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yaut-jaknowit · 4 months ago

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Human accidentally saving a Yautja? The human is oblivious to the fact that they saved him?

Could be spicy. it could be sweet, just a thought bouncing around in the head.

A Total Smash

Pairings: Dai'stbaen (Male Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 6410 (thirteen pages... THIRTEEN PAGES)

Summary: The mountains are your home. Deep in winter, you head into town to get your necessary supplies to survive for two weeks. A rumor roams throughout the small town. You are put on edge. Upon the trip back up to your home, far from civilization, you had no time to react.

Author Note: Okay, okay, bear with me. It's been a hot moment since I last posted. I've got four in total in the vault to post. I wanted to catch up a little since my new job has been time consuming. I did warn you guys my writing may slow down unfortunately, but I'm fighting through it! Also, I'm so sorry but I wasn't able to get to the smut part. If you shot me a dm or another ask, I'm more than happy to continue. I'll even shoot it to the top of my list for you!

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Part 2

Deep in the mountains, where cell service was spotty at best, nestled your warm, comfortable home. It housed you and two dogs. There was nothing more than needed for this relaxing life you live. With internet at the house, you can work remotely for your job. Never required to come in and barely show your face.

Both dogs, Kodiak and Vivian, were curled up happily on the couches. Each dog getting their own seat to themselves. You huffed with a soft smile at the sight before grabbing your keys. “Okay, babies, I’ll be back. Be good for me!” you called out to them. Only Vivian raised her head. Besides that, neither made an effort to say goodbye to you.

With that, you went out the front door. A bitter cold instantly rained down on you. It tried to bite through your jacket to steal away your warm. The jacket held strong while you hustled towards your auto-started truck. A necessity if living this far from town and in the dead of winter. A little Nissan wasn’t going to get you even down your driveway in this kind of weather.

Inside the vehicle, it was wonderfully warm and toasty. The heat blasted while the butt warmers worked their magic. I put the key into the ignition then carefully crawled down the driveway.

The trip to the store was uneventful. Just the same people you see every two weeks when you make the adventure down to town. Everyone knows everyone. They know who you are and know this is the day you come in. Usually, you get the same thing every time. Once in a blue moon, you’ll find something of interest and place that into your cart as well.

Today was no different than any other. You grabbed the necessary items and piled your cart up. Items that would last the two weeks away from civilization. That included fresh fruits and vegetables. Those would be stretching it to last that long. Yet, they were part of your diet. You made due.

Susan, a young woman, brightened up at the sight of you. The gloomy teenager was the daughter of the owner. Her mother made her work here. Something she complained about often. You could agree with her. She may seem rude on the outside but once you break past that shell, she was a dear to chat with.

The two of you caught up on intel about what’s been happening around the town. Mainly, Susan chatted your ear off. Apparently, Rick, a well known hunter, had gone missing. It was like he up and vanished from thin air. You may not know the man well but you’ve allowed him to stay at your home while he went up further into the mountains to hunt.

Then, Susan began to rave about a new guy that just moved into town. She instantly called dibs on him and pointed an accusing finger at you. “Dibs! He’s mine. Don’t even think about it,” she playfully scolded and continued to scan more of the items you were buying.

A laugh bubbled in your chest. Both of your hands were raised at the sides of your head, in surrender. “Okay, okay. I got the message. He’s all yours.” Not that you think this man was old enough for you to dabble with. You weren’t interested anyhow. No one in town… really riled you up. Which explains your dry spell.

She narrowed her eyes at you for a moment before relaxing. “Good. I’ve been trying to get his number the moment I’ve heard he moved in,” she told you, shoulders sagging.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” The words may seem apologetic, but Susan knew better. There was sarcasm hidden between them.

Instead of her finger, she threatened you with a log of ground beef you were going to use for burgers or tacos. “Oh hush, miss ‘lonely on top of my mountain’. I don’t know how you do it. Only having those two dogs as company. Seems so lonely and cruel to yourself.” Susan shook her head, letting her blonde hair sway side to side.

You chuckled with a grin and leaned on the counter. “I’m a loner. It’s not a bad life. Bills paid. The forest as my backyard. The birds and squirrels greeting me in the morning. With a small river to dip my feet in every day. It’s peaceful and relaxing. You should try it,” you offered with a teasing glint in your eyes.

“With Rick missing, I wouldn’t step foot out there. Who knows what took him. What if it’s like a Green River killer situation happening? You could be next. You would be a perfect opportunity.” The last of the items were scanned. You put your card into the reader. “All alone. You only come down into town every two weeks. No cell service. If you were killed, we wouldn’t know until the next time you were suppose to come in.”

With all of that laid down in front of you, the realization of the situation with Rick hit you. Yes, you could next. But, for someone to find your property that far into the mountains, they would need to specifically hunt you down.

“Susan, I’m fine. I got a gun, my dogs, and a lot of courage. Why else would I like so far from civilization? I knew the risks. I’m willing to take it.” You pulled the card out of the reader and slipped it back into your wallet. “Plus, Kodiak and Vivian would alert me if someone was near. They’re good guard dogs.” Well, not Vivi. Kodiak, was though.

The teenager reached across the counter to grasp your hand. “I still worry. You’re… one of my few friends that I feel close to. Please, don’t let you go missing too,” she pleaded with a hurt look etched into her features. You placed your other hand on top of hers and patted it.

“I won’t. You know me. I fight like hell,” you reassured her. Susan looked at you for a few more moments before taking back her hand. The two of you said your goodbyes before you left the store with a full cart.

On the drive back home, your thoughts were slightly scrambled from the fact there was Rick was missing. He knew the forest like the back of his hand. Any of the kids in town who wanted to learn to hunt went to him. He was an excellent hunter. One of the bests out there. But now… he was MIA. That thought churned your stomach.

Whilst in the deep end of your thoughts, your truck came around a corner. The snow on the road wasn’t terrible. A current flurry fell to cover the ground. It only made the sight difficult to see in front of you. Yet, you knew this roads like the back of your hand.

The added weight in the back of your reliable truck aided you well. You happily kept trucking your way along and popping to the sounds of your music.

Before it registered in your mind, something smashed into the grill guard on the front of your truck. Whatever it was went flying and disappeared through the flakes that filled the air. You gasped and stupidly stomped on the brakes. What little road there was present caught your tires and thankfully stopped you rapidly.

You were out of the vehicle before you knew it and rushing towards whatever you had hit. The snow was slick under your feet and took you into the embankment. Your feet were no longer underneath you. A short yell escaped you. You found yourself sunk into two feet of snow. When you get home, it seems like you’ll be stripping. The last thing you wanted was to get sick.

As you slowly rose to your feet, one of your hands landed on something that didn’t feel like it should be. Warmth greeted your palm. In this weather? It’s below freezing.

A confused expression pinched at your features. With a caution that guided your moves, you began to brush away the snow you must have pushed onto whatever this is.

One brush revealed something dark under the snow. The light of the day showed the surface to be… scaly? That’s the best word you could come up with. You peered down to see a fishnet like material that covered the scales. All you could think of was a stripper. Did you hit a… stripper? What the hell was a stripper doing this far from town? Why?

Despite it being imposable, the figure was warm. Pleasantly warm to the touch. You uncovered more and more until you come to release this was a human? Sort of. It had a humanoid form but wore a mask of metal. It covered the lower portion of its face to show off two deep eyes which were closed.

Whoever this was, wasn’t normal. The head shape was what screamed at you. Then, the strange rubbery like dreads that sprouted from underneath its dome shape head. Whiskers that looked to be made of the same material as its hair created eyebrows that crawled up the edges of its head.

Was this the thing you hit?! Your hand wrapped around its wrist, only to find that your fingers couldn’t even encircle it. There was at least two inches of space. But, you turned its wrist so the underside pointed skyward. Two fingers were placed on where a pulse point would be on human.

The warmth the form produced was amazing. The snow was melting when it fell on its exposed body. You almost wished to snuggle against it and savor its heat. Instead, you felt like behind your fingertips with relief. Now, what were you going to do with it?

For a moment, you glanced at your truck and knew the tonneau cover on the bed of your truck would be protective. There was not a chance in a million years that you could lift its hulking form and seat in it. The bed of your truck would be the easiest to get it into your truck. You didn’t know what it was. That was the scary part. But, you felt awful for smashing into it. The poor thing unconscious and lying in a ditch.

Your bottom lip was gnawed on.

With whatever strength you had, the humanoid figure found its way partial draped over your shoulders and back. Both of its muscular arms were thrown over your shoulder to help keep it up. You carefully dragged the unknown creature up the embankment and over to your truck.

Its head was next to your ear. Soft snores escaped its hidden mouth. The corner of your mouth curls up in a softly smirk. The sound was adorable for something so big. You didn’t except it make such a noise.

Your legs quivered with the strain of holding the creature up and reaching for your tailgate. The door eased down and offered you the needed space. A grunt surged past your lips. You tossed his upper portion onto the tailgate. The back end of your truck lowered with the added weight. Then, you bent down to grab its lower legs.

The strength it took to get the rest of it inside nearly made a vein pop in your forehead. You panted and leaned against your truck, head tilted back. The biting cold and falling snowflakes made your nose cold. You pushed the rest of it far enough before closing the gate with a slam. One more glance around provided no results. Just the empty forest that surrounded you.

You got back into your truck with a shuttering breath. Heat blasted in your face and unfroze the skin. It felt wonderful compared to the cold that clawed desperately to suck away your warmth. But, the metal of the vehicle protected you. You put it into drive and continued the drive back home to your dogs.

On the way back, all you could think of was the creature. What was it? And why was it out here of all places? This was the middle nowhere. There was no cell service. Nothing out here. Just the way you like it. Yet, here was this monstrous, towering beast that didn’t look human. Here you are, taking it home… to do what? Take care of it? To nurture it back to health? Well, you did hit him with your truck. That, you felt bad about.

White blanketed the entire front area of your driveway. The snow still coming down heavily at this point. You stepped out. The bitter cold returning to steal your heat. You trudged to the front door and unlocked before returning to the tailgate of your truck. It took little effort to pull it open and reveal the still unconscious body. You didn’t know what you would’ve done if it was awake. That was the last thing you wanted to deal with right now.

