, but this time it’s the classic Danganronpa spin, so it’s time to put these characters into despair! Spoilers for Rain Code, just in case, and triggers.

Protagonist: Seth Burroughs

Support: Pucci Lavmin

Antagonist: Halara Nightmare

Chapter 1

Victim: Yuma Kokohead

Blackened: Martina Electro

Chapter 2

Victim: Zilch Alexander

Blackened: Vivia Twilight

Chapter 3

Victim 1: Melami Goldmine

Victim 2: Pucci Lavmin

Blackened: Zange Eraser

New Support: Halara Nightmare

New Antagonist: Aphex Logan

Chapter 4

Victim: Desuhiko Thunderbolt

Blackened: Fubuki Clockford

Chapter 5

Victim/Blackened: Yakou Furio

Mastermind + Traitor Reveal

Traitor(s): Zilch Alexander, Zange Eraser, Yakou Furio

Mastermind: Kurumi Wendy

Survivors

Seth Burroughs

Halara Nightmare

Aphex Logan

Yomi Hellsmile

Makoto Kagutsuchi

Ramble Notes

Why does Yuma keep dying so early in these spin the wheel?😭

Originally, I spun again to get another traitor, which turned out to be Zange Eraser, but then, as you see, he ended up as Chapter 3’s Blackened so I’m not sure if I should count him as a traitor or not. Then I decided to spin the wheel again for another traitor, and I get Yakou Furio. Actually fitting

Okay, when I spun for Chapter 4’s victim and blackened, the victim landed on Desuhiko and I saw Fubuki was next to him and thought to myself ‘would it be neat for Fubuki to be the Blackened?’ And the wheel heard me.

Then of course, when I spun for Chapter 5’s victim, it landed on Yakou, and again I thought, ‘ooh, imagine if he killed himself,’ and again, the wheel answers my wish.

Not gonna lie, the mastermind was a completely surprise👀🫤🤨 Though not as surprise as Yomi somehow surviving the entire game🤣

I am happy with the cast of survivors though. Feels representative of a (reformed) Peacekeeper, the sole survivor from the NDA, a sole survivor of the train gang, the CEO himself, and an irredeemable Director to all survive the killing game.

To ramble about lore ideas I came up, I do like Seth is the protagonist since he is morally complex and has the most chance of a redemption arc. Like the detectives would be wary of him, and his only actual allies would be completely deranged psychopaths. Until he bonds with Pucci, another quiet member within the group, who I definitely see the two bonding. And Halara would be suspicious and antagonistic towards Seth since he would try to be a detective of sorts (and a right one this time). Feeling completely isolated except for Pucci (and maybe Vivia as well since he’s also a quiet person Seth would probably get along with).

Same goes for Halara’s and Aphex’s roles. Halara would probably overtime grow to tolerate and even respect Seth as he makes efforts to grow, to the point when Seth loses Pucci, they decide to help them (with a price, of course). While Aphex, having lost the train gang, who I imagine would have become his own friend group, and losing all of them sends him down a dark path he will have to come out of it at some point.

[viciousewe]

Hmmmm

I'm getting a spinning wheel sized tax return this year so obviously.....I want a spinning wheel. But I have a lot of options, I've never spun on a treadle wheel, and have some chronic pain in my knees and back so I need advice.

My top choices are:

Ashford e-spinner 3: (my top pick currently)

Pros: Ive developed the habit of spinning lying down and this is the best way to continue that. It's small and I will easily find space in my already yarn stuffed bedroom.

Cons: expensive.....there goes most of the return...I've always wanted a treadle wheel so I'll still probably get wheel envy....

Ashford kiwi:

Pros: cheap. At the price of one kiwi I could use the rest of my return to get......another kiwi? (Or save it I guess)

Cons: it’s not….that aesthetically pleasing. I know that doesn’t mean much and I would finish it myself in a pretty color but still. I don’t see a lot of people with one so that makes me nervous. I can’t spin in bed and I would be limited to 15-30min sessions between breaks which kind fucks w the flow of spinning. Also where am I putting this thing

???: if it comes unfinished I am finishing it myself but that means I’ll have to do the walk of shame into my old job at the Lowe’s AND go to the section where I used to work idk if I could handle that. The small hardware store down the street probably doesn’t have the pretty blue gray finish I would want thoooo

Kromski ministrel:

Pros: oh my god this has been my dream wheel for the whole 15 years I’ve been spinning. It’s pretty….and the walnut stain?

Cons: expensive……also the same as the kiwi in terms of needing breaks and taking up space.

???: I kinda do wanna finish it my self and I could get a pretty dark stain at the local hardware store….

Book Charkha:

Pros: the cheapest by far. Easy to store. I bet I could work out a way to spin lying down with this thing.

Cons: it’s strongly associated with Ghandi which as a non Hindu Indian makes me feel some kind of way.

???: honestly could save up for this easily so I’d rather spend my tax money on something I can’t normally save for

If anyone has experience w any of these (or with both e spinners and treadle wheels or thought of smth I didn’t) please chime in. Right now I’m leaning toward the espinner due to the agonies but I also hear that treadling is mostly in the hips and my knees aren’t that bad so it’s mostly my back that’s the problem.

[bone-evidence]

4 and 8 for the writing asks !

4. What is your favourite line you wrote this year?

Oh my god that's such a hard question, holy shit- Here, I'll give you a bunch since I can't pick, and since I already did question 8! With some sneak peeks to things I haven't posted yet >:D

To Cure What Ails:

Gilbert breathed in those words, let them fill him with church bells and a sobbed-out eulogy, and then breathed them out until there was nothing left in him. Just an empty shell, trembling in the cold arms of a ghost.

You Brought Me Your Illness, I Brought You My Love:

“You… you didn’t have to do that, you know.” Tolys whispered, much softer than he had before. He could whine and moan and protest himself being taken care of no problem, but to know that his dog was thought of as well… He’d try to deny it later, but in the moment, a much sweeter warmth filled his heart. “Thank you.”

Gilbert was grateful that his mask obscured half his face, because he couldn’t stop the soft smile that crossed his lips if he tried. 

My Reason:

Matthew stood up straight and looked for a price tag. When he found it, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Damaged goods. You and me both, eh?” He spoke softly to the bear. A gentle smile settled on his face as he tucked the stuffy under his arm and moved on. The books in the next aisle were calling his name. 

Witch in the Woods:

By the time Madeline finally passed out, she had completely filled two pages in her sketchbook with her muses. One page was a mix of the wolf and the fae, a recreation of the beautiful fairy dance that had lifted her spirits so. The other page was filled entirely with sketches of the wolf. Every facial expression she’d seen from him was documented, along with a guess as to what the front of him looked like as he scared away the villagers. 

That page bore the label ‘Mr. Wolf’. But in the morning, she would find the words crossed out, with a name scrawled underneath in messy writing:

Gilbert. 

Grandaddy Purple:

“I’m giving you a choice. Hypothetically, ignoring everything you’ve ever been told, what would you want?”

Gilbert moved a little, enough that he could hear his lover’s steady heartbeat and feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Crimson eyes slid closed as he murmured his answer. “I… I think I would want to go to heaven. I always did like the sound of a house saved for me up there. Do you think God charges much for rent?"

Concerning Prussians:

 Prussia nodded, and the soft smile he received in return found itself a loving home in his long memory.

Shatter Me:

Gilbert ran a calloused hand through his choppy white hair and took a deep breath. Folklore and rumours were what would keep him safe and hidden, as much as their memory ran his blood cold.

Sweeter Than Wine:

Unfortunately for Tolys, he discovered what happens when one tries to laugh and drink at the same time. He managed to turn to the side just in time to not splatter Lovino with the wine that burned his nose. When he sat back up, slightly cross-eyed and sniffling a little, he saw his dear dinner partner trying so hard to stifle his giggles. Their eyes met, and it was all over for both of them. Their shrieking, boisterous laughter echoed across the Italian countryside, joining the song of the seagulls that wheeled overhead. 

That Special Feeling:

The pair erupted into a whooping chorus of cheering in both German and English, of love confessions and promises all shouted louder than the music had ever been playing. Gilbert stood, with Arthur securely in his arms, and spun them around until they were laughing like schoolchildren and dizzy enough to fall right into the pool of leaves. 

Oceandeep:

Arthur couldn’t help himself if he tried. He reached a hand out, slowly so as not to scare the beauty before him, and gently grazed the sharp edge of his jawline with the back of his fingers. He was rewarded with a lightning-fast snap of those deadly jaws that made him yelp in surprise. The mershark’s laughter accompanied the furious beating of Arthur’s heart, and though he was decently sure he’d been nicked, he simply rolled his eyes.

“You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”

A toothy smirk broke on the mershark’s face. “Pray that I make it quick.”

Annnd that's something from almost everything I wrote this year lmao! Oceandeep, Shatter Me, Witch in the Woods and To Cure What Ails will hopefully be coming out in the new year!

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Fender Bender

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett Locke tapped his boot against the concrete floor of the repair shop impatiently and caught himself just before he looked out the window of the office door yet again. No, it wasn't going to make the owner of the now pristine Volvo show up any faster. The car's leaky transmission lines had been replaced nearly three hours ago and it had been ready to go for almost two. His boss, Peter Thompson, had called the owner and was told they would be 'right over'. When Emmett had offered to stay, he'd planned on being out of here an hour ago. Did Volvo owners have their own definition of 'right over'? To him, it meant fifteen minutes, half an hour tops. Anything longer than that required a time frame, an estimated time of arrival.

Why hadn't they said they'd be over at six p.m? Well, now it was closer to seven p.m. Not that he really had anything planned tonight, his frozen pizza would be waiting whenever he got home but it was the principal. Just how long did he have to wait before he wouldn't feel guilty about telling Peter tomorrow that the customer had been a no-show? Finally, after Emmett had decided to wait until 7:30 and was sitting in one of the waiting room chairs with his feet propped up on the other one, a car pulled up to the shop. He jumped up, pushed the button to close the bay door and strode out, heading for the passenger door of yet another Volvo.