From the front door to your current position, it was about fifteen feet. The front porch was protected by the overhang. You gathered your strength and nerves before dragging the form closer to you. The truck continued shake at the weight of the creature. This was going to be difficult. You lugged the chest of it onto your back while slinging it’s arms over your shoulders. Not even the full weight was upon you and you felt like it was about to crush you. The adrenaline from before had worn off during the drive.

The muscles of your thighs trembled as you strained to get it out. You guess this was your sign to work out from more. It took a lot of finesse to lug the form out so it could be draped haphazardly over the top of you. One step after another, you worked your way to the front door and kicked it open. Both dogs charged out the front door to greet you. They raced up to the two of you and heavily sniffed at the legs of the creature.

“Guys! Stop! It’s difficult enough to carry this thing without either of you trying to drag it down,” you scold the two with a stern voice. Both of them eased up on their excitement but continued to take in its scent. You sighed and finally entered your home after such a long day.

The creature flopped down onto your couch the best you could with it’s size. It was massive, not even fitting on your full length couch. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand in a humorous manner before marching out the front door again. From there, you hauled in the days work you had gone out to retrieve.

Once everything was inside the house, the door was closed and animates corralled back inside. All the food and supplies you got were swiftly put away before you got out the first aid. You didn’t know what you could do for it without any medical knowledge. It was let bleeding by the looks of it. You knelt besides it on the couch and noticed what looked to be bruising and swelling all along its right side. The grill guard. Your fingers gingerly ran along the blazing scales.

This was all your fault.

With the limited knowledge to care for serious injuries, you grabbed an ice pack from deep within your freezer. Kodiak and Vivian came over to investigate why you weren’t giving them attention. Kodiak, the bigger of the two, had his hackles raised and stood rigid a few feet away from the two of you. On the other hand, Vivian nudged her short, boxer nose into the creatures very human-like hand. The main difference was the scales and long black claws that tipped each finger. You shuttered and placed the cloth wrapped ice packs on the swelling.

Wheezing sounded with each inhale and exhale. The noise worried you. It wasn’t like you could take it doctor though. One look at this thing would have the FBI and CIA on your ass the second afterwards.

Despite it looking dangerous, the last thing you wanted was to put it through more harm. You already hit it with your truck and sent it flying like a reindeer through the air. The evidence was blooming on its two-tones scales. A mix of burgundy and tan. The red turning dark in some areas.

Upon closer inspection, skin was spilt on its forehead. Red blood did not flood from the cut. But a neon green that glowed despite the light in your living room. You did the best you could to tend to the mediocre cut. It wasn’t like it needed to be worried over. You fulfilled your duties then stepped away to prepare for dinner. There wasn’t much else you could do for it.

Now, it was up to fate if it is to wake up.

Amidst the preparation of dinner, your dogs whined and begged for their own. A glance at the clock told you it was past their dinner time. You were swift to make up a healthy concoction of raw meat, eggs, and a couple of vitamins to sprinkle on top. Their bowls were set in their respected spots. Each dog was given their command to eat.

Satisfied with that, you happily returned to making yourself food for the night. Every once in a while, you would glance over at the limp body still blanketing your couch. You still couldn’t believe how massive it was. If it were to stand, it would easily tower over you. You were thankful it hadn’t woken up though. You didn’t know what you would do when it would possibly wake up.

Water boiled in an otherwise empty pot. You side stepped to reach for the box of pasta. At the same time, you peered over your shoulder for a fleeting moment. The couch was empty. The box became your focus. You opened it up before pausing.

The couch was empty.

Heat flooded your backside.

A scream left your lips. Your body reacted before your mind fully comprehend the situation. You spun around and chucked the box of open pasta at the wall of muscles that stood directly behind you. It bounced off and scattered loose noodles all over the ground.

The wall didn’t move. Another scream left your lips. You scrambled to get towards the bat next to your door. Kodiak was the first to react and come bounding into the kitchen at full speed. A deep rumbling growl filled the air. Angry barks echoed off of the walls.

The cold metal of the bat met your palm. You whipped around and wielded your new weapon in the face of your intruder. Only to pause at the sight of the towering figure in your kitchen. Despite the lower portion of its face covered, its eyes clearly showed the confusion inside of them. It glanced down at the spilled pasta then at you. You gulped and kept the bat in front of you. God, it looked like it could take this thing away from you and bend it into a pretzel.

When it made no move towards as the tense seconds passed by, you timidly lowered the bat. Your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips. “You’re… awake,” you stated the obvious. But, you didn’t know what to say. Could it even understand you?

Intelligence shone in its bright, yellow eyes.

Nothing human-like.

It took a moment to take in its surroundings and ignored the snarling, slobbering dog in front of him. Its form was lax. You didn’t know if that should scare you or not.

“Kodiak!” you recalled the protective, black mut to you. His growls died down. His eyes didn’t leave the towering form the creature. He expertly walked over to you and stood in front of you. His body acting like a wall.

Vivian roamed into the kitchen, nose towards the ground. The boxer mutt sniffed at the fallen pasta until she came upon the creature. Her tongue lolled out while she tilted her head up. Her tail began to wag.

The two of them are polar opposites.

Fear gripped your heart. It knelt down and started to stroke her head. You didn’t miss the way it winced at the move. Guilt flooded you. It was your fault it was in this situation. Injured. The least you could do was offer a roof over its head and a full belly. Hopefully, that would save you from any transgressions. The last thing you wanted to do was piss it off. Those arms could tear your head straight from your body.

Bright yellow eyes returned to your timid form. In the eyes of a predator. Your heartrate began to pick up. You swallowed hard. “How, how are you feeling?” Thoughts were racing in your mind. Maybe, you could offer it some painkillers to ease off the agony of what looked to be broken ribs. They were at least bruised and could even be cracked. If they were broken, you wouldn’t forgive yourself. It was hard enough with the knowledge you had hit it.

A shuttering breath escaped your quivering lungs. It stared at you. All while petting Vivian. She just sat there, happy as a clam. Her tail wagging away in delight. Kodiak didn’t leave you despite his adoptive sister getting attention.

Then, it stood up. You felt yourself shrink. It was evident that this thing could move without you noticing. It shouldn’t be possible with its size and mass. None of the floorboards had creaked when it originally snuck up behind you.

While it looked at you, it felt wrong to return its gaze. As if you were poking the bear. You were making the situation worse than it already is. How could it get worse than this?!

Your front door shattering. Wood went flying at each of your feet’s. You yelled out and covered your head. The bat still gripped tightly in a death grip. A white blur zipped in front of you.

The form ignored you to wrap a hand around the creature and lifted him off of the ground. Kodiak went wild and charged without a care of his own safety. You screamed at him but he was in his own mind. To protect you.

Vivian yelped and scampered the best she could on the hard wood away from the scene. She was the smarter of the two.

Before stood a nearly ghost white humanoid form. Similar to the creature you had saved from the snow. Yet, its dreads were pure white. Devoid of any melatonin. You gasped. It had a death grip around the red creature’s throat and lifted it off of the ground. A pained grunt left its throat while it scrambled to get out of the hold.

Like son, like parent. You charged forward with the bat and smashed the metal end against the back of its white head. Ghost dropped Red with a pained grunt. Not a second was wasted. You continued to beat down on its nogging like your life depended on it. A guttural cry left your lips as you relentlessly bashed the metal bat.

A white slightly lime green hand whipped out and snatched the bat straight from your hands. Now, you were defenseless in the face of this monster.

Teeth latched onto its calf and dug in. Neon green blood sprayed out and soaked into Kodiak’s maw. You took the chance to back away.

A hulking body launched through the air and drug Ghost down. Fist flew. The harsh sounds of skin meeting skin in a vicious beat down filled the air. You stood there, arms slightly raised, as if you froze in the process of fleeing. All you do was watch as Red continued to introduce his knuckles to the metal of Ghost’s face.

The strength behind each punch caused the metal cave before giving. Neon green blood coated his red fists and coated them to the point it was flung everywhere. Its warmth dotted your clothing and face. But, you didn’t even flinch at the feeling.

Once Ghost had stopped moving, the punches halted. A scary calm entered the air. Red’s chest heaved with breaths but the mouth mask quieted the noise. You swallowed and pushed down the ringing in your ears. Its head whipped towards you with a rumbling snarl that nearly sent Kodiak off again. But, the lanky mutt came up to you to stand guard once in front of you.

Red realized it was you and silenced the sound immediately. Your hand carded through Kodiak’s fur to help quell the racing in your chest. The creature let his head tilt back a deep groan. Its dark dreads swayed at the move. The metal décor clinking against one another.

Your hand touched at your chest. The adrenaline in your system fading with each beat of your heart. The heat of the moment finally over. But, the fact you had nearly been slaughtered was a neon sign right in front of you. Your eyes finally focused on Red who was still straddling the dead body; of whatever they were.

In what felt like less than a minute, the situation had returned to normal. As the powerful drug left your veins, the biting cold that slithered into your expose home caused a chill down your back. You shivered and hugged at yourself.

The front door. It was nearly gone. Only bits and pieces hung on to the hinges. All the heat that was once inside the cozy home was gone. In came a cold you didn’t know how to battle.

A whimper left your lips.

A wall of muscle stood in front of you. Red’s hulking frame stood like a redwood tree over you. The first instinct was to shrink away. To flee. Pretty much. Your feet were rooted to the ground, unable to gather the strength and courage to run. To be a coward in the face of danger.

Kodiak no longer growled but his hackles were raised high. His dark brown eyes watched the unknown figure closely.

Heat rolled down in comforting waves off its body. It almost made you want to press yourself against it. You refrained from that embarrassing idea and glanced back over towards the destroyed door. “My door,” you pouted, sorrowfully and hugged yourself tighter. You had to think of something quick to keep the house a decent temperature.

Before you had a chance to get a plan in place, Red was already on the move. His body gracefully into the living room. You watched as blankets were gathered in those thick arms of his. He carried them over to the door.

As the best he could, he draped the blankets in layers. With the metal gauntlet on its arm, it punctured something into the wall multiple times. Each blanket was secured into place. It helped keep the majority of the cold out of your home.

His form stilled after he had blocked off your door. You took a breath of relief. The house was still drastically colder from the exposed elements. What he did though will help with preventing a quick exchange of temperature. You opened your mouth to speak your relief to him when the creature turned around to finally face you.

There was an air around him that made you slightly nervous. It made you off putted. With the dead body of someone like him on your floor, you had all rights to be. A life he took with his very own fists, and showed no mercy.

Yet, Ghost had come in here. A monster on a mission for the creature standing in front of you.

That left you with one major question: “What the hell happened?” you asked in a firm voice. Your heart thumped powerfully behind your breastbone. The adrenaline leaving your system and making you tired. The last thing you wanted was to pass out or grow dazed in front of him. Not when he showed what he could do without a weapon.

Red’s bright, blazing eyes were set on you. He strode across the living room to enter your space. The heat his body radiated rolled off onto you again. It made you strive to curl up against him. But, you stayed rooted in your spot and looked up at his towering frame. You were scared. At the same time, you held your own in the face of danger. A watchful, careful eye was set on him.

Your body was wracked with a shutter.

“You are cold,” he spot in a voice that barely uttered the words. It was almost like it wasn’t natural to him. His tongue and mouth wasn’t meant to form such words. Your eyes flickered wider before narrowing on him.

Both of your hands rested on your hips. “Well, no shit sherlock. It’s freezing outside and your friend here busted down my door,” you snarked at him. The cold making you a bitter human being.

All you could read on his face was his eyes. One of his brows simply raised at your words. “He was no friend.” Welp, he didn’t understand the sarcasm in your voice.

A sigh left your lips while you shook your head. The temperature was still far below a comfortable range. You recrossed your arms firmly to contain your own body heat. “Still doesn’t excuse the behavior for the fact my front door is gone.” It would take you some time before you could go back into town and get yourself a new door. You had work tomorrow. It was dangerous to be out after dark. There was no time between now and tomorrow.

You rubbed at the exposed skin on your arms with another shutter. The creature’s eyes flickered down to watch the move. He moved in. You opened your mouth to demand what he was doing then his arms wrapped around you. The warmth you’ve been craved soaked into your skin. A deep hum escaped you while you sunk against him.

“Why are you so warm?” you mumbled against the scales he had you pressed to. Your arms twitched, desperate to reach out and wrap them around him. Yet, you held back to keep some sort of composure in front of a beast you didn’t know.

Against your cheek, you could feel the bumps from his injured ribs. That brought you back to the present. You pulled away from him to put some distance between the two of you. “How are your ribs?” you asked in a timid voice. Now, you became hesitant to look him in the eye. That was embarrassing to be nearly drooling at the heat he produced. He should be your concern. You had been the one to hit him with your truck. He’s wounded too.

His hand drifted up to said area. Rough pads grazed along the swollen spot on his left side. You winced. It looked worse than before. The fighting must have agitated them more.

A shrug came from him. “They are… fine,” he struggled to find the last word at first.

In all honesty, you weren’t convinced but had to take his word for it. You glanced down at the body then back at him. The front door was unusable. There was the back door.

God, you didn’t want to deal with this now. Worse of all, you lost your appetite. You jolted then rushed over into the kitchen.

Water boiled over the edge of the pot and created a dangerous mess. You instantly turned off the heat and leaned on the counter. You weren’t going to say it but this day had turned worse. Sometimes, it was best to keep your trap shut. That, you learned the hard way.

Pained grunts sounded behind you. You peered over your shoulder at the sight of Red picking up Ghost’s body. He tossed it onto his shoulders, fireman style, with little issues. Your jaw dropped at the sight. Red glanced at you for a fleeting moment before walking towards the only other door in your home. You watched as he stepped out into the snow and darkness.

Despite no light, the snow reflect any and all light. Red walked and walked upon he was barely visible. The body slid off of his shoulders and was quickly swallowed up by the feet of snow that blanketed the area.

No one would find the body. Not this far out. Who would be looking for it in the first place? Clearly, they weren’t from here. They were… from somewhere else.

Red came trudging back into the house and closed the door behind him.

Before a silence could engulf the two of you, you took a breath in. “I don’t know if you know… but I had hit you with my truck. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t even know someone would be out there. No one should be. But here we are. Um, and in return, you are more than welcome to stay here as long as you want. My apologies for hitting you and such,” you stated to him and pushed off of the counter to stand up to your full height.

“There’s not much here. The other two bedrooms are taken. One for the dogs. The other for storage. Not like they had a bed in either of them. Y-you can stay in my room though. It’s big. It’s better than the couch.” God, you kept rambling on and on.

He chuffed. “It will grow cold out here. A ooman such as yourself wouldn’t battle the weather and win.” Your timid status nearly turned at his words. You wanted to smack him for the comment but refrained from doing so. Your head tilted at the use of ‘ooman’. It almost sounded like… human. Could he no say the word?

“What are you suggesting then?” you asked, unsure what he was trying to say.

“We sleep together.” The color drained from your face. Heat blazed to a burning fire all over your face. “We use each other’s body heat. Mostly, keeping you from freezing and dying on me.” He stepped close enough you saw the dimensions of his eyes. “You don’t realize it, but you not only saved me once but twice.”

Confusion took over your features.

“In the forest, on the road. I was fighting against the bad blood. You had came along in your vehicle and hit him. Then, just now.” Wait… you had hit both of them?! Your face morphed into horror. “As much as it pains me to admit to such a thing, you had saved my life twice. As per my honor code that I am bound to, I am in debt. I shall not let harm come to you.”

“Hold up! Hold up. Let me get this straight. I hit both of you.” You began to count off on your fingers with each point. “I somehow saved your life then. I drag you here. I save you again from… a bad blood? My god. What in the hell are you?!” You had both of your hands pointed at him. Your body very animate with your words.

“A Yautja. My name is Dai’stbaen. I am an enforcer,” he explains and forfeits information to you. You clutched at your forehead. “I hunt down bad bloods. Rouges of my kind and kill them.” You had to lean back against the counter again to keep yourself upright. All of this information was flying far too fast at you.

Then… it struck you. “You’re an alien.” It was more of a statement than a question. He wasn’t from earth. Aliens were real. Oh god. You felt lightheaded, on the verge of passing out from all of this hitting you straight in the face. A keen left your throat.

Dai…st’baen dipped his massive dome head. Your gaze was pinned to the floor but you weren’t looking at anything. You were trapped inside of the flying thoughts that turned into a hurricane.

Clearly, there was no sanity left inside of you. Not at this rate.

“Okay then.” After what felt like hours, you finally came to a conclusion. In the moment, you had to just roll with it. Adapt. Survive. A life you knew far too much about while living in the middle of nowhere. You met his eyes. “Well… um, this has been an eventful day. But, I think it’s time to turn it if you don’t mind. I need… to sleep on all of this.” Maybe some sleep could help you think clearer tomorrow.

The burgundy figure looked at you, eyes studying your figure for long moment. You took the moment to step around him and head towards your bedroom. “Come along, I’ll show you.”

Despite not hearing any pitter patter of feet, you felt his huge presence behind you. Like a shadow. You showed him into your room. It wasn’t much. But it was your space that you enjoyed. Yet, here you were, about to share it with someone else. Someone not even your own species.

One of your hands motioned towards the bed. “There’s the bed. I’ll go and grab some more blankets for you. It’ll… be really cold.” The sun was gone far below the horizon. There was no heat to share from the outdoors. It was all on the two of you to survive.

His bright eyes watched as you scurry into the hallway. Though, you wanted to be away from the scrutiny of his powerful gaze, you were swift to get armfuls of blankets. The night won’t be forgiving. Heat was essential to staying alive in a place like this. You didn’t know if he understood that or not. It wasn’t like he needed to be wrapped up in twenty blankets. He was a furnace himself.

All the blankets were tossed onto the bed into a pile. Then, you turned towards him. “I… uh, hope this is fine. It’ll be too cold out in the living room for me.” You really hoped he didn’t kick you out of your room. Not when the temperature could slowly drain you of your warmth.

Dai’stbaen merely shrugged before climbing onto the bed gingerly. You followed suit and wrapped yourself up in the blankets. Though this was your bed, you laid there straight as a rod and stared up at the ceiling.

This was going to be a long night.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #alien vs predator #yautja x you #yautja x human #predator x reader #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #Dai'stbaen

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leighsartworks216 · 3 months ago

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You Have Me

Sylus x gn!Reader

Sooooo I got this idea suddenly and I had to write it.... I'm sorry 😭

Warnings: major character death, love confession, unrequited love, blood, angst, hurt no comfort, forehead kiss

Word Count: 650

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You weren’t making it out of this. You had to accept that. Had to remain one with the fact that your blood was leaking out of your wounds too fast. That you can’t move without making things worse.

You know it the second Sylus lays his eyes on you. The way his jaw tightens and brow pinches together. He kneels in front of you, in a growing puddle of red. When he finally meets your eyes, he must recognize the realization in them. You’re dimly aware of Luke and Kieran shouting for help as they run through the building. It would never get here in time.

“I warned you about rushing in, kitten,” he chastises. It holds no venom. You shiver and he takes off his jacket to cover you. It does nothing to stave off the cold.

You huff. “I had to protect her,” you say. “I had to save her, for you.”

The her in question hesitates at the doorway. All her Hunter training flees from her mind. She would have been where you sat now, had you not jumped in to save her like you did. She owed you her life. You wouldn’t have time to cash in on it.

Sylus sighs. “I know.”

You reach a hand out for his cheek. He meets you halfway, not allowing you to strain yourself. Your soft touch leaves blood behind. His sharp cheeks and pale skin, tainted with your ichor. “You were never mine.”

Your eyes are glossy as you look from your rouge fingerprints to his eyes. Wet with unshed tears. Death is inevitable. You don’t want to meet it sobbing.

You smile. It’s shaky, and it sends a dagger straight through his heart. “But I have you right now… right?”

He holds your hand, pressing it firmly against his cheek. Your fingers are growing cold. Your skin is losing its color. Your cheeks don’t flush for him like they used to. “You have me.”

His other hand holds your cheek, tilting your head down as he leans forward. A kiss, lingering and carrying the weight of your life, presses to your forehead. He pulls away and stares you directly in the eye. He can’t bear to look at your wounds again.