"Sorry we're late," a woman cooed, getting out of the passenger side. He had to force himself to keep a polite look on his face.

"No problem. It's all set, here are your keys."

He was really glad at that moment that Peter had modernized things a bit when he bought the shop three months ago. Everything was paid for so he didn't have to deal with taking the time to run her credit card. All he had to do now was set the alarm system and then lock the front door behind him. Thursdays weren't supposed to be quite this hard but he was finally free. Not only that, he had tomorrow off since he was working this Saturday. Maybe he'd head over to the alley and grab a slice and a beer there. He sent a quick text to Andy to make sure he was working and could comp his food, then slid into his car. He headed for route forty, music blaring and windows down. It wasn't usually this warm at night yet but he wasn't complaining.

He had to put his hair back during a stop light because it was blowing in his face but that was a small price to pay for some fresh air. Glancing up to see that it was green, he hit the gas just as another car turned, running the red light. He slammed on the brakes but it was too late as their fenders crunched and his body jolted forwards. Emmett slammed his palm on the steering wheel, cursing under his breath. The other driver managed to pull forward and onto the shoulder so he spun around and pulled in behind. He got out of the car and stormed up to the driver's side, hoping no one was hurt. He was still six feet away when the door of the Mercedes roadster opened up and a man stepped out, turning towards Emmett.

"What the hell is WRONG with you?" he bellowed, reaching back into the car for a tissue to wipe the blood that was dripping from his nose.

It only took a quick glance for Emmett to realize that the Mercedes' air-bag had gone off.

"Are you okay?" he asked, more concerned than bothered by the screaming.

"Do I look okay?"

Considering that the young man had just gotten hit by an air-bag, he was going to look worse later. It probably wouldn't help to mention that though. There was something weird going on with his eye but Emmett wasn't sure he should ask. Why was he blinking so much?

"I don't think either of us needs an ambulance."

"Just give me your insurance information."

Emmett was dumbfounded.

"And why would I do that? You ran the red light. Look, I'm happy to drive away from here and forget this ever happened."

Car repairs he could do, a higher insurance payment would be much harder to manage.

"I did not. It was orange. Okay, I'll give you that but hello... everyone turns late there. Why weren't you paying attention?"

Okay, now Emmett was mad... this was not his fault.

"I did paid attention to the light, punk. That's how it works."

The look on the young man's face was priceless.

"Punk? Did you just call me a punk? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror recently?"

Yes, yes he had.

Okay, his hair was much longer than it had ever been in his entire life and maybe his beard could use a little trim but he didn't look like a punk.

"I thought it was more surfer chic."

Of course, the young man in front of him looked even less like a punk than he did. He had on a button-down shirt and dress slacks. Topping it all off was a perfectly business-friendly short hair cut and clean shave. His fringe that looked like it might be long was slicked back with hair product.

"Okay, what's with the eye?"

"I lost a contact when you HIT me," he emphasized.

"Damn my nose hurts."

"It will. Airbags are much more trouble than they're worth in fender benders. Sorry, maybe you shouldn't drive such a fancy car."

Mr. Fancy whipped a business card out of his wallet and passed it to Emmett.

"Jealous, Mr...?"

"Locke. Emmett Locke."

He glanced at the card.

"Nice to meet you Mr Finnegan Walker. Now, can we get this handled before the cops show up? Look, it was your fault but I'll fix your car. Just drive it over to 'Wrecked'. It's on Wilkens Road, right after the P.A. Hospital."

"Um, how about no? This is what insurance is for. I'm not leaving my car, God only knows where. I'll probably never see it again. Do I look stupid to you?"

Not for a second during their entire conversation had Emmett thought that Finnegan Walker looked anything like stupid. Some what cute, yes... especially with that dimple in his chin.

"Look, I work there. I'll get it fixed tomorrow and you can come pick it up. Can I call you at this number?"

Finnegan took a deep breath, trying to decide whether or not to believe him. At least being a mechanic explained what he was wearing. He'd never heard of the body shop but he hadn't been in Baltimore all that long either. The thing that worried him was the fact that this brute of a man didn't want to call their insurance companies. Red flags went up in Finnegan's mind.

Still, he seemed trustworthy enough and Finnegan considered himself a good judge of character. More importantly, he wanted this finished. He wanted to be home and relaxing before he was up at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow morning to try to finish out his week on a high note. Slim chance but a worthy goal. A police cruiser pulled up, lights flashing. The officer got out and walked over.

"Anyone hurt?"

Finnegan knew he was lucky to not be hurt worse but it seemed like a silly question when he had blood dripping down his face and onto his shirt.

"Just peachy, officer, thanks."

"Good," he answered, giving Finnegan an evil eye.

"Either of you want a tow truck?"

"We don't need them but thanks," Emmett answered, knowing what that would cost him. He turned towards Finnegan.

"Want to follow me to 'Wrecked' and I'll give you a ride home?"

He'd taken a second to look over his car and it was nothing a bungee cord wouldn't fix until he had time to handle it.

"Um, no. I'll get an Uber. And yes... I'll need a tow, officer."

They both looked at him as if he was joking.

"I can't drive with one eye contact in."

The officer mumbled something into the walkie talkie on his shoulder and then headed back for the cruiser. Emmett knew it was out of his hands and hadn't gone well. He reached into his glove box and pulled out a pen, finding a receipt in his pants pocket. He jotted down his name, cell-phone number and the name of his insurance company and handed it to Finnegan.

"I'm gonna talk to the officer and head out. Here you go."

Finnegan gave his version of events to the cop and then waited another twenty minutes for the tow truck. When the driver asked if the closest shop was okay, he surprised himself by saying...

"Take it to 'Wrecked' on Wilkens Road, I think?"

"Past the P.A. Hospital, right?  I know it. It used to be Dave's place. Will do."

[jacksonroseroth]

~The Price~Chapter 6~

Moodboard done by @badwolf-in-the-impala, none of the pictures are mine.

~

Taddie finished packing her things, then moved on to Juniper’s, Thatcher waiting by the door with her suitcase, watching her run around. Juniper ran with her, as Taddie carried all her toys and treats, Rowdy soon joining as he thought it was a game. More than once Taddie nearly tripped over him and Thatcher was quick to rush to her and catch her before she toppled over. Ash watched everything from her doorway, raising her brow and studying Thatcher each time he bolted forward to grab Taddie. He always made sure she was okay before he let her go, but once he did, he went back to the door to watch her and wait.

While Ash still didn’t trust that her friend was making the right choice, let alone trust Thatcher in general, she helped carry Juniper out to the car as Thatcher took both of Taddie’s suitcases to the trunk. Taddie stashed Juniper’s bag and carrier in the back before Ash helped her put the harness on Juniper before she unleashed the small beast into the car. Once she had everything, Taddie turned to Ash with a sad smile, Ash having a hard, yet sad expression with her arms crossed. She gave her friend a look then pulled Ash into a tight hug, both women letting out soft whines and sniffles as they said their goodbyes.

They knew it wasn’t a real goodbye, Taddie wasn’t moving moving out, but with the other being all they had to keep them sane, they both knew this was going to be a lot harder than they thought, at least to let each other go. Thatcher stood back and watched the pair embrace and not let go, then he drew his brows together, suddenly feeling guilty and questioning if this was even right, let alone the right thing to do. But Taddie soon broke the embrace and promised she would be at work the next day, making Thatcher swear he wouldn’t pull any stunts to keep her from her shift. Ash stepped back and watched Thatcher open the door for Taddie, helping her in, then closing the door before he went around the car to get in himself. 

Juniper jumped to the front seat and into Taddie’s lap, pressing her front paws to the window as Thatcher backed out. Ash gave a small wave and a smile, Taddie returning it and feeling her eyes sting with tears as they drove away. She watched the house disappear in the side view mirror, then pressed her face into Juniper’s fur, trying to stifle her sniffle with a kiss to her belly, then sat back with a soft sigh. Thatcher glanced over at her, shifting his hands on the wheel to reach a hand over to slide it across her thigh. Slowly, she slid her hand over his and gripped it, but she didn’t look at him. He furrowed his brows as he stole another glance at her, beginning to worry he had forced her into this.

~

Thatcher pushed the door open and let Taddie walk in with Juniper. She let the cat jump down, still on her leash. Taddie waited until Thatcher had closed the door before she bent down and unhooked the leash from the harness and said, “Go on, Juni.”

Juniper sniffed at the floor as her eyes darted around, then she ran to the chairs, jumping onto one, then the other before she jumped to the mahogany table then tore across the apartment.

“Juniper!” Taddie cried, starting to run after her, worried. Thatcher caught her hand and spun her back to him, making her squeak then gasp and press her hands to his chest. She stared up at him then let out a quick, light laugh before she bit her lip. “I-I don’t want her to break anything…”

“There’s a lot of open space, kitten. The only thing I’m worried about is her falling into the pool…Might have to invest in a gate or a solid cover or something, though.” Thatcher said, sliding his fingers along her jaw as he tilted her chin back. She began to smile at him, then stopped as she saw his features were etched with concern as his eyes roamed over her face. As she opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, he asked first as he said, “Do you want to be here, Taddie? Here. With me. Doing all of this.”

“I-I--Yes. I s-I said yes yesterday. Thatcher, what-?” Taddie started.

“You didn’t want to leave Ashlen. You didn’t want to leave your home-”

“It wasn’t my home…”

Thatcher raised his brows, surprised, and Taddie snapped her mouth shut as her brows drew together, tightly. He cupped her cheek, lightly, and ducked down to press a soft kiss to her lips. She kissed him back, curling her fingers around the edges of his jacket as she clung to him. She let out a soft sniffle as he broke the kiss and said, “Taddie, I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me you want to do this. That you don’t feel forced-Like I’m taking you prisoner.”