Your body shudders. Your eyes nearly close. His hand on your face shakes you slightly, urging you to stay awake. “You… You don’t have to say it back…” you start. Your breaths are ragged and slow. You wince, but you keep your eyes locked on him. Warm tears fall down your cheeks as you blink away the black spots encroaching on your vision. “I love you… I… I always have…”

He can’t. The words stick to the back of his throat like molasses. Instead, he forces a cocky grin. “Let’s go on a trip,” he says. “Just name the place. We can go anywhere you want.”

You wheeze something that should have been a bright, bubbly laugh. “Really…?”

He nods. “We’ll take my jet. And we’ll see all the sights.”

“Even the… tourist traps…?”

“We’ll see those first.”

You smile. Your energy is waning. The candle of your life burns low, the flame flickering trying to stay above the melted wax. “I like… the sound of… that…”

He leans in close, clinging to every last word. Your hand is only on his cheek because he keeps it there. You don’t have the strength to hold it there yourself. “And we’ll go to every shop that catches your eye. I’ll buy you anything you want.” He corrects himself, “Everything you want.”

You nod faintly. Your lips move, but no sound comes out. He presses his forehead to yours.

“You have me,” he whispers.

You smile. Your eyes flutter shut. He feels your last breath on his face. The smile doesn’t fully fade. The corners of your mouth stubbornly refuse to fall. A cold tear brushes his thumb.

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robogalaxies · 4 months ago

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☎️ - The Unneeded But Happily Researched Crumbs Of Everything We Know About The Commissioner

“If anything happens… I’ll deny I ever knew you.”

The Commissioner is, as we all know, a mystery, and I hope it stays that way, but I put it upon myself to wrangle every little tidbit of information we have on him outside of giving cases! I do this solely because of three things:

I have nothing better to do

I find myself strangely endeared to his character (i.e. I do a gay little "favorite character" clap every time I hear him mentioned)

I want to share all my random knowledge with you all because I go digging for it in every S&M media there is

I'll be dividing this up into 4 sections for ease of access: comics lore, games lore (HtR, Telltale, TTIV), cartoon lore, and misc. lore. Some things MAY be assumptions based on other characters' reactions to what he MIGHT be saying or say about him, sure, but I will source all information on where to find it & provide images when they can be easily provided!~ If anything new comes up or I have forgotten something, I'll update. Until then... hope you love both hyperlinks and "at least I laughed at it" style commentary! ☎️

Comics Lore

The introduction of The Commissioner, as with everyone else! Small tidbits of his quite understated character outside of being The Phone are here, obviously, including:

the Commissioner's one and only speech bubble! (Bad Day on The Moon)

the beginnings of the implied "I love you" statements towards Sam & Max with an "XOXO" on a postcard (Bad Day on The Moon)

he shows SOME disdain towards Sam & Max's attitudes towards achieving their goals, being the one specifically to tell them to go on a road trip (On the Road #1, "Prisoners of The Casbah")

Games Lore

Hit the Road

The Commissioner is barely a character in this game (big surprise, right?) and you do not get much information on him minus the bare minimum of "he is Sam & Max's boss," so there's not much to be said here. In fact, I don't know why I mentioned it. Great game, though, go play it! Now! I'll wait until you get back :)

Save The World

Welcome back! There're only minor silly tidbits here, but they're needed for this comprehensive list. Everything is worth mentioning about a character with nothing to his name but "The Commissioner." I mean, you're reading this post, right?

wears bifocals! 👓 ("The Mole, The Mob, and The Meatball")

was once in contact with & worked with Harry Moleman, as he sent him to be the mole for the Toy Mafia. Crossover of the century... I wonder if he knows how far poor Harry has fallen ("The Mole, The Mob, and The Meatball")

Takes Sam & Max out for dinner sometimes, apparently, if they do well enough on their cases! Squirrel Garden sounds disgusting, but I'd be jazzed too if they also had the free breadsticks ("The Mole, The Mob, and The Meatball")

likely just a quick jab, so I don't really know why I'm putting it here other than humor, but Max apparently doesn't trust him! I hope that gets solved; Commissioner is sorta signing his meager paychecks ("Bright Side of The Moon")

Beyond Time and Space

The middle child of the Telltale trilogy, this game has barely anything in terms of tidbits given that he really only assigns the beginning cases in 1 out of 5 episodes, and even then, that doesn't give a single thing away. Despite this, there's gotta be one or two tidbits we should learn, right? Sure!

is aware of Sam's insistence on answering the phone & seemingly asks straight up why he didn't answer (What's Up, Beelzebub?)

Can confirm an "I love you" towards Max... d'aww! (What's Up, Beelzebub?)

The Devil's Playhouse

The Commissioner barely shows up or is referenced in this game, mainly due to the story existing outside of the common framing of "assigning cases," but we learn two small yet revealing tidbits:

British Columbian! 🇨🇦 (The City That Dares Not Sleep)

Has provided books on cultural and racial sensitivity for Sam & Max because they kept "reducing people to obvious stereotypes." (The City That Dares Not Sleep)

This Time, It's Virtual!

The phone exists yet again... but in your VR HEADSET! Some fairly funny Commissioner lore in this one even if you, like almost everyone I've seen in this fandom, dislike or even hate this game:

His family is in hiding, and I'm assuming Witness Protection?! Must come with the territory (phone call after completing first three Freelance Training segments in-game)

Can confirm an "I love you" of some sort said to Sam ... d'aww! (phone call after completing first three Freelance Training segments in-game)

Signs off even official, legal wanted posters with "The Commissioner," asking people to seek the help of Freelance Police & associates himself as PART of the Freelance Police!

signs your certificate at the end of the game, which mentions the Illuminati in conjunction with his name for some reason! What kind of policing are we running here....??

Cartoon Lore

Truly, the 90s cartoon is where most Commissioner lore lies if we take into consideration all of these happen within the same universe, which we likely shouldn't. This being said, the cartoon provides us with the only picture we have of the guy (see post photo above the cut). Alongside this, we also get a LOT more information than any other media:

before we even start the information in the ACTUAL cartoon, Sam & Max say within the show's initial Bible believe he's out to kill them, in some way, saying they're the "troubled, ungrateful sons he never had." That's so sweet ... in a way. As well, there's a very small section dedicated to the Commissioner as a character, though not much is said that we don't already know (Sam & Max Cartoon Series Bible)

has Geek's number, or at least a number to the Sub-Basment of Solitude, as he calls it more than once over the course of the series, which makes me wonder how well he may or may not know Geek! Like a grandniece or something (episodes 1, "The Thing That Wouldn't Stop It" & 3b, "They Came from Down There")

cried over the story of Sam & Max having to get rid of John, their beloved alligator son... must be a shared parental instinct (episode 6a, "That Darn Gator")

apparently sends sticker books in case briefings on a semi-regular basis, as Sam comments that he "loves when the Commissioner does that" as if it has happened before - how whimsical! (episode 6b, "We Drop at Dawn")

confirms the Commissioner as a legitimate police commissioner alongside being Sam & Max's boss (episode 6b, "We Drop at Dawn")

seemingly very fussy if not given his private bathroom and honor bar. Fancy stuff, Commissioner, & he apparently allows Sam and Max up there! Or not, they just sorta bust in. Whatever! Sharing is caring (episode 6b, "We Drop at Dawn")

the Commissioner has a DAUGHTER! and somehow, Sam & Max got invited to her WEDDING! I think she's beautiful and I hope she doesn't resent her special day getting ruined (episode 11a, "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang")

that iconic, signed, chest only photo given with the solemn, loving, promise of "If anything ever happens, I'll deny I ever knew you," followed by Max crying that it's "It's just... so him." - what a loving, tender and slightly bordering on oddly familial relationship he has with Sam and Max... stop, I'll start crying! (episode 13, "The Final Episode")

Misc. Lore

These are lore tidbits that are present in mediums either outside of the media itself, belong in a game that is not technically part of the larger S&M canon, or has to do with out of media context, but should be included anyway because why not!

gifts Sam & Max a new floaty pen from a different United State every Christmas ... but not really anything else! (Poker Night 2)

Sam & Max discuss the Commissioner's power in response to doubt about his existence, claiming "Don’t you know he’s everywhere? He knows we’re talking about him right now!" - which is sort of scary, but I'll let it slide because it implies that the Commissioner's surveillance is of a much higher caliber than we initially thought and that is BANGER (in-character interview for Telltale, found here on Steve Purcell's Sam & Max FB page)

He's affectionate yet surly & I'm sure all those "I love you" statements contribute to that! D'aww... (Skunkape Origin Video)

Voiced by a member of Bay Area Sound, Julian Kwasneski, in the Telltale trilogy! Talked about and even has a LINE recited in this specific developer commentary! We love a mysterious boss who sounds like an adult in Peanuts.

God bless the guy, he had a rash! Does this matter? No. Will it ever matter? Likely not, as it was from the sadly cancelled Sam & Max: Freelance Police trailer. Sighs. At this point, you can tell I'm just adding whatever mentions we get of the guy. Makes me giggle, though.

Conclusion...?

In the end, the Commissioner is a mystery, and always WILL be a mystery. Hell, I sort of never want to know as it will ruin every single thing I have worked so hard to archive, but it is fun to comb through the different canons! Of course, it is likely any of this can be tossed out or considered non-canon in the blink of an eye because Sam & Max always loves to give a middle finger to character details if they don't affect the main plot & likely a lot of these are mere gags. The Commissioner is phone, and always will be only phone. However, it's always in my best interest to try to find ANYTHING to push back the curtain even the tiniest inch, and I hope my efforts were worth it. Now, to sign off, just press that phone! You got it, you got it! ☎️

#sam and max #sam & max #freelance police #the commissioner (sam & max)#if you sincerely read all of this... thank you. my god. thank you

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madebyrolo · 10 months ago

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Holding me and holding back pt.3

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She/her

Rafe Cameron x pouge reader

summary: Kook vs pouge still exists on the mainland.

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─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ───

As you finished doing your hair Rafe finally arrives back from breakfast.

“Good morning princess” Rafe says as he enters the room with just keys.

“Hey babe, where’s breakfast?” You ask as you place a kiss on his cheek in search of your jewelry.

“Change of plans, had the little altercation with Maybank. Thought we go out mainland.” He says with a guilty smile.

You sigh “What happened?”

“Well I was getting coffee and jj happened to be working in the cafe. I order your signature iced cameral macchiato 3 creamers and when I went to go pick it up jj said “hmm got the same coffee order as y/n. are you wearing her black lace pantees too?” hes lucky i didn’t punch him.”