“No. Thatcher--It-Yes, it-it’s weird, it doesn’t sound right when I say it out loud…But th-this…What you’re offering me, Thatcher--My painting is my passion, I couldn’t turn this down. Odd and sketchy as it might seem, I…” Taddie stopped, her breath catching in her throat as she stared up at him. He took a deep, slow breath and pushed his hand from her cheek into her hair. Taking a deep breath of her own, she said, “I trust you. You-You’ve shown me you’re not-you’re not trying to like…Take advantage of me. You didn’t need to offer Ash that for me. She would have come around--You didn’t need to do that…And you did. It-That-It-It kind of felt…Good. You were trying to make this as easy as possible for me…And I trust you because of that. Thank you, Thatcher.”

“You’re welcome, Taddie.” He whispered back before easing his lips onto hers again in a deeper kiss, wrapping his arm around her waist and pinning her against him. She pushed her hands up his chest with a soft sigh as she kissed him back, gripping his shoulders lightly.

Somewhere in the apartment, glass met the black tile that lined the entire space and made them break apart quickly as Thatcher said, “Of course, I do have heirlooms that I’d prefer to remain that way?”

“I’m so sorry-Juniper!” Taddie called, breaking away from him and hurrying to find her demon child as Thatcher followed at a slower pace, his hand lifting to press a button among a line of them on the wall as he passed. He followed the sound of Taddie’s voice until he rounded the corner, into his office, where Taddie quickly scooped Juniper up off the floor as she had begun creeping toward the mess that she’d made. “Bad kitty cat. This isn’t our home, we can’t just push things over, Juni--Thatcher, I’m so sorry. It-It was just a clear glass vase?”

“That’s okay. I think it was like $10, just decoration. Is Juniper okay? Did she get cut?” Thatcher asked as he went to them, gently taking one of Juniper’s paws in his fingers, rubbing the pad of his to hers, lightly. Taddie shook her head and shifted her in her arms.

“No, she’s fine. I’m-I’m sorry…Maybe I should take her back and leave her with Ash. I’m sorry--”

“I told you to bring her. I knew what I was doing when I said it. Juniper can stay, I just need to get a few things and hide a few others.” Thatcher said with a soft chuckle. Taddie nodded and let out a soft sigh, looking up at him with a small smile.

“Is everything alright, Mr. Price?” A female voice came, making Taddie jump as Thatcher turned, waving an older woman in. She had graying brown hair and was dressed as a maid, carrying a broom and dustpan.

“Everything is fine, Lucette. Just an accident. By the way, Taddie, this is Lucette Cassini. She’s been my housekeeper and cook for-What is it, now, Cette? 8 years?” Thatcher asked as Lucette shooed them away from the broken glass as she began to sweep it up. He chuckled and tugged Taddie along with him as he backed up, sliding an arm around her waist and keeping her close.

“Oui, Monsieur. 9 next March, Mr. Price.” Lucette said with a soft giggle, glancing over at them, then doing a double take and eyeing Taddie as she swept. She let out a quick slew of Swedish, though her French accent came through, and Thatcher responded. Taddie looked up at him, her eyes a little wider and her brows raised in surprise and arousal. She knew he was a Swede, but she’d constantly forgotten that he spoke the language. Hearing him speak so quickly and effortlessly honestly turned her on and a series of thoughts flew through her mind.

“Lucette--This is the new lady of the house. Taddie Prior.” Thatcher said, arching a brow at the woman before looking down at Taddie with an almost prideful smile. She felt her cheeks heat and her smile grew as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Oui, bien sur-It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady.” Lucette said, turning to her and dipping into a curtsy. Taddie winced and shook her head, shifting awkwardly as she started, “Oh, n-no, please--”

“You need to get used to it, kitten. You’re my girl now. This is how you’ll be treated.” Thatcher whispered into her curls, giving her hip a tight squeeze to stop her. Taddie snapped her mouth shut, giving Lucette a sweet, polite smile and bowed her head at her, lightly, as she said, “Th-Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

After another exchange of Swedish, Lucette said, “-Oui--Well, Madame, I will provide a list of dishes I serve Mr. Price. If you have allergies or wish another dish, please let me know so I may prepare properly. Laundry is done on Thursdays and Saturdays on alternating weeks. If you have anything that needs dry cleaning, I’ll leave bags for them.”

Taddie blinked as the old woman swept up the glass and spoke so quickly at the same time. She tried to find her words and stammered out, “I-I, um, I, uh-Y-Yes-Yes…ma’am? I don’t--”

Thatcher chuckled and kissed her cheek before he said, “Thank you, Lucette. We’re going to unpack and change, then go for breakfast. We won’t be back until after lunch. Have the morning to yourself.”

“Merci, ma puce.” Lucette said, giving him a grateful smile and dipping into a quick curtsy before she walked out, going to the trash can to dump the broken shards. Taddie let out a sigh, then turned to him with a half awkward chuckle and her brows lightly drawn together.

“I don’t think she likes me very much. Your housekeeper has grown attached to you. Should I be worried?” She teased, shifting Juniper in her arms as she got antsy, then climbed onto her shoulder. Thatcher chuckled, giving Juniper a quick scratch before he looked down at Taddie and said, “Maybe--She’s my housekeeper now, but she helped raise me and my brothers since we were in Sweden--Ma puce. It-It means…My flea. We were always her ‘little fleas’ because we were always jumping around and clinging to her when we were babies.”

Thatcher chuckled, embarrassed, and Taddie bit back a teasing smirk as she saw his cheek turn pink for a moment. With a soft giggle, Taddie slid her hands over his chest as she said, “I think it’s cute. So, she was your nanny? Did she teach you French?”

Taddie tried to keep the interest from her voice as best she could, but Thatcher still heard it and quirked an eyebrow at her before he said, “Est-ce quelque chose qui te passionne, chaton?--Why did you sound so excited when you said that?”

“Not excited…Not not excited. Though that answers my question, thank you.” She cooed at him. Pushing her hands over his shoulders, she threaded her fingers through the hair he left down from putting the other half up in a bun. Since the first time she saw him, she’d never seen any other hairstyle on him and part of her ached to see all of it down. As Thatcher tugged her closer, Juniper jumped from Taddie’s shoulder to a file cabinet and Taddie said, “Why don’t you ever wear your hair down? Even when you sleep?”

“Do you want to see it down more often?” He asked. She gave a shrug and said, “I’d like to see it…If this is how you like to wear it-”

“It’s easier than fighting my Father to cut it like he made Tristan and Theo…But having short hair doesn’t really work well when I headbang with the band.” Thatcher said with a chuckle. Taddie let her head tilt back with a soft chuckle before she said, “That’s right. The big, bad, black sheep of the family is in a big, bad metal band…What’s the name of this band, anyway?”

“Omens of Wrath. We can listen to a few songs on the way to breakfast if you want? We only have one album out so far, but we’re working on another.” He said, sliding his hands to her hips and shifting back. She pulled her hands to his chest and she nodded.

“We can, iiiff…You tell me where we’re going for breakfast?” She countered with a smirk. Thatcher rolled his eyes and tsk’d at her.

“You just refuse to let me surprise you. We can listen to them another time.” Thatcher said with a smirk, stepping back from her and taking her hand to lead her out of the office. Taddie chuckled and followed him, closely, gripping his hand in both of hers. He led her back to the front door to grab her bags, then brought her to the bedroom space. As she hoisted one of her bags onto his bed, Thatcher went around it and passed his closet, going to a second door and slid it open. Taddie’s mouth dropped when she saw an empty closet space and he turned to her, saying, “Go ahead and unpack. I have to make one more call, then we’ll go.”

“You didn’t need to make me a whole ass closet. I can live out of-“

“Absolutely not, Taddie. You’re my girl, you’re going to have your own space…And I didn’t make anything. Just did a little spring cleaning and got rid of a few old suits and jackets, some pants and shirts-Unpack, kitten.” Thatcher said, giving her a smirk as he moved around the bed and headed toward his office again. Taddie gave him a playfully reprimanding look as he walked across the floor then let out a soft giggle and turned to the closet in the wall, pushing her suitcase across the bed before rounding it.

Taddie quickly put her bras and panties into a drawer first, casting a glance over her shoulder to make sure he wasn’t watching, then continued on, unfolding what needed hanging and sticking hangers in them. She made quick work of both suitcases then put the smaller into the larger, zipping it up. She chewed her lip and glanced around, unsure of what to do now, then hearing Juniper’s bell, she smiled and went to grab Juniper’s bag and litter box. She looked around, unsure of where to put her box, then decided it should just be near the bathroom, for easier cleaning.

Once Taddie had set up the litter box, she placed Juniper's food and water bowls in the same area, not wanting to take up too much of the apartment. As she finished unfolding the little cat tent, Thatcher walked out, still texting on his phone, then stopped as he did a double take, watching Taddie try to make everything organized, but contained to the one corner. He chuckled and shook his head, deciding instead of letting her know she could spread out, that he’d just rearrange it himself when she was gone. He went to the glass brick wall and leaned against it with a small smirk.

“Ready to go?” He asked, making her jump and fall onto her butt as she turned, looking up at him with big eyes, blinking. He chuckled and quickly went to her, helping her up and sliding a hand around her hip. She gave him a look, laying her hands on his arms, though he caught the small smile that crossed her face.

“If you want to surprise me? Do it with gifts or fancy dates. Not like that. It may not end well for you next time.” Taddie teased at him, biting her lip lightly. Thatcher chuckled and kissed her cheek before he said, “Let’s get going, kitten.”

~

Thatcher led Taddie down to a private garage where a number of older looking cars sat. They all shined as they were well taken care of, but Taddie was still stunned by them. She loved classic cars, especially Mustangs, and her gaze zeroed in on a cherry red one that sat at the end of the line as he led her to a small ‘58 Corvette. As he glanced back at her, Thatcher stopped and smirked, following her gaze down to the car. Taddie looked up at him and gave him a sweet smile before taking a step toward the passenger side of the Corvette, but he stopped her, redirecting her down the line. She bit her lip as she tried to contain her excitement as they got closer and closer to the Mustang and Thatcher bent down to slip his hand under the wheel well, grabbing the keys and unlocking the door.

Taddie giggled and bounced on her toes, lightly, before looking up at him with a grateful smile. Thatcher chuckled down at her before she quickly lifted on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips then got in. He blinked, shocked, but pleasantly, and let a genuine, happy smile touch at his lips as he closed the door and rounded the car to get in. As Thatcher started the car, Taddie slid her hand over the dashboard in awe and let out an astonished and ecstatic sigh before she sat back and looked over at him. He put the car in gear and pulled out, going up to a sealed door with a little keypad mounted on a metal rod.

While Thatcher punched in the code, Taddie chewed her lip, hesitating, before she shifting closer to him, leaning into his side. Thatcher looked down at her with a smile and she wrapped her arms around his, resting her chin on his shoulder with a small smile of her own. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead before he pressed the gas and the door opened, speeding out. Taddie let out a squeak then giggled, realizing he’d had work done to the car and switched out the engine, possibly reworked the entire car, the way it flew down the tunnel. She didn’t know much about cars, but she knew enough to know an old car like this does not accelerate like that, nor sound like a modern day sports car.

The tunnel came out in the middle of the highway, off an access road in the forest. They easily joined the light traffic and sped north, Taddie soon seeing signs for the airport that Thatcher seemed to be following. She looked up at him and raised a brow, but she knew better than to ask, as she knew he’d just say it was a surprise and to be patient. The realization dawned on her that she was getting to know him and had begun to anticipate his answers. She’d only spent a night with him, but she found that she was excited to find out just what he had in store for her; Whether that meant a date or visiting his family, she was curious and eager to find out.

It didn’t necessarily scare her to be doing this with him, the son of a mobster. What scared her was being stuck at the bar for the rest of her life as she struggled to make something of her paintings. Taddie quickly realized she was hoping he would bring up her work again and ask to see them, eager to show him. She remembered that he said he liked art, and being in a band already, she hoped he had an artistic mind and would actually critique her work and not criticize it.

Her thoughts were soon pulled from wandering as she felt the car slow as Thatcher turned into a private hanger off the airport runway. Taddie bit her lip and felt a smile tug at her lips, realizing he was flying her somewhere, most likely on a private plane or jet, because why wouldn’t he have one? Spoiled, little rich boy. A smirk flew across her face as he pulled into the hanger, indeed, a dark blue jet sat inside, a gold streak painted from the nose to the tail. Taddie took a deep breath as her heart pounded in her chest, then looked up at Thatcher as he cut the engine and looked down at her with a smile. He pressed a kiss to her temple and opened his door, taking her hand as he slid out, helping her as she scooted over.

“Mr. Price. We’re wheels up and ready to go when you are.” The pilot said, coming up to him as Taddie stepped out and Thatcher pulled her into his side, affectionately nuzzling his nose into her curls. Or at least that’s what he made it seem.

“It all starts now, kitten. Are you ready?” Thatcher whispered to her, gripping her hip and giving her a squeeze. Taddie closed her eyes and smiled a little more, biting the inside of her cheek. She pressed a hand to his chest, sliding her other arm around him, and looked up at him as he pulled away to smile at her. She gave him a light nod and he guided her arm down to take her hand, then looked at the pilot with a single nod. The pilot turned, making his way toward the plane, and Thatcher led Taddie along.

Thatcher let Taddie go up the stairs first, keeping hold of her hand as he guided her arm over the railing, then dropped it and quickly followed behind her, placing his hand on her waist. They ducked inside and a stewardess greeted them, offering them each a glass of champagne. Taddie glanced back at Thatcher, who nodded and gave her a smile. He waited until she had taken her glass to reach for his, curving his arm around her to let her walk into the jet before him. Taking a sip, he laid a hand on her hip, guiding her to the window seat, the both of them sitting down.

Taddie took a deep breath and glanced out the window, twisting the stem of the glass between her fingers, anxiously. Thatcher set his glass in the holder and reached to do the same to Taddie’s before he sat back and slipped her fingers into his palm as her hand dangled from her arm rest. When she turned to him, he lifted her hand to kiss the backs of her fingers before he said, “Are you feeling okay? You’ve flown before, right?”

“Um, a few times? Planes still seem sketchy to me…Wh-Where--?” Taddie stopped and let out a soft sigh, rethinking her words. “H-How far are we going? I don’t like…Need a passport or something, do I? Cause I-I actually don’t have one…”

Thatcher bit his lip for a moment, fighting his laughter before he let a few chuckles slip and lifted a hand to her cheek as he said, “We’re going to New York, kitten…So fucking impatient.” He let out another chuckle and he saw her eyes go dark for a moment that intrigued him.

Taddie chuckled and wrinkled her nose at him, leaning into his touch, slightly, as she said, “I just don’t want to be flying over open water. That scares me--Fucking terrifies me, actually.”

“Hmmm--How are we going to get you to Sweden for Christmas then? The passport isn’t an issue…” Thatcher mused at her, taking her chin between his fingers. His smirk grew as her eyes shrunk back at the thought, then she scrambled to wipe the fear from her face. He laughed and guided her closer for a quick kiss before he said, “I’m teasing. We usually go to Vail, but we’re having Christmas at home for once.”

“Because Tristan might propose? Why can’t he propose in Vail?” Taddie asked, letting her fingers slide between his as he dropped his hand to hers and he gave her a stern look.

“Don’t ever mention even the word when we’re around any of my family. I’m serious. Tristan finds out word spreads, he’s gonna have my ass. I said I wasn’t sure, but we’re fairly certain because he acts squirrely and weird when we talk about her even moving in. He keeps insisting on having her move after New Year’s…But, yes. That’s why.” Thatcher said, his look melting into a smirk as she narrowed her gaze at him for a moment. She chuckled and shook her head at him before sitting back, leaning her head on the rest behind her, gazing up at him. He smiled down at her, slowly letting his head fall back as well. With a light chuckle, he said, softly, “You’re so beautiful, Taddie. I’ve never seen curls like yours before…You’ll definitely make an impression on the family.”

Taddie’s cheeks turned pink and she bit her lip, looking away from him with a soft, shy giggle. Swinging her head back to him, she said, “Because of my curls? Why? What’s so special about them?”

“Mmm-No one in my family has ever had curls. Maybe a light wave, I have a bit more frizz in humidity…Never curls. Not like this.” Thatcher said, pulling his fingers from hers and taking a curl, rubbing the silky strands between his fingers. Taddie bit her lip as she felt her smile widen, then leaned closer, tilting her head back as she angled for a kiss. Thatcher obliged and kissed her, deeply, pushing his hand along her jaw, cupping it lightly. As his lips curved into a smirk against hers, he whispered, “You’re quite the little actress.”

“Who said I’m acting? Maybe you’re just a really good kisser and I might as well take advantage?” She mused back with a smirk. Thatcher rolled his eyes at her with a teasing, annoyed sigh, making them both laugh as his hand dropped back to hers, their fingers lacing as the stewardess came back to them.

“The captain has just informed me we’re about to take off-Mr. Price, Miss Prior, please put on your seatbelts. We should be in New York within an hour. Once we are in the air, you may remove your seatbelts and move about the cabin.” The stewardess said with a bright smile. Thatcher and Taddie both thanked her and buckled themselves in before their fingers laced again, both of them returning to it as if it were second nature. Almost the second they did though, the engines of the jet roared to life as they started to move and Taddie squeezed her eyes shut and gripped Thatcher’s hand as it had begun to shake lightly. 

Thatcher glanced over at her, giving her two, quick, soft squeezes before he said, “Hey, are you alright?”

“Mm-hm…” Taddie said, not moving and not looking at him, gripping the other arm rest.

“Taddie-“

“Hmm?”

“Taddie.”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

“I am.” She said, 100% not looking at him, in fact she still didn’t move. 

Thatcher reached his hand over, gently taking her chin and turning it toward him. She let out a small whine and her eyes squeezed tighter. “Taddie, look at me. Open your eyes.” He said. Her eyes snapped open, then quickly shut again as she gave a small whimper. She’d looked at Thatcher, but her gaze caught the movement in the window across from them and her chest pounded. “Look at me-“

“I tried. I saw the window and we’re moving, I-“

“Focus on me, kitten. Don’t think about or look at anything but me…Open your eyes, Taddie. Look at me, baby.” He said, softly, comforting her. Taddie took a deep breath, slowly opening her eyes, and focused on Thatcher’s green gaze. He felt her hand ease up on his and she let out a slow breath. He gave her a smile and slid his fingers along her jaw, then the backs up her cheek as he praised, “Good girl. Just focus on me, baby. That’s my girl…It’s just a plane. I’ve flown in it a hundred times.”

“I-I know. Just when-Taking off and landing freak me out cause-“ As she spoke, they hit a rough patch, jolting them around briefly. Taddie let out a whine and snapped her eyes shut again, gripping his hand as she pushed herself back in her seat, trying to fuse into it so she’d be safer. Thatcher chuckled and moved his head onto her head rest, touching his forehead to her temple.

“Hey, it’s just turbulence. It’s normal. I promised you that you’re safe with me and you are. I’d never let you set foot on this jet if I knew something was wrong…Taddie. Kitten, look at me.” Thatcher whispered to her, rubbing his hand over her arm, trying to calm her. She let out a deep, slow breath and turned her head to his, pressing their foreheads together before she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Good girl…It’s okay, love. We’re already in the air. Once we level out, you’ll feel fine, yeah?”

Taddie nodded and bit her lip, letting her eyes close for a brief moment as she brushed her nose against his and whispered back, “Thank you, Thatcher…”

“Of course, kitten.” He whispered before giving her a quick peck and lifting his hand to her cheek again. Once they hit their cruising altitude, Taddie slowly relaxed, as there was no more turbulence, and she sat a little more forward in her chair with a sigh. Thatcher lifted his hand, sliding the backs of his fingers over her cheek as he said, “Are you gonna be alright? You know we still have to come back too?”