“Rafe come on we talked about this.”

“How does he know what panties you wear? I bough those for you?” He asked as his tounge swiped his lips.

“Rafe we’ve spent days at the chateau and he just probably saw them with my laundry or something calm down” you say putting on a gold necklace.

“You’re right. beside he couldn’t even get in your pants if he wanted too.” He chuckled as he went into the bathroom.

“Oh and I threw the drink at him.”

“RAFE!”

𐙚 -time skip- 𐙚

You and Rafe are sitting on the ferry, hand in hand with matching outfits he insisted on wearing.

“Remember the time when we went to Charlotte too see The Weeknd?” Rafe said looking at you.

“Yeah it was really fun, though it was hard to cover up to the pouges” you say scrunching your face as the sun hit it.

“Ugh why do they get suspicious of your happiness?” He playful rolled his eyes.

“Maybe it’s the fact that they all work 3 jobs a week to survive and I went on a thousand dollar trip for ‘funsies’ but hashtag idk Rafe.” you blanky stated.

“I bet jj had a lot to say”

“Oh the mouth on that boy- wait Rafe enough with the jj jealousy!l

“Not jealous.” He said not even convincing himself.

“What is it then. Love? Obsession?” You joke

“Okay fine jealously…” he said under his breath

��Aww Rafe Cameron’s a bitch??” You gasp dramatically.

“Okay whatever, besides im on the date with you right now”

“Yeah well now believe it.”you go in for a kiss.

“Oh by the way Sarah is on mainland shopping so she’s gonna meet us for brunch.” Rafe said as He pulled away.

“Wait so I’m official meeting your sister?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Duh you’re my girlfriend”

Hearing him say it had butterflies going crazy in your stomach.

“And you already met my parents, and wheez. I’m surprised she hasn’t said anything to Sarah” he said with a small smile.

“You don’t think she’ll like hate me?”

“Why would she hate you?”

“ you know kook, pouge, you practillay started the so called war yourself.”

“Well you're different” Rafe said pushing hair behind your hair.

His comment left you confused, but you just brushed it off.

“Also her and Kiara have some beef. I don’t know what went down but she they don't seem to hide their hatred. ”you say worried.

“And if she hates kie, how do you think she’s gonna react to meeting her bestfriend?” You began hugging yourself in a comforting manner.

“i know how Sarah gets with their drama or whatever, but if you get caught in the crossfire I’ll be there to put it out.” Rafe wrapped a arm around you.

You sat in his embrace trying to save this memory. This is the Rafe you knew.

ੈ𑁍༘⋆

As you guys exit the ferry, Rafe has a Uber waiting already.

“Okay so we’re doing brunch, then a little sight seeing and shopping. And if all goes well maybe with Sarah.” He said opening the car door falling you in.

“Hopefully with a full stomach it’ll be less intimidating.” You say putting your seatbelt on.

“Giving the fact you both love shopping, and annoying me, the odds may be in your favor.”

“Ha ha very funny” you side eye him.

“In fact I don’t love shopping, you just fueled an addiction.”

“Call me your sugar daddy”

“Oh I will.”

Soon enough you guys arrive to the restaurant.

As you guys enter the restaurant you sit a table. The waiter hands 2 menus, soon asking for a third. You order a waters for now until Sarah arrives.

“So you think we can hit up Victor secret for a new set? Because jj seen my hopefully now old ones” you said with a fake grimace.

“I’ll buy you as many as you want if we can burn all the ones he’s seen.” He said looking through the menu.

“So why today am i meeting Sarah?” you ask Rafe taking a gulp of your water.

“Why not? Besides plans were ruined cause of your friends.” he smirked

His comment pissed you off a bit. You hate when he talks shit about the pouges, your best friends.

“Maybe if you didn't assualt them we wouldn't have a problem.” you scoff

“They don't know a ounce of respect, so why should I?” Rafe crossed his arms

“Because your a good person Rafe” you put down your glass.

“So you're agreeing with me, they terrible people?” he says

“Not even a little bit. I'm just saying be the bigger person.”

“I mean I got the big dick so I pretty much am-”

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom I’ll be right back.” You cut him off, sliding your now empty water glass.

You get up walking around the back to the restroom.

As you wash your hands you pull your phone and check the messages you’ve gotten practically spammed with.

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⌞ Pope hitting the Dougie. ⌝

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9:38am

What does the j stand for: Rafe just threw coffee in my face😍

Kiki do you love me: omg what!?

Johnathan: wow can’t tell if should laugh or ?

What does the j stand for: why is there a or.

Hope 🥺: Since I’m a good person I won’t be laughing in this group chat.

Kiki do you love me: I see him giggling at the table while im working at the wreck.

What does the j stand for: wow okay I see where I stand in this friendship 🕳️ 🚶🏼‍♂️

Johnathan: he did say group chat…

Kiki do you love me: what even happened ?

Hope 🥺: open his mouth ♡ hearted by 2 people

What does the j stand for: to sum it all up I called him a sissy because he had the same coffee order as y/n

Johnathan: LMFAOOO

Kiki do you love me: wow okay that’s kinda funny 😭

Hope 🥺:ohh now I want a iced caramel macchiato

Johnathan: that’s like the most basic order jj. I’m gonna laugh because you yourself in that position.

What does the j stand for: no but like he even got the extra 3 creamers….

Kiki do you love me: y/n has good coffee orders you can’t blame her 🤷🏽‍♀️

Hope 🥺: omg Twinem!!

Johnathan: okay pope has been too funny and it’s only 8am

10:07am

What does the j stand for: I quit before I could get fired 🤞🏼

Johnathan: you lasted 2 months. That’s the longest you held a job!!!

Kiki do you love me: woohh the bear minimum !!

Hope 🥺: how’d you know you would get fired

What does the j stand for: it’s Rafe.

Johnathan: I’m assuming you’re coming over?

What does the j stand for: yes master.

Kiki do you love me: count me and pope in. I’m gonna try to leave early then I’ll pick him up.

What does the j stand for: y/n you in?

Kiki so you love me: is she even alive, she hasn’t texted all morning.

Hope 🥺: so that’s why the birds are singing

Johnathan: you’re killing me pope.

12:34pm

What does the j stand for: y/n wya.

Kiki do you love me: I swear if ur still sleeping…

Hope 🥺: hate to admit it but kinda want you here. Jjs yapping away

Johnathan: #missingyou 🩷🩷

Hope 🥺: #wakeup

💬

God you completely forgot about the pouges.

What do you tell them? This is like your 6th trip to the mainland, they’re gonna start to get suspicious.

Y/n: I had to go with my mom to see my aunt sorry guys :(

Perf.

Hope 🥺: I thought you went last week?

Damn you pope.

Y/n: she’s old pope.

Now that isn’t a lie.

You put your phone away, quickly recollecting yourself in the mirror and heading back out.

As you walk towards the table you see the second blonde Cameron.

Ohh things just got real.

Rafe spots you soon getting up before you can reach the table.

“So Sarah I want you to meet y/n, my girlfriend.” He said with a genuine smile.

He wraps he arm around your waist as she also gets up.

She looks you up and down, analyzing you like an fbi angent.

“Hey Sarah. It’s nice to meet you.” You say breaking the ice. Very cold ice.

“Nice to meet you too y/n” she said reaching her hand out for a handshake.

You took it, her grip somewhat firm but you couldn’t help but notice how aware she was.

“so let’s sit! I’m starving the ferry ride was long!” Rafe said trying to ease the tension.

“Oh the menu looks good” Rafe says examining it thoroughly.

“Rafe we’ve been here before” Sarah say looking up at him through her menu.

The waitress comes up with a notepad before Rafe can argue back.

“Welcome to sunny kitchen, my names Anne I will be your server for today. What can I get started for you?” The waiter said in fake happiness.

“Ice cameral macchito.” You and Sarah both say in unison.

“Oh sorry you go first” Sarah smiles

“Uh ice cameral macchiato with 3 creams” you tell the waitress

“Same for me” Sarah says

“I’ll take an orange juice” Rafe says as the waitress writes it all down.

“Alright I’ll be back with your drinks!”

“Didn’t know you guys had the same coffee order” Rafe spoke up.

“Cameral macchiatos are literally my babies.” You say throwing your head back

“Ugh they’re so good I made our dad buy me whole coffee set up. Expreso machine, the syrups everything.” Sarah agrees

“Ive noticed, I love making rafe make me one. It's like playing barista”

“You force me.” Rafe hits you with the menu

You both giggle at the annoyance of Rafe. So far so good.

“So what are you thinking of getting?” You ask Sarah.

“Hmm maybe like the sunny platter, how about you?”

“Chicken and waffles, they have the best waffles here I swear, there so fluffy.” You smile at her.

Ice starting to melt.

“I think I’m gonna get a salad.” Rafe joked putting the teacher's finger in front of his lips.

You guys all giggle as the waitress comes and drops off your drinks.

“Are you guys ready to order?”

you guys order tator-tots for appetizers and you out in your orders. You guys have been chating away, you and Sarah not had one bad interaction so far.

“Wait so Rafe accidentally knocked on your parent's window thinking it was yours?” Sarah asked completely losing it.

“Yes and it was like 2 am too, he was waiting and my dad went outside and chased him with a bat” you guys are in a laughing fit while Rafe is sitting arms crossed.

“Glad you guys find my trama funny. It was terrifying it was pitch black and all I can hear is his screaming” he said rolling his eyes.

“don’t try sneak out at 2am maybe?” Sarah commented.

“He was wearing all back too, he genuinely looked like he was gonna cause a home invasion!”

The waitress soon brought your plates.

“Here’s the chicken and waffles, sunny platter, and sunny side. Enjoy your meal!”

You all began to dig in, sharing small comments about the food being absolutely amazing.

“Why can’t there be food like this on the banks” you say practically moaning.

“Honestly I would pay for a sunny kitchen franchise” Rafe agreed

“we need to do this more” Sarah smiled at you.

We now have a watered down caramel macchiato. Wooh!!

Soon you guys are walking around town, window shopping, photo ops, small talk.

You and Sarah and hitting it off, you guys like the same music, clothes, coffee order.

Rafe is glad your guys are getting along and you were too.