“I-I know. I know…I—Yeah, I’ll be fine…I think.” Taddie said, turning to him and drawing her brows together, lightly. Thatcher chuckled and shook his head at her as he lowered his hand and sat back, then lifting their joined hands to kiss the backs of hers with a smile. She let out a soft chuckle and smiled at him, her eyes sliding over his features. Her lip slowly slid between her teeth, lightly, as he turned away to grab his glass and take a deep swig. Taddie had finally released her arm rest and picked up her glass to do the same, ending up finishing it out of anxiety. She set the empty glass down and sat back, closing her eyes with a deep sigh.

“Have you ever been to New York?” Thatcher asked as he turned to her again. Taddie opened her eyes and turned her head to him, shaking it lightly.

“Never. I’ve always wanted to go, though. Just to experience it.” She said. Thatcher raised a brow and hmm’d at her, making her narrow her gaze as she asked, “Why? What did you do? Are we even going to breakfast?”

“Of course we are! I’m just…Thinking.” He said with a smirk, giving her hand a squeeze before he pulled his hand back and unbuckled his seatbelt. “I’ll be right back. Bathroom.”

Thatcher pressed a kiss to her cheek before he stood and rounded the chairs, going toward the back of the plane. Taddie smiled and watched him go, then chewed her lip as she turned forward, looking around the cabin. The stewardess seemed to have been staring at her, intensely, for when Taddie swept her gaze over the woman, she made Taddie do a double take with how quick she looked away. It made Taddie arch a brow, confused, even more so when she pulled out her phone and sent a series of quick texts before stashing it away. The action stirred something unsettling in Taddie’s chest but she forced it down as Thatcher came back to retake his seat.

“So, can I at least get a gist of what we’re doing? There’s no way you’re flying me to New York just for breakfast…” Taddie said, giving him a look. Thatcher chuckled softly and slid his fingers over the back of her hand as he cooed at her, “I could be. You never know.”

Taddie cocked her head to the side and arched a brow at him, unconvinced, then he laughed and said, “There’s a tailor’s that’s open-I know you said no custom clothes, but other stores aren’t open just yet. And he has a selection ready to purchase, if they fit you.”

“So, shopping…” Taddie teased with a small smirk. He shook his head at her lightly with a chuckle as she continued, “And what else? You’ve got something else planned-I sense it…”

Taddie narrowed her gaze at him, briefly and teasingly, making him chuckle before he said, “You’ll just have to find out then. You’ve already ruined the New York surprise-“

“I didn’t ruin shit! I asked how far! You’re the one that told me!” Taddie cried with a half offended, half amused look. Thatcher laughed, loud, tossing his head back against the rest as she punched his shoulder with an amused, but reprimanding look. Taddie bit her lip and giggled as she leaned a little closer, over both armrests, as he brought his head back down to look at her.

“Alright, fair enough…But, I’m still not telling you what else we’re doing.” Thatcher said, turning forward. Taddie smirked, triumphantly, and said, “Ha—I knew there was more.”

Thatcher looked at her, raising a brow and chuckling. She pursed her lips at him, briefly, then lifted her brows, lightly, waiting for him to speak. He shook his head at her with a soft, amused smile and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. Her brows lowered as her smile widened a little more and she let out a shy giggle, quickly looking away, biting her lip. Thatcher chuckled and pulled his brows together as he asked, “What? What did I do now?”

“Nothing. It-It wasn’t you.” Taddie said with a light laugh, turning back to him with pink cheeks. He chuckled and bit his lip, lightly, growing fond of that look on her and wanted to put it there another way. She lowered her gaze to the silver chain around his neck, lifting her hand to reach up and take it between her fingers. “I just don’t understand it…”

“My necklace? Well, back in the medieval times--”

“Shut up, you idiot. No.” Taddie laughed, dropping her hand as she shot him a look, then smirked. Thatcher snickered and nodded at her as he said, “Go on. What? What don’t you understand?”

“How we can just stare at each other and be silent and…And it’s not awkward.” Taddie said, softly, almost bashfully. Thatcher took a deep breath as his smile widened, nodding in agreement.

“Though, I’m not trying to figure it out and ruin it. I say, for this instance? Ignorance is bliss.” He said, leaning closer and sealing his lips to hers. Taddie kissed him back and pulled her hand from his to slide her fingers over his cheek as she turned to him more. Thatcher let his, now, free hand drift over to her thigh, rubbing up and down, slowly, before giving it a soft squeeze as he flicked his tongue at her lips, demanding they part. Taddie happily obliged, letting his tongue slip past and spar with hers for a moment before she broke the kiss with a soft gasp, quickly glancing at the stewardess before Thatcher opened his eyes to look down at her. He chuckled and rumbled at her, “Suddenly so shy? Thought I was a good kisser?”

“I believe I said maybe?...And I think we’re being watched. I don’t do live shows…Outside a bedroom at least?” Taddie mused back, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. Thatcher raised his brows, amused and intrigued, as he chuckled at her, making her blush deepen. He smirked at her then glanced back at the stewardess, who quickly tucked her phone away when she saw him.

“I told you it starts now. It’ll only spread once we get to New York. I know what to look for, who to look for. I need you to never leave my side and I will never leave you alone, I promise you.” Thatcher said, his voice turning a little more serious, making Taddie’s smile drop from her face. Seeing the quick change, he shook his head and said, “I’m only telling you so you won’t wander. I promised you were safe with me, kitten.”

Taddie nodded and bit her lip, clasping both her hands over his, still resting on her thigh. Thatcher took a deep breath and gripped her thigh a little more as he drew his brows together, not wanting to scare her, but she needed to know.

“We’re…Not exactly friendly with the New York mafia families-My family isn’t. The last time Theo and Luna went to New York, it was for their honeymoon. It was fine until the last two days when word finally reached the families, and suddenly, they couldn’t get into restaurants, they couldn’t go shopping…The families pulled their strings and the puppets obeyed, didn’t let them in and threatened to call the police.” Thatcher said, reluctantly and guiltily. Taddie squeezed his hand so tight he yanked it back and she furrowed her brow at him as her anger rose.

“And you thought that would be the best place to bring me? Are you fucking kidding me, Thatcher?” Taddie shot as he rubbed his hand and gave her a sympathetic look.

“I know. That’s why my guys drove up there last night after they left you when you got home. You didn’t notice they’re not here? They’re up there, making sure we can land safely and get to the tailor’s and to breakfast…I promised you, Taddie. And I meant it--You’re safe.” Thatcher said, reaching his hand up to cup her cheek. She flinched away at first, then chewed her lip before turning away with a soft huff. His hand fell to her shoulder, sliding down her arm, slowly, then back up as he leaned closer, pulling back her curls to press a kiss to her neck, then the shell of her ear, then her cheek. “Kitten, you really think I would go through all this trouble to get you, only to put you in harm’s way? Absolutely not, Taddie. I have far more than the four men that you see me with at the bar. We’re going to have eyes on us everywhere we go. If anything happens, they’re going to take you back to the airport and fly you home. I told them to leave me and make sure you’re safe before they come back for me.”

“You need to tell me these things beforehand. Not when I have no choice anymore. Don’t take away my choice unless you have to. Which you shouldn’t ever have to.” Taddie sighed, staring out the window as they flew over the country. Thatcher nodded and nuzzled his nose into her cheek until she let a small smile tug at her lips and she turned her head to him. “And don’t fucking lie to me. Ever.”

“I promise, Princess. Do you forgive me? Are you still mad at me?” He asked, crooking a finger under her chin and lifting it a little higher. She finally gave him a small, sweet smile before she said, “I wasn’t mad…I was annoyed. But I wasn’t mad. I-I have anxiety and it gets bad sometimes. Stuff like that--You need to tell me way in advance, or as much as you can. Yeah, I’m gonna be anxious and freak out, but it’ll pass if you just help me through it. I-I spiral a-and I scare myself.”

“Did I make you do that just now?” He asked, looking guilty as he brushed his thumb over her jaw before dropping his hand. She nodded and took his hand in hers as she said, “It’s okay. I’m okay. Just know if anything happens, I’m gonna have a real hard time trusting you after…”

“I know. Believe me--I know.” Thatcher said, gripping her hands for a moment as his expression went hard for a moment. She lightly scratched her nails over the back of his hand, trying to relax him, then leaned closer to press a deep kiss to his lips. He gripped her hand and pressed his forehead to hers when she broke the kiss with a light sigh. “No more of this. Today was supposed to be a fun day. I didn’t mean to bring you down.”

“You didn’t. I’m still excited to go. I’m just nervous now.”

“I promised, Taddie.”

“I know.”

~

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[zetasattic]

Day 36, Working Hard To Become Unorganized

Saturday night I dreamed I was to spend a big wheel, not as big as the wheel on Wheel of Fortune or as big as the one on The Price Is Right but not as small as the one in the game Life, so in between those, anyway I was to spend the wheel to see if I was to get up or sleep on. I spun once and slept more then I spun again and it landed on get up so I got up. I spent hours last summer organizing…

[thelifeoftuan]

I just need to document this somewhere so that I can expel all my pent-up rage and move on. Haha!

I had an eye doctor appointment yesterday. My previous optometrist who I loved and had been seeing for the past three years since I moved to NYC unfortunately closed his NYC office and is now only in Hoboken. While I really liked him, I was not gonna trek my ass over to Hoboken, even if it would be once a year... Buddha forbid they dilate my eyes and I’d have to find my way back to the city. Lolz, imagine? Anyway, so I only found this out last week when I tried to call to schedule my annual checkup and prescription renewal for my contacts and glasses. And since I only had one pair of contacts (one month) left, I decided to look through my insurance website like a responsible person so I could find a new eye doctor. I landed on one that I thought had good reviews. I call the number, turns out it was Cohen’s Fashion Optical, some large chain here in NYC. But the doctor I had chosen was no longer there. The lady was quite rude to me on the phone when I asked if a provider there was in-network. She at least checked for me and said yes, but didn’t tell me who the provider would be. But since I didn’t care too much (stupid me), I decided to book an appointment.

I show up, and it was a sleepy and cramp little store, 5/6 of it dedicated to the eyewear. The remaining sixth I came to find out was basically closet space and a narrow hallway, one cramped room converted into the preliminary eye-testing room and the second into the main eye exam room. Like, I initially had no issues with the space, but it just seemed really poorly put together and didn’t feel like an optometrist office at all. No wonder the doctor I was originally trying to see left that place. The receptionist at the front was quite passive aggressive. She greeted me and said “good morning,” to which I responded “good morning” and then proceeded to say, “I have an appointment scheduled--” and she then stopped me, saying she couldn’t hear a word I was saying. Fair. I get that a lot. I was also wearing a mask. So I spoke up and said, “I have an appointment scheduled for 11 today.” Then she proceeds to just stare at me for an uncomfortable 2 seconds, then says, “okay. Aaaaaand good morning,” obviously emphasizing that she had to repeat her salutation because she must have thought I didn’t say it back. And only once I responded, “good morning” again, she finally moved her catatonic body and nodded and yipped like she just successfully taught a dog a new trick. Like... what the fuck?! I’m sorry she didn’t hear me the first time, my bad. But who the hell is that passive aggressive about it? Move on! And get on with doing your job! Thinking back now, this was the point where I should have said, “I’m sorry, this is just not going to work for me. Thank you for your time,” spun a 180 on my heels, and booted right back out the door. That would have saved me the agony that was to come. After I fill out the paperwork (pen to carbon copy paper because this isn’t 2023 or anything) and she takes my insurance information. I elected to not have my eyes dilated, even though I should have... but knowing that this wench was going to be the one putting drops in my eye, I decided it’s for the best to defer it for another year, despite my previous eye doctor saying I should get a dilated exam yearly because my optic discs weren’t that normal. But oh well, I figured blindness was a good price to pay as opposed to this bitch putting numbing drops into my eyes. She beckons me to follow her to the back, and I’m thinking, “frick, she’s gonna do the eye exam.” Home girl leads me to the sink and asks me to wash my hands and take out my contacts. Then I fumble my way through the cramp hallway to the preliminary exam room. She tells me to sit down on this rickety stool without wheels where I barely have room to scoot it to the first machine, so I had to awkwardly lift-scoot the chair over. I’ve had many eye exams before, so I know the one testing my intraocular pressure is first but she does not warn me and out comes the puff of air into my eyeball. Like, it’s fine, but she literally said nothing to me after she told me to sit forward and rest my chin on the machine. My own knowledge and familiarity and compliance with the eye exam were the only things that prepared me. Then when it was time to move to the next machine, she passive aggressively told me, “Move to the next machine. The chair doesn’t have any wheels so you’ll have to pick it up off the ground.” Bitch, I’m well aware. Whatever, the preliminary tests end quickly and she shuffles me to the small closet across the hall. At this point, I’m dreading this wench being the “number 1 or number 2″ person, but thank Buddha she leaves me in the room and tells me the doctor will be in shortly. Well, I guess I shouldn’t thank Buddha because I don’t know if the situation got any better. In walks this older physician wearing a vest, so I know I’m in for a treat. Like, listen... don’t get me wrong, I respect all my doctors and health care providers, but I call ‘em like I see 'em. He’s squinting at my chart... doesn’t introduce himself to me, and then his first question is, “So what do you do?” ... ... ...I’m sorry? Even with my mask on, the confusion on my face must have dawned on him, so he elaborates, “Like, are you in school? Do you work?” “I work.” “Oh. So what do you do?” I stifle a groan and quickly debate if I should lie. But then I remember that I had put my profession on my paperwork... which home boy was looking at, so I don’t know why he was asking me. I answer, “I’m a pediatrician.” “Oh really,” he replies. My mistake, really. I usually hate these conversations, mainly because I don’t like talking about my job. It’s just one of those things about me. Plus! Why wasn’t I getting my frickin’ eye exam done so I could get the hell out of there?! The man proceeds to grill me about where I work and went to school and all that jazz. I told him I went to school and trained in Oklahoma. And to this he says, “Oh, is that near Boulder or Denver? You know, Colorado?” ...I know geography is not everyone’s strong suit. Hell, it isn’t mine, for sure! But I couldn’t figure out a fast enough way to answer, so I politely replied, “No, it’s Oklahoma... state...” like there was a needed distinction. I get it, y’all. Not many people know of Oklahoma. Even people who’ve lived in the U.S. for decades like this man. But I think he realized his goof and then proceeded to ask me, “Are you a resident?” A testament to my youthful face is all I read from that. “No,” I answer, “I’m an attending.” ...and you know, this opens the door to even more one-sided banter from this man as he starts to tell me about how he was a resident fifty years ago, where he did his internship and how it was a special program that doesn’t exist anymore and how he almost died from an aortic aneurysm had he not been smart enough to get a second opinion while throwing shade at the “pretty famous” cardiology group that would have killed him and how he felt like medicine is so much different now and all the “young folk” like me are always changing things and... you get the gist. This whole time I’m just sitting there wishing for either my eye exam to start or for the building to collapse and kill me instantly. Finally, he proceeds to start the exam but then realizes he doesn’t have a chair, so he steps out of the room to retrieve a chair. Then he actually looks at my chart and asks about my previous prescription, to which I tell him. He then asks me which brand I wear, and I tell him. And so then this sparks some odd comments about how the manufacturer has stopped making the ones I’m wearing but there’s still enough supply to where they could order them for me. But he offered to give me samples of other brands “for laughs” after the exam is done. He makes a comment about whether or not my previous provider was being honest with me about my contacts, to which I did not appreciate that shade because comparatively, my previous provider was miles and miles ahead of how this crapshoot was going. He tells me repeatedly that he has “no axe to grind” but felt like he was obligated to tell me and again offered to give me samples of a different brand. I mean, I agreed the first time he offered. Like fine, whatever. I don’t care! Let’s get on with it! He then asks me if I also wear glasses as a backup, and I said yes. He asks if they were measured, and I said no. He then mutters a comment that the front desk lady should have done that, to which I am not surprised it wasn’t done. I don’t know. I hand my glasses to him and he leaves momentarily to measure them. Then he returns and gives them to me, and as he is setting up the ophthalmoscope, I peer down to my poor glasses and realize both lenses are scratched right in the middle where he did the measurements. Lolz. Well, I was in the market for a new pair anyway. He finally then sets the ophthalmoscope but asks me to pull the thing to my face. Which, fine, I don’t care, he’s frail, I’m the “young folk” in the room. And then to my horror, when he brings up the Snellen, it’s not reflected in the mirror on the far end of the wall in front of me because the mirror is detaching from the wall and trying to meet an early death. I quite honestly could relate. He starts to ask me to read whatever the hell the letters were supposed to be but all I saw was my own silly reflection. So I tell him that the mirror is off. He sees that this is the case and then goes to try to fix it, telling me that it’s been broken for a while but wonders why no one has fixed it. Good questions. He takes a good 5 minutes fiddling with the crooked mirror to no avail while asking for me to instruct him which way to adjust it... which if you’ve ever seen these types of situations on TV, you know how well that goes. He finally gives up and leaves the room to ask one of the attendants out front to come and help him. To my initial thanks, it is a different woman from the first one I encountered out front. She holds the mirror and adjusts it per my directions until I could see letters. Then just as I was about to read, she moves her hands and the mirror is dislodged again. I try to ask her to readjust it, to which she gives big annoyed sigh, a sound that should have come from me of all people. The letters were askew and not fully within my view, but I caught a quick enough glimpse of them to read the letters. The doctor doesn’t even adjust it or try to see if my prescription has changed and proceeds to cover my left eye. Then he asks me to read the letters again, which have now, once again, gone out of view. But thankfully, my memory span in this prolonged stint in some hellscape I’ve never traversed before allowed me to remember five simple letters, and so I pretended to read them with a slowed-pace as to feign accuracy. And after that, it was over. Sort of. The doctor leads me back to the sink where the contacts samples were in the drawer. He starts to pull out samples for my current brand, but he could only find the correct prescription for my left eye and offered to give me a right eye contact lens that was a little higher than my current. I felt it unwise, and since I still had one more pair of contacts left to supply me through March, I declined. Then he proceeds to find samples of the different brand he had previously offered, again, saying he “had no axe to grind,” and y’all guessed it, he could only find the correct prescription for my left eye and again offered to give me the right eye lens with the wrong prescription. Like, I know I’m just a lowly pediatrician, but I’m not sure that’s how corrective lenses and just general vision works. He basically forces them upon me, but I pocket them instead of taking any more time trying to put them into my eyeballs. I throw on my (scratched up) glasses and zoom back out to the front to check out. Both the ladies in front were there. The first one I encountered did the check out, again being passive aggressive and just staring at me after she calculated the cost for exam and the contacts. She must have asked me for my credit card and it must have been my fault I didn’t hear her. For one who seems to love repeating themselves in order to feel heard, I was floored she just stared at me until I registered and gave her my credit card. I’ve had enough at that point. And the reason I didn’t hear her was because her counterpart (the one who failed at keeping the mirror in place during my not-eye exam) was berating a poor customer on the phone as the doctor looked on with a bemused expression. ...what the fuck kind of place was this? And it hit me then that this other one was probably the one I spoke to on the phone when I tried to schedule my opinion... curt and degrading... because that’s the recipe for customer satisfaction. And yep. That was my whole eye exam appointment experience. If y’all ever had eye exams done before, you know that that was not what I was provided. And I paid a $50 copay for that shit! For a passive aggressive receptionist who forced me to say “good morning” twice, an incomplete and chaotic eye exam, scratched up glasses, and an experience that will forever be burned into my retinas. Getting kicked in the head by a horse would have been more worth my time and money. I should have Karen’ed it up in that place till it imploded as I demanded recompense, but I did no such thing. I just knew that if I stayed longer, something bad would have happened to my eyes. I took my receipt, didn’t even ask about how I was going to get my contacts (I’m just gonna pray) and promptly left the building. 0 stars. 0 out of 5. Would not recommended. Negative reviews at all encounter points. I have no good things to say about this place. Do not go to the Cohen’s Fashion Optical on 34th and 8th in NYC. Like... I went back home and seethed in rage for a bit and really thought about being one of those demons who leave really scathing online reviews. I looked at the reviews and the place had a 3.7 star rating. There were a good number of 5-star reviews, to my surprise... one I even recognized from an Insta-famous dentist! Granted the most recent positive review was 3 months ago and the one before that was 7 months ago, but each highlighted the two ladies out front, so I call cap on that bullshit, because they were neither friendly or helpful. And the last positive review mentioned a female physician, and so who the hell knows. Most of the positive reviews were about the eyeglasses service, and so maybe that’s where they all shine. ...but god fucking damn it, what an awful shitshow of an experience this was!