“I wanna find a cute sundress, my mom’s forces me to go to church with my grandma and I want to at least look cute before she stuffs me into floral hell.” You say walking into a boutique.

“Get whatever you want, all on me.”’Rafe says planting a kiss on your head.

“I’ll seat here, you girls go crazy.” He says sitting on the small couch.

“Since you’re getting a dress I guess have to get a dress. I don’t wanna be the weirdo who doesn’t get a dress you know?” Sarah jokes are you began flipping through racks.

As you go through dress after dress, you feel vibrations coming for your phone. You know it’s the pouges but you refuse to check. You feel bad for ditching them for the Cameron’s and it doesn’t help that you’re dress shopping with Sarah. You were just doing the same with Kie.

“Y/n this would look so good on you!” Sarah said showing you a blue floral bustier sun dress.

“Oh my god that’s so cute!” You say grabbing it.

Soon you guys are both in the dressing room showing your items giving each other a fashion show.

“You think this tops cute” you ask Sarah looking in the mirror.

“Yeah it’s cute and casual, you can wear it anywhere.” She answered.

“What about this skirt?” Sarah asks adjusting the length.

“If you dont get it I will.” You comment.

“Are you girls done it’s been like almost 2 hours?” Rafe yells from the dressing room entrance.

“Rafe if you want us counting your girlfriend, to look cute, you should shut up.” Sarah tells him earning giggles from you.

“We should hurry up though it’s getting late and I don’t wanna miss the ferry like last time. It was hard making up an excuse to the pouges.” You say changing back into your regular clothes waiting for Sarah to finish up.

“I don’t understand how you can be friend with them” Sarah tells you leaving the dressing room.

“That’s what Rafe says too. Were like sardines, always together.” You smile to yourself.

“What do they think about you and Rafe?” She asks.

“Uh they don’t actually know.” You say putting your things on the counter.

Soon Rafe takes a notice goes up to the counter to begin to pay. You and Sarah sit on the couch counting your conversation.

“Why haven't you told them?” she asked.

“Because I know they’ll freak. They don’t exactly like the your family let alone any kook. Jj and Rafe were at each other throats all the time and I know you and Kiara have your history.” A flat smile forms on your lips.

“Honestly why do you care what they think? If you’re happy they should accept that”

“I know but we’ve been with each other since diapers, knowing they could throw our entire friendship away just because of a boy doesn’t make it any easier,” you say looking at Rafe.

“Honestly y/n I’ve seen the way you and Rafe have an effect on each other, that’s actual love. I know we’ve just met not even 4 hours ago but you're respectful, caring, and kind, like one of the most genuine persons I’ve known. If the pouges throw you to the side of the road just because of my bother they don’t seem like the perfect people you paint them to be.” She says

“And with Kiara, what happened is she called the cops on my party after I didn’t invite her. I know it was wrong of me but she didn’t have the right to ruin my birthday. I think she was and is a very shellfish person, and if you think that’s the way they would treat you just because you’re in love that makes them all shellfish.” Sarah says with kind eyes.

“If I can be honest with you Sarah, I think you’re right. I’m just scared to admit it. I know it’s wrong for me to say it but sometimes I can’t help but to think if I were to grow up on the other side how different I would be. Me and Pope are the only ones who actually think about our future while the rest think about the moment. They wanna do fun spontaneous things but I want to at least have a safety plan.”

Is what you would’ve said to her. But all that came out of your mouth was

“you don’t know them like I do”

Soon Rafe comes up drowning in shopping bags.

“A little help wouldn’t hurt,” he says trying to balance 10 bags.

You all are sitting in the ferry, you and Rafe are sitting together while Sarah on a different side. Rafe is scrolling on his phone while you’re looking into the harbor.

You get up to find Sarah, you couldn’t let the day end without having one last conversation.

“Hey Sarah” you greet as she looks up from her phone.

“Hey y/n” she smiles

“I just want to say it was spending the day with you. You’re really cool and like the best and worst person to shop with” you both giggle “and I wanna thank you for listening to me, I gunesilly like the advice you gave me. I can admit I’m scared of confronting them and we both have a good idea of what would happen if I do, but I just can’t help but feel torn between these two worlds.” You confess.

“Do you love Rafe?” She asks

“I’m mean we’ve been seeing eachother for like almost 5 months, it’s too soon-”

“Do you love Rafe?” She asks one more time.

“Yes” you sigh “But please don’t say anything-”

“Im not going too. But if you love him you should be with him. It’s not them who are kissing Rafe it’s you.”

“Yeah you’re right. They should be happy for me, I’m always there when jj survives night surfing or when Kiara ‘got her revenge’.” you and Sarah smile

“But if all goes wrong you got Rafe and me. i can agree today has been a wonderful day and if there is more of this in the future.”

“Enough with me, I've heard you have a little thing with Topper huh? Spill!” you asked Sarah who had faint blush on her cheeks.

“Well i guess you can say we're official, Topper’s sweet and kind. He's not like the others who always want more.” she said playing with her fingers.

“Aww you're blushing!”

“Whatever, but sometimes he just feels like, i dont know. Clingy?”

“Oh tell me about it, the first month with Rafe he wouldn't keep his hands off of me, always spamming me with stupid memes” you began blushing.

“But once time passed we got more comfortable, our friendship grew. he was and is my best friend now. Sometimes we fight like friends too but at the end of the day we still have each other”

“I want what you and Rafe have, i hate to admit it but I'm jealous of him. Never repeat those words to anyone.” she pointed her finger at You “You guys are like perfect!” she groaned

“I wouldn't say perfect but maybe with time you and Topper will be your perfect.”

“Yeah but, i dont know. Like he's great and all but-” she made a face no boy would understand but only a girl would.

“You just don't want it with him.” you finish for her.

“Oh god, am I a bad person?” she says laying her head on the ship wall.

“No no, you just know what you want. If you lead him on that's a mess you don't wanna clean up.”

You looked at Sarah and she had a very unfaithful look.

“But you never know, maybe one day you'll feel something that makes sense you know? Like he's the one.”

“With topper?”

“With anyone. I knew it with your brother when he randomly picked me up and surprised me with the perfect date. He got my favorite flowers, went to my favorite dinner, he for everything write and I didn't tell him a thing.”

“So he just knew”

“Yeah, he knew” just as you finished, you turned too see Rafe walking up to you guys.

“There's my girl,” he says placing a kiss on your forehead and handing you a Cherry Coke he got from a vending machine.

“Ugh that is what I mean!” Sarah complains

“Just give it time, you don't have to worry about love right now you're just 16. ‘Got your whole life ahead of you. It can be now, next year, hell even next week.” you sat giving her a hopeful smile.

“What is she whining about now?” Rafe jerks his head towards his sister.

“Boy stuff” Rafe fakes gagged.

You and Sarah shared a small side hug.

You guys sat together the whole ride back

Never in your life, did you expect to be this close to the Camerons.

Sarah was refreshing, she wasn't silently judging, she understood your jokes, she cared about what you had to say, didn't laugh or call you a pussy for showing your emotions. You both were excited for back to school season (for the shopping only though) and even planned study dates. all the guilt washed away.

Sarah was now one of your closest friends, spilling deep secrets, cracking jokes, endless selfies.

Now you guys are in Rafe's truck, he's driving you home with the gifts he got you and your mom (obviously she loves him)

You get out of the truck, Rafe following behind grabbing your bags. Before you shut your door Sarah says goodbye.

“Remember sleepover next weekend alright? Don't let Rafe take you away.” she smiles as you say your goodbyes and shit the door.

Rafe puts the bags in your room also saying his goodbyes and hello to your parents.

You slide into your duvet covers, scrolling through your massages and finally replying to your friends after such a good day, even meeting your new best friend.

Who knows? Maybe next week you and Sarah will be buying matching jewelry. Let's just hope the pouges dont get suspicious.

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ──

Part three :))

Thanks for the love on this story <33

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mxxnlightwriting · 2 months ago

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Writemas 2024 Day 4

Thanks to @agirlandherquill for hosting this wonderful event!

Tari's Note: We're already on day 4 and I'm growing more invested in this story by the day!! I also have a masterlist for it now in case you want to read this story from the beginning! Also, please excuse any typos and continuity errors! I’ll be writing these directly here so they’ll have minimal editing. Thanks for understanding.

Prompt(s): "You've never looked at me like that before." and Aching Synopsis: Rae sees Emily again, but their encounter is anything but brief. Genre/age group: adult contemporary Word Count: 0.7k

Rae should be on her way home by now. She had finished her day at the woodshop, had helped Henry close up shop after he twisted his ankle, and had leftovers in her fridge for dinner.

Then why was she on her way to the local grocery store? Well, one person was to blame, and her name was Ginny. After agreeing to drive Henry home, Ginny called Rae, saying she needed something urgent from the grocery store. She even messaged her a list of four items that, in Rae's opinion, were not that urgent. Still, as a people pleaser and as someone with nothing better to do, she agreed to help her best friend with this shopping spree.

As soon as she stepped inside the establishment, she waved at Charles by the register and grabbed a small basket to carry with her. The music carried through the empty store, and she hummed the tune under her breath as she checked Ginny's list on her phone. She needed to grab milk, eggs, carrots and apples, and then she'd be out of here.

Rae collected the carrots and apples, then the eggs (she took twelve, just to be safe) and when she went to the milk aisle, she almost tripped on her feet.

Emily stood a few steps away, her light brown hair falling over her shoulder in a thick braid as she wore the thickest jacket Rae had ever seen. She focused on her phone as she typed, glancing at the milk cartons in front of her before shaking her head and typing some more.

Rae approached the milk cartons slowly, trying her best to ignore Emily nearby. She couldn't. Her eyes kept drifting to the woman next to her using the calculator app on her phone to try and figure out which milk carton was effectively the cheapest one to buy.

Some things never change, Rae thought as she let out a small laugh. That was enough for Emily to lift her eyes to her, and for the smile to die on her lips.

Rae's heart ached in her chest the more she stared at Emily. She had changed. The last time she had seen her a few days ago, she couldn't make out most of her features. Now, under the harsh grocery store lights, she noticed everything: the dark circles under Emily's eyes, the septum piercing, the rosy cheeks and smudged mascara, and the most heartbreaking hazel eyes Rae had ever seen. They were more green now than she remembered.