[mrsniallhoran505]

Good Morning Austin Girls!

Fluffy Friday theme 2: carnival date

Carnivals weren't something you went to often. Most the time if there was a carnival in your town it was some sort of charity event or church festival. Which means they were so over priced they weren't worth going to in your opinion.

So when a local library said they were hosting a carnival to raise money for new computers you made no plans to go. You'd make a donation and that would be it. Austin, however, love carnivals.

He grew up near Disney so he went often with his mom when he was younger. Big amusement parks don't really do it for him anymore. But carnivals were some of his favorite, especially for dates.

They had rigged games that he's mastered the art of beating. The food was far too greasy to even be considered food but it was delicious. And the rides were always fun. When he heard about the fund raiser carnival he immediately called and asked for a date night there instead of your usual movie and dinner. You were reluctant but you agreed after hearing how excited he was.

That Saturday you waited till the sun set before going. Austin said the carnival was much better when it was lit up. He looked like a kid in a candy store as he pulled you to the ticket booth. You both gave a separate donation from the tickets bought.

"alright angel... How about the spider first?" He asked while pointing to the ride that looked like a giant spider wearing weird shoes that spun.

"ok but if I get dizzy, you're carrying me." You teased before letting him pull you over.

"deal." He agreed.

The spider was fun and both of you had trouble walking away making you both laugh. After the spider you went on the 'yoyo' which was a giant spinning swing set. It was fun and you got a fun video to post to Instagram.

Of course Austin had to drag you on the cliff hanger. A ride that took you high up into the sky, paused, then dropped at a stomach lurching speed. It wasn't your favorite and your scream hurt Austin's, as well as your own, ears. Your pay back was the zipper. It was like a Ferris wheel with cages that spun. Austin wasn't a fan of being upsidedown but he went through it for you.

"alright baby, let's do some games. If I go upsidedown one more time I'll probably lose my lunch." He jokes before letting you hop on his back so he can carry you to the games.

"you know these are all rigged right? You'll just waste the rest of our tickets trying to win and have to buy more." You said.

"I know angel, but that's the point of a fund raiser. And besides... I've mastered these games." He replied, giving you a peck on the lips over his shoulder.

You didn't argue. The night was going good so why ruin it. Austin stopped at a ring toss game and set you on your feet.

"pick a prize, any prize," he smiled at you.

"the purple monkey," you point to it smiling.

"done." He paid the tickets and took the rings. He tossed the first ring and it spin around the peg before sinking down over it. The next three rings did the same but the fifth spun then tipped off the peg.

"that's a shame! But at least you still win a prize." The carni smiled at Austin, playing his part in the scam perfectly.

"I wanna try again." Austin said handing over the tickets needed. The carni nodded and handed him the rings. This time Austin won the monkey for you. The carni looked a bit peeved but said nothing as he handed over the 2 feet tall monkey.

"Alright... What's your secret?" You asked taking the monkey and following Austin to the next game.

"Honestly?" He asked. "I had a friend that worked a few carnivals when they came through his home town and he told me how they usually rig them." He shrugged like.its no big deal.

"So if I pick a game... You can beat it?" You asked looking up at him with a smirk.

"Be my guest angel." He smiled in return.

You looked around and saw the squirt gun game. You squirt water in a Target and it fills up a balloon, first to pop wins.

"That one." You pointed.

"the squirt guns?"

"Yeah, and I want the big teddy bear." You smiled at him and he nodded.

You both walked over and he paid for you both to play. You sat down with your monkey trapped at your feet. Austin sat beside you and kissed you softly.

"good luck." He offered. You nodded and wished him luck. When the game begun you were so focused on hitting the target that went the buzzer went off saying someone won you yelped slightly.

Looking around to see who it was you saw Austin smirking at the popped balloon over his target.

"How?" You looked stunned. How did he do it so fast and so easily.

"I'm a pro baby." He kissed your cheek before getting the giant teddy bear for you.

"Alright Butler... I think we have all the prizes we can handle. Let's go ride the Ferris wheel." You nodded to the line for the ride. For the first time since you'd arrived, it was short.

"let me run these to the car so we don't have to lug them around." He takes your monkey, gives you a kiss then runs off. You walked over to the line to grab a spot. Just as the previous riders were getting off Austin joined you.

You got situated, to distracted with making sure you don't trip that you didn't see Austin slip a twenty to the operator. When Austin joined you your cart was closed despite having room for more. The ride started and soon you were at the top and the ride paused.

"it looks so beautiful from up here." You commented looking out at the carnival lights and the city lights beyond that.

"I think my view is more beautiful." He replied while watching you.

"you are so cheesey." You giggled before turning to him.

"yeah, well, you love me." He leaned in and kisses you softly.

"yeah, I guess I do." You teased cupping his cheek softly and kissing him again.

"stealing my moves now?" He teased before cupping your jaw and pulling you closer to kiss you deeper.

By the time he pulled away leaving you panting the ride started moving. Austin frowned but quickly wiped it away and wrapped his arm around you.

When you got off the ride, Austin exchanged a look with the operator who whispered an apology and nodded to his boss not far away. Austin just nodded and followed you.

"Which ride now angel?" He asked wrapping his arms around your waist and walking behind you holding you.

"how about the carousel?" You nod to it and smile at him over your shoulder.

"anything my princess wants." He kissed your neck before scooping you into his arms and carrying you over to the line.

Thankfully right as you queued up the previous ride ended. You were quick to pick your horse and smiled as Austin helped you mount it. He had an easier time since he was tall.

When the ride started Austin just had to take a picture of how happy you looked. The colors of the ride lighting up your hair and face making you look like the angel he believed you were.

"Y/N? Marry me?" He asked with a nervous smile.

"What?" You looked at him, sure you heard him wrong.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out an engagement ring. He held it up so you could see it.

"I wanted to do it at the top of the Ferris wheel but we got distracted. But looking at you now, how beautiful, and happy you look. I want this to be the moment we start our lives together." He looked at you, his hand starting to shake a bit.

"I love you, I've loved you since you made me that home made chicken soup our third date when I was insisting I didn't have the flu and we could go to the concert. Since that night my love for you had only grown. Each day I find something new that makes me fall deeper in love-"

"-i love when we go book shopping and you run your fingers over the spines of the leather and cloth bound books, the smile you get. I love hearing you sing the wrong words to your favorite songs. I love when you sing made up songs about what you're doing. I love the way you reach for me when I get out of bed and you're still asleep. I love that little happy dance you do when you get the packages you were waiting for. I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life falling deeper in love with you... Will you marry me, y/n y/l/n?"

He was slightly panting when he finished talking. His eyes shining with some tears threatening to fall. Your answer would determine if it's from happiness or heart break.

"Austin..." You yourself were fighting back tears. His speech was beautiful and it made you realize just how much that man loved and adored you.

"yes?" He prompted when you didn't continue talking.

"yes." You answered as your tears started to fall. "Yes, yes I'll marry you."

He couldn't help but grin. He climbed off his horse and quickly cupped your face in both his hands.

"you have no idea how happy you just made me. I love you, my wife." He kissed you deeply before slipping the ring on your finger and placing a kiss over it.

"I love you, my husband."

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A/N: a bit of a new format for the story posts. Less gifs to make the posts a bit smaller. Let me know if you like it. If you want to be tagged, just send me a message, and don't forget to suggest themes especially for the fluffy Friday and smutty sunday posts.

[liptonsbabe]

My dear [S.U]

Sam Uley x Fem! reader!

Summary: “Did you have a hard day? You can complain to me. Did something make you almost cry? It’s alright, look at me. Starting from now, think of three really good things: the warm air, the dazzling weather, and me outside your window.  I told you, you can see brightness only when it gets dark”

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, heart dissease and such. English not my mother language so pls let me know if something’s wrong

gif’s not mine

"Sorry to bother you, Chief," you said following the man's moves through your house. Charlie Swan was carrying a reclining chair with ease leaving it in the middle of the living room while you stood at the bottom of the stairs with your little four year old daughter in your arms. Cassie was exhausted. It had been a long plane ride and a bit more road travel, which knocked your little girl out as soon as you set foot in your new home in Forks. It was a long time since you had seen that place but of course you remembered Charlie Swan as kind as he had always been. Even when you were just starting to think about moving back to Forks he was the first to help you get a safe home for you and your daughter. You remembered looking up for Charlie's old phone number hoping it was still the same and when you dialed and heard the man's voice behind the phone you sighed in relief. At last life seemed to be smiling on you after a long time and Charlie was quick to offer to help you if you decided to return to town.

He told you about a house for sale next to his. The owner was elderly and preferred to live with one of her children and earn income from the house near the forest that could be bought by curious tourists so Charlie convinced her to sell you the house and at a lower price than she was originally asking because the house needed some repairs that he could do. So you thought no more about it and packed your things to return to Forks after the horrible years you had lived in Brownsville.

Charlie picked you up at the airport in his police cruiser and avoided turning on the siren cause Cassie was already half asleep in your arms when you got off the plane and he didn't want to disturb her, but Cassie had the strength to stay awake long enough to make him promise that next time he would turn on the siren as they drove around town.