Their staring contest was interrupted when another customer entered the aisle, eyeing Emily with suspicion. Emily offered a polite smile before the old woman huffed and lifted her chin, walking away with all the indignation only an old woman could carry.

"Do I look like I'm about to rob this place?" Emily whispered under her breath.

"Henrietta knows you're back," Rae said, dropping the basket on the floor. "I'm pretty sure every old woman in this town has you on their watchlist."

"That explains the death stares." Emily returned to her calculator app and Rae grabbed one of the milk cartons from the top shelves.

"Take this one," she said, extending it to her. "It's two cents more expensive than the cheaper one, but the flavour is better."

Emily locked her phone and saved it on her jeans. "I would've figured it out, but thanks." She grabbed the milk and bit her lip, and Rae couldn't resist but stare at her mouth. Emily smirked. "You've never looked at me like that before."

"Like what?" Rae asked, meeting her eyes. The regret spilling from them made her hold her breath.

"Like you miss me," Emily said as a matter of fact. She blinked, probably realising the words she had said out loud, and her cheeks became an even brighter shade of red.

Rae hated how much her entire body reacted to it, how much those words destroyed all the barriers she had spent the past few days building, how one look from Emily took her back to a different time, a time when they weren't this cold and cordial with each other.

"Thirteen years is a long time to miss someone," Rae said, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice. She grabbed the basket from the floor and took a few steps back. "Stay well, Ems."

She disappeared towards the register, only to realise she had forgotten to get the milk for Ginny.

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blouisparadise · 2 years ago

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Here are some great bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of February. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) A Sudden Desire | Explicit | 2558 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Whiskey (Kingsman).

Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

2) Whipped | Not Rated | 2595 words

It seems to be a normal day at scenting Inc, but the visit of a certain Omega gives everyone a different look on their boss.

3) Want Another Drink?| Mature | 3528 words

Note: Please take note of any trigger warnings and tags.

Louis finds his way to a club in town, wondering what this night could entail.

4) Historical Kisses, Unforgettable Night | Explicit | 3590 words

Harry has a thing for pregnancy.

He loves the fact that omegas are able to create and bring life to the world, even as fucked up as it is.

So when he spots a pregnant omega in Avenus orium he has to get close to him.

5) 3 2 1 Let's Begin! | Explicit | 3985 words

He went until Harry was red with it, moaning and shifting in his chair. And if Louis knew what Harry liked, he knew his tells even more. The second Harry’s leg twitched just so Louis withdrew his hand and dropped it to his side, Harry’s back arching off of the chair as he was denied any more pleasure so close to his release.

“Fuck,” Harry whined. Louis laughed.

6) Until I See You | Not Rated | 4475 words

Louis and Harry are college sweethearts who live on different continents. Louis makes a sudden, impulsive decision to go on a trip.

7) Excuse Me, Green Tea? | Not Rated | 4765 words

Harry is sure there's a magnetic force pulling him in. So he decides to run a meeting at the café to clear up his doubts and know why he can't get the waiter out of his mind.

8) Obviously, Genuinely | Explicit | 5492 words

Louis never thought he was gay, it just hadn't crossed his mind like that. That is until Harry comes along and discovers it for him. Harry decides that he sees fit into sending Louis into a gay panic causing all sorts of tension and confusion.

9) Back To You | Explicit | 11705 words

"Never underestimate Fate, Louis. As it is one of the things that people take too lightly as. Always remember little omega that no matter what happens, what's yours will always find its way to you. And if it doesn't, it was never yours in the first place."

10) Uncomfortable Truths | Explicit | 18125 words

“I can get him. I know I can, that part’s easy. But what the fuck do I do with him?”

“Do you want an honest answer or a good one?” Zayn asks.

Harry considers his options. “A good one?”

“Once you get him, you do all you can to make him happy.”

“And the honest one?”

“You sink your teeth in. Deep. And you hold on for dear life, because good things rarely last.”

11) Windsor Peaks | Not Rated | 23801 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Harry Styles/OMC.

Louis Tomlinson lost his parents when he was 8 years old. He was moved to an orphanage in London where he stayed until he was old enough to leave. Louis moved back to his home town of Windsor Peaks, to study and make a life for himself where his parents had lived and wanted to raise him.

Louis life was going well, he was happy, until two detectives from London turn up. Harry Styles and Scott Wolf are investigating a string of murders and a car accident that lead them to straight to Louis and his past.

Is Louis a suspect or is there something more sinister going on.

12) The Luna of Which Pack? | Mature | 72696 words

“This is cute, Lou. Really loving this faux innocent look going on. But if you ever want to get back to your beloved Simon, you better start talking. I may be kind to my family, but you, darling, are not family.”

Internally, Harry began patting himself on the back. He praised himself for not only besting the cunning, snarky omega, but also maximizing on this potentially negative opportunity that arose.

Then, Louis chirped up with a slick grin. “Perfect. I’ll shut up. Can I sleep in your bed again? It’s really comfy. Reeks of lonely ruts, though. You should really change your sheets more often, you know.”

13) Nothing Quite Hits Like You | Explicit | 81098 words

For many centuries, Inferis Lamia had been a college strictly for higher magic alphas, where most rulers of the Underworld had reached their Divine Enlightenment to become the alphas they were now. However, that year, for the first time since it was founded many centuries ago, the academy would welcome omegas from the Underworld, giving them the same opportunities alphas had, the same education.

14) Drops of Jupiter | Mature | 121826 words

In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn't have room for. He thought the worst he'd have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that's impossible not to fall in love with.

But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns' darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills?

And what will Louis do when the charming Sheriff Styles starts to suspect him of such a heinous crime?

15) No Hello Just Goodbye | Mature | 142502 words

Louis had 9 months to try and convince himself out of it, but he knew from the very moment he saw the dreaded 2 lines that he couldn't raise the baby. Not when the conception took place against his own will.

Adoption was the only answer. He had no problems handing over his child nor did he endure any sort of regret. Or did he? 4 years after giving birth Louis sets out to search for his baby but what he finds instead is something he totally didn't expect...... Love.

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martialartslover7 · 3 months ago

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Hi! As a NaruHina fan who really enjoyed The Last I thought I’d share a little bit of my feelings on why. I don’t at all think you’re wrong for your opinions and I even deeply agree on some points!! I think it ultimately comes down to how much you’re willing to let slide and what you choose to prioritize and that will be different for every individual.

First off, very superficially, I just really liked how everything looked. Naruto looked amazing, Hinata was gorgeous, and the confession and kiss were so cinematic! As a shipper those were all big wins.

Next, I like the fact that some time passed after the war before they got together. 19 feels like a different level of maturity to 16/17 and it feels like they’re entering the relationship as adults rather than teens which just gives their relationship a bit more believability/validity to me. This definitely has the unfortunate circumstance of making it seem like Naruto ignored her confession and I respect everyone who feels that way. To me however the added time is worth more than him getting together with her after the confession (because I don’t think he properly developed feelings for her then) or them staying in an awkward phase of him not really knowing what to do about her feelings and dating casually or him saying he appreciates what she did but doesn’t feel the same. I can accept that Naruto took her actions and confession as the acts of a friend. And he did acknowledge it in canon when he helped her with the White Zetsus (he mentioned that she’s strong and that she already saved him so he’s returning the favor). Does this have the weight her actions deserved? Probably not but I don’t expect better from Kishimoto when it comes to romance. But again all of this comes down to personal preference.

There is definitely a buy in to the movie where you have to accept that the “falling in love” already happened and it happened off screen. You’re only here to see the “getting together” part of it. That’s why I don’t take the genjutsu as a guilt trip where he sees everything Hinata did for him and falls for her because of it. Rather I see it as him gaining clarity on Hinata’s feelings and being able to then recognize his own (that had already developed prior to the genjutsu but we just didn’t get to see any of that).

And I definitely don’t think that makes for the most satisfying romantic plot or development, but it’s serviceable enough and it makes sense. Again I’m not going to Kishimoto when I want romance, I’ll go to fanfics instead. And I did like the casual moments of them exploring the city and Naruto seeing Hinata through this new lens after acknowledging his feelings. I liked Hinata rejecting Naruto to save Hanabi, I think that’s a good moment for her character in showing her selflessness and her priorities. I also loved the red scarf and its symbolism as the red thread of fate.

I don’t love how much Hinata was a damsel but I get they were going for common romance tropes 🤷‍♀️. At least she looked good in every scene so I’ll take what I can get.

I don’t think The Last is excellent writing or the pinnacle of what NaruHina should be but for the timing they had, I thought it was a fun time with some really excellent scenes. And even if everything actually sucked, the post credits scene with Naruto smiling with the most joy he’s ever shown while his kids jump onto him meant EVERYTHING to me.

Sorry for the word vomit 😅. You’re of course welcome to continue disliking the the movie but since your post was in the ship tag and you seemed curious about why people would feel otherwise I thought I’d offer a bit of my perspective.

Everything you say, is perfectly valid. All my complaints are rooted in a place, way deeper than the ship itself. It's everything else leading up to the movie. Let me list it up:

- The Hyuga being absolutely shafted in Shippuden, causing Hinata to become completely irrelevant as a standalone character, she deserved to be part of the main cast, since she and Sasuke shared similar grievances in family issues

- I am not comfortable with ships, where the overall power dynamic is completely out of whack, not necessarily in terms of power scaling, moreover, on front that, Shippuden shafted every Hyuga so hard, it made Hinata more of a satellite character, making her come off as an "add-on" to Naruto, and nothing of her own merit

- WHY. THE FUCK. DID NEJI. DIE? That was easily, the lowest point of Shippuden to me (it just contradicts Naruto's entire convo with Neji, again, undermining everything to paint Naruto as if he was always meant to be the next Jesus Christ), and further cements the fact that, Neji and Hinata just got pushed into a position, where every single of their own achievements amounted to nothing in the end, with everything hinging purely on Naruto in the end

- The Hyuga clan never changed for the better, even after the war arc, all of Hiashi's crimes are swept under the rug after the fact, painting it as if Hinata's own sorrows and issues meant chicken shit, I know she doesn't exactly owe the clan anything for mistreating her, but it's still OOC for her, because she is supposed to be above just being selfish for the sake of it, and even if this wasn't the intention, the fact it was never spoken about, really irks me

This is my main gripe with all of it. EVERYTHING has to hinge on Naruto, and again, all of Hinata's character growth meant nothing in the end, because she still ended up becoming a damsel in distress. A trope, that is NOT welcome with her.