The truth was that Charlie Swan was an angel. He arranged everything so you would have a quick return and even now he was bothering to get all your stuff out of the moving truck so you wouldn't have the worry of doing it later.

"Nonsense, I'm happy to do it. Besides, it's my day off."

"And that's why you shouldn't be doing all this. I know vacations for police officers are non-recurring."

"I'm the chief, I have certain privileges."

"Still."

"Well, I wasn't going to let you do this on your own" he replied, carrying the boxes with your and Cassie's clothes. He set them down on the kitchen island and leaned back against them to rest. You walked over and settling Cassie better in your arms you sat down in one of the chairs Charlie had given you "Billy and Jacob will be here in a little while to get all this settled so you can have your first night here without any problems."

"I still think it's too much. Stop spoiling me like this, Charlie, you even gave me part of your dining room!"

"Ah, it was nothing. Bella and I recently bought a new one and we didn't want to take it to the dump cause it still has some use. The table is made out of good wood and the chairs are freshly upholstered. Look at it, it suits perfectly!"

"That's not the point" you said, glancing sideways at the newly arranged dining room near the kitchen "The point is that you're doing a lot for me and it's not fair."

"Your father would have done the same for Bella if it had been about me" he replied reaching for a bottle of water from the installed cooler. A sudden tension appeared in the room as you both remembered what your father's life was like in Forks "Jackson was my best friend for a long time and when he died...I promised him that I would seek you out and support you as if you were my own and that is precisely what I am doing."

"You wouldn't have if I hadn't left and hadn't abandoned him. He died because of me"

"That's not true."

"He was left alone when I left. He died of grief"

"He died from the heart valve disease he had. Your father suffered it from a young age and even so, you had a right to look for your mother"

"I wish I hadn't" you murmured, cooing to Cassie who was beginning to get annoyed by the noise of your voices "I abandoned my father and didn't find anything worthwhile"

"Well, that doesn't matter anymore, stop tormenting yourself and thinking you killed your father. I was with him. He loved you and he died peacefully, remember him as the good man he was, child."

You sighed. Cassie went back to sleep peacefully

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I know it's not the same, but you have me now and I'd rather die than let you leave again, do you hear me?"

"Easy, I have no intention of doing that" you half smiled "I'm running away from the tracks I left in Brownsville, I have no desire to go back under any circumstances. What I'm worried about is that the tracks won't rub off and show the way to the one I'm hiding from"

Charlie clicked his tongue.

"That should be the least of your problems. I have a gun and I know how to use it. He'll have to deal with that first before he gets to you."

"Thanks, Charlie."

"Although, if Chief Swan is as good at shooting as he is at fishing then you'll have to learn how to handle a gun yourself, honey" a voice appeared from the doorway followed by a young man's laughter.  You looked up meeting the unmistakable face of Billy Black next to his son Jacob. Billy entered your house being pushed by Jacob leaving him next to Charlie as he rolled his eyes "Be a little more modest, buddy."

"There's nothing wrong with bragging once in a while."

"Yeah, but you do it all the time."

"Shut up."

"Make me"

Charlie got up from his spot lunging towards Billy who ina swift movement spun the wheels of his chair avoiding Charlie's attack thus beginning a chase through the house dodging the obstacles of boxes on the floor. Jacob laughed taking Charlie's place in front of you.

"I thought we were coming to help with the move, not to watch them play like preschoolers?"

"Me too. I think Cassie will get along with them."

"Your little girl will beat them up right away"

"Probably."

You giggled quietly avoiding waking Cassie as Charlie and Billy finished their game to go back to the truck and get the last boxes, then you could finally get everything settled at home. Jacob smiled, looking at you

"I'm Jacob. You may not remember me but..."

"Are you kidding? I used to give you the bottle."

"No you didn't."

"Of course i did! My dad used to visit your parents a lot and he used to take me with him. You were a newborn baby and I used to volunteer to help Sarah feed you. You were the worst baby ever. You cried too loudly and squeezed the bottle with your swollen gums. Then you'd throw the milk back and you used to get really messy. Your poop was the smelliest I could remember."

"Don't say that!" he replied, embarrassed "I see you do remember me."

"And Quill and Embry. Tell me, are they still the same old fools?"

"They haven't changed at all."

You laughed.

"Perfect."

"Ok, these are the last boxes" announced Charlie walking into the house carrying with him a small box with Cassie's toys. Billy came in behind with some boxes on his lap "I think now we can get everything organized and finishing in time for you to get some rest."

"I'll clean up the little girl's room" offered Jacob standing up "then I'll fill the closet and set up the bed so you can lay her down, you must be tired from carrying her around for so long. is that okay with you?" he asked you. You nodded

"Yes, thank you Jacob."

"You're welcome. Give me that" The boy took the boxes off his father's legs and picked up Charlie's, all with one arm and with the other he carried the folding base of the bed. You opened your eyes wide 

"Easy, big guy, when did you get so strong?"

"I don't know. It just... showed up" he replied disappearing up the stairs

"It showed up" said Charlie "Ah, I hope shows up something like that to me"

"Don’t hold your breath as that happens" Billy joked.

"I should do something for lunch" you said trying to stand up. You were going to put Cassie down on one of the couches and put some cushions around her, but Charlie won't let you. Billy agreed 

"None of that. We'll order something."

"But..."

"Nothing" interrupted Billy "We'll buy pizza"

"You guys really need to stop doing this" you reproached. Billy picked up his phone

"Ah, sorry, you had to say that earlier, I'm already on the call."

"You guys are unbelievable"

Charlie smiled

"We know. oh I'll get Bella, she hasn't said hello yet" Charlie walked out before you could say anything else and closed the door dismissing the moving truck. Billy smiled complicitly, placed the order, gave the address and left the cell phone on the kitchen bar

"Dinner is served."

"Thank you."

"They had children's menu, so I ordered it for Cassie. I hear their brownies are delicious. Maybe I'll steal it for myself."

"I'll keep it as a secret"

Billy nodded with a smile and as the food arrived you chatted animatedly about what had happened in your absence, he also told you things about your father and all the times they went fishing together before his death. You were enjoying Billy's stories when time began to pass and Charlie didn’t return with Bella as he promised. Jacob was finishing Cassie's room and when the pizza arrived he came downstairs immediately, asking about Charlie's whereabouts.

"He went to get Bella, but he hasn't come back yet."

"That's strange, his house is right next door."

"Maybe something came up for him at the station" Billy shrugged.

You  decided to wait for the Swans to eat, but seeing that they didn't show up Jacob offered to investigate what was going on when suddenly the door opened and a very worried Charlie Swan walked in wiping the sweat from his brow

"Bella’s missing."

"What?"

Jacob suddenly became alert and Billy remained static in his place. You felt a knot in your stomach. While riding in the police cruiser that morning, you had heard something about tourist disappearances and wild creatures killing people in the woods and you feared Bella might be in that kind of danger. You were never close, but you knew her and occasionally went out together to talk or share a movie night. You still hadn't seen her after the years you were away and the least you wanted was for something bad to happen to her.

"Did you talk to any of her friends?"

"She was with them during classes, but they lost track of her on her way here. I'll call the Cullens, maybe..."

"You didn't know?" asked Billy "The Cullens left Forks, Charlie."

"Where did they go?"

"We'll find her" encouraged Jacob "But we have to go out and look for her before dark."

"I'll go with you" you said "I'll take Cassie to her room and..."

"No, no, stay" Charlie asked you "I left a note for Bella at home in case she comes back she’ll know that she has to come here and wait for me. If she does, call me right away, please" you nodded

"I'll call Harry and ask him to join along with the boys" Billy said and wheeled away down the hallway holding the phone to his ear. Charlie and Jacob left and you decided to take Cassie to the room, go down to the kitchen and make some coffee for the Brigadiers and Bella. If she was alone in the woods and the night was catching up with her then she was going to need something hot to get her strength back. 

You hoped with all your heart that she was all right. For her, for Charlie.

.

.

.

Hours passed one after another with no sign of Bella. Your driveway was carpeted with people and police cruisers specially brought by Charlie to search for Bella. The entire town was scoured by officers from the early hours of the night, yet there was no trace of the chief's daughter. You decided to join the search taking the opportunity that Sue Clearwater was playing with Cassie - who was awakened by the ruckus of the patrol cars - asking if it was a good idea to search for her in the woods, but Harry refused.

"It's too dangerous, we don't know what might be among the trees. We can't risk losing any more people."

You were about to object his words when Jacob came up to you putting a hand on your shoulder telling you that he was right and that the forest was something not to be taken lightly. So you gave up, deciding to go back inside and refill the coffee pot when Jacob alerted Charlie that someone had found Bella.

A tall man walked in a straight line toward the Brigadiers where Billy and Harry watched him with restrained relief. He had a stocky frame and Bella unconscious in his arms seemed to weigh no more than a feather. His cropped black hair was messy and his lack of a shirt told you that the icy cold of the city didn't affect him at all

You knew him. His face was very familiar yet strange at the same time. You were back in Forks after a few years, but you knew that no one could change that much in that period of time.

Sam Uley was holding Bella and Charlie took her in his arms as he came out of the stupor and relief of having found his daughter. The Brigadiers sighed in unison and Billy thanked them all. You wanted to do something, to approach Charlie, to ask him if he needed help with Bella, but your eyes were caught in Sam’s. 

They were dark, wild, like the forest behind him. You remembered him perfectly. 

Before you left Forks you two were close friends and came to like each other as something more, but your leaving ended that and what you might have been up to that point.

You tried to look away, but then Sam's huge body began to shake, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground resting his hands on the dirt. Harry Clearwater reacted and approached him asking if he was okay.

"Tired" you heard him whisper causing you to shudder. Harry helped him up, whispered something in his ear and after taking one last look at you he disappeared into the woods. Harry walked back towards you.

"I thought the forest was dangerous"

"For us."

"What do you mean?"

Harry looked at you. Then he looked at his wife with Cassie in her arms standing at the doorway . He smiled.

"You'll find out soon, child"