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jodilin65 · 17 years ago

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MONDAY, DECEMBER 31, 2007 According to Tom’s research, the RV park rates vary depending on how long you rent space. For a night it’s $35, not much cheaper than here. For a week it’s $800, $400 less than it costs to stay here a month. For a month, though, it’s just $450, plus utilities. They should also have some of the things apartments have without as much chaos like pools and laundry and fitness rooms. Until we can find an ideal house, it may not be perfect, but it should be much better than an apartment. Maybe we’ll still be annoyed by car doors, car stereos, dogs barking and kids screaming, but we won’t have to listen to their TVs, cabinets or footsteps.

We also don’t have to worry about them forbidding rats, which we intend to get ASAP and which would’ve been harder to sneak into an apartment versus an individually owned house. Most individuals will bend on that, but in apartments, if they ok it, they want a hefty deposit first.

Another good thing about a trailer is that we can move if we don’t like where we are, and take comfort in knowing that anyone we don’t like nearby that may be noisy, isn’t going to be around for long. In an apartment, what you get next to is pretty much what you’re going to be stuck with for months, maybe even years.

To think that I won the money to get us here, figured out a way to save our lives a couple of months back, and now saved us from apartments, is pretty mind-boggling since an apartment is exactly where we were heading! I just hope I’ll never have to save us again! Still, all that stress and depression over apartments for nothing! Oh well. Better to worry for nothing than for something, right?

So, all’s running smoothly except for the truck and my eyes, which think they’re 48 years old. Yeah, I had to jump from a 1.00 to a 2.00 in reading glasses, yet according to the chart, I shouldn’t have to do that till I’m between 48-50! Bummer, huh?

Tom’s creating a BOT for Netwinner. We figure that as long as we’re careful with it and don’t go running it like crazy, we should be ok. I just hope I get my e-card! I’m really starting to wonder about them, alright.

It’s been relatively quiet around here for the last week or so. The rooms next to us mostly have been empty lately, and the last few guests were one-nighters, which is fine with me. Unless they get firecracker-happy around here tonight, I’ll be asleep as the New Year rolls in. This will probably be my last entry of the year. Let’s hope 2008 brings us a nice peaceful place to live, more money, more wins, great rats, and insurance for both of us!

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 30, 2007 Got a message from Jessie saying her daughter had an ear infection and now she has a cold, she hates driving in snow and wishes she had my sweeping luck. She asked where we’d live if we got a trailer and if we looked at apartments. I told her we’ve looked at those as well as duplexes and houses. We always like to keep our eyes peeled for what’s out there. I reminded her why we’re so anti-apartment and that while apartments would be the most convenient route, a trailer would probably end up saving us money till we could get what we wanted. Besides, we probably wouldn’t qualify for a rental house that was run by a management company. Their standards are ridiculous. They want you to make 3 times the rent. While he has pay stubs to show, what do I show them? My win list? Then tell them, “Why work when I can just win?” Not to mention the fact that my win list looks seriously exaggerated! What do I say to that one, that it’s only cuz I’m psychic, though I fully understand that while I can’t seem to win a million bucks, I know it’s not “normal” for people to win trips, cruises, ATVs, gift cards galore, thousands in cash, etc.? So anyway, what we’re hoping the trailer and new car will give us is the chance to hunt for houses owned by individuals that suit us best. They can’t afford to advertise online like the houses managed by companies that are all paid for, so they put signs in their windows and they aren’t as picky. They simply can’t afford to be. On the other hand, we don’t even know if we can stay in this area with the way it’s so damn expensive here! We’re gonna just take it one step at a time. That’s all we really can do anyway.

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2007 Remember how I said Tom and I agreed I’d one day win a vehicle? Well, I sorta did! That is if you want to call a 2007 Yamaha Rhino ATV valued at $9000 a vehicle! What a win!!! Yes, it’s too bad it’s not a regular car, but we might be able to get around 4 grand for it. The question is how long it’ll take and what hassles we have to go through while we’re at it. You know we have to fight tooth and nail for most of my wins. We don’t know if we’ll be required to come up with licensing fees and all that in order to sell it, or if the dealership would trade us a cheap car for it or what. We don’t know anything yet other than that fortunately we won’t have to pay taxes on it till ’09.

We’re glad we didn’t win it up in Oregon. Klamath didn’t have a Yamaha dealer, so we’d have had to go up to Medford just to get the thing. It seems I’ve won more since being in this state than the two years I swept in Oregon!

We’re hoping to get 4 or 5 grand for it. What we’d do with the money will depend on a lot of things. I played mix-n-match in my mind with all the possibilities, but we won’t know anything for sure till we find out what we can get for it. We both agree that the number one priority is getting a new vehicle! One that’ll be reliable for more than 5 minutes.

When Tom got the overnight letter about it two days ago, our first thought was to get a car, then hope for a house, but probably end up stuck in an apartment with hopefully a little money left over for some furniture and other things while we had to listen to the neighbor’s shit all around us and he looked for a better-paying job that would insure us both. Then maybe in a year or two, we could finally find a suitable house till we either came up with the money to buy land and have something built, or to buy something in a retirement community in 5 years. But as much as I love this state, it’s just so damn expensive here that I still think getting a house may be too hard. Plus, it’s not like he could just go out and get a better job overnight, and we may never be able to afford land here anyway, which means we may have to shoot over the Nevada border a couple of hours away. We’re kind of hoping we don’t have to do that, though, and have him be jobless again. We nearly lost everything twice and that’s more than enough!

Then an idea came to me. We both agree the worst places to be are apartments and motels, so why not get a cheap motor home or trailer if it truly does turn out to be that our only options are to either stay here or join the circus in a complex? Yes, campgrounds and trailer parks can get a bit wild too, but at least we’d own the thing outright and it wouldn’t be attached to someone else’s place, and the cost of renting the space to put it on would be cheaper. We’d be cramped in, but this way we could take our time in figuring out where to go from there. Finding the right rental house and a new job takes time, so a trailer may give us the time to do things right, and of course, if he did find a job that paid big bucks, that’s not something we’d want to just throw away, so there are going to be a lot of variables as to where we end up, but I just want to get there! So hopefully we’ll soon be on our way to a place we can one day finally call home for good.

As long as he has to drive around in a piece of shit that won’t even idle and that has an expired plate, we can’t cruise around looking for individuals who will rent houses to just about anybody because they can’t afford to advertise online (so they stick a sign in their window) and who can’t afford to be too picky like those going through property managements. Most of them require you to make 3 times the rent when it comes to houses. All we could get would be a 1-bedroom apartment. Maybe 2, if it were especially cheap and kind of dumpy.

There’s a chance we’d either have to keep our stuff in storage indefinitely or that I’d have to sell a lot of the dolls and definitely the mannequins if we did get a trailer, but I’ll gladly do just that if it means keeping out of apartments. This may explain why I haven’t had apartment dreams like crazy. I’d think I’d be bombarded with apartment nightmares if that’s truly where we were headed.

If we never win enough to buy a place outright, or close to it, then I’m still hoping we can get a reliable vehicle, get into a house here, then buy a house in a retirement community also here. I think that’d be the easiest thing. Either that or still get into a house here, then save 10-20 grand to get a trailer and take it to some cheap land elsewhere. I’d just hate for him to have to be jobless again! Even if we owned a trailer and they fired him or laid him off, we’d still have to find a way to pay for the space it was on. Who knows, a trailer might be what we should’ve done from the get-go. We should’ve maybe done here what failed in Oregon. I still wish Satish would call to say he was ready to rent his house to us! That’d make life easier, alright, and I could keep my stuff and get a few more goodies, too.

Tom and I laughed when we remembered getting excited over my first “big win” which was the $630 special edition guitar. Even diamonds are pennies compared to this one!

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22, 2007 The net came back up, but something was still against us. Tom did over 20 races yet lost $30. Figures, huh? I asked him if he thought we did the right thing in coming here. He said yes and our future is brighter.

It is? How’s that? How is the future brighter when we’ve been living like bums in a motel for nearly half a year, and are soon headed for a complex and all its chaos?

As I lay in bed thinking that maybe we should’ve gone that night when we had the chance, when the opportunity was perfect, instead of wasting time calling my folks, I realized something and that’s that it’s never too late. I’ll never have my peaceful, modest home with even just a little money left over each month, but I don’t have to settle the rest of my life away either just because Tom, as he put it, is never going to want to go. And why should he want to? He doesn’t mind noise, he can sleep through anything, and he wouldn’t be in the apartment all the time like I would be. But that’s just it; I’m not going to be either. I can’t make God grant me that one prayer of living where I want to live, but He can’t make me live the rest of my life where I don’t want to live either. The best I could’ve hoped for was to suffer the complex till he was 55, then maybe rent a duplex in a retirement community. Well, I’ve done my time suffering and settling! It’s either my life or no life at this point, and so far I don’t see any indication that it could ever belong to me. If God hasn’t let me be in the driver’s seat of it yet, why would He start now?

Tom said he’d “make a deal” with me. He said let’s just get into the apartment first, and then see where we stand. I said that’d be okay, even though I know where we’ll stand. We’ll stand with a bunch of rude, obnoxious assholes that can’t shut up. Well, I don’t want to return to the days of arguing over neighbors and how they should be dealt with, and seeing him get upset when I get upset. I don’t want to hear him defend them when I get upset over getting woken up or having my train of concentration constantly disrupted when I’m trying to work. There’s simply no excuse for the shit people do, and no reason any normal, rational person wouldn’t get upset over it either. But I’m not going to stick around and defend myself while he defends them on why they’ve just got to slam their doors, bang around inside their place, blast their TVs and car stereos, and let their animalistic children scream bloody murder by our windows.

And so that’s why I intend to kill myself just as soon as I’ve had a little reunion time with my stereo. Sure, it’ll be scary, and no one wants to die alone, but this way I won’t have the guilt of taking him with me if he really doesn’t want to go. I also won’t have to worry about carbon monoxide detectors that might go off in the office, and then he can have a better life afterward. There’ll be no one to complain about wild neighbors, not having certain things, or interrupting him when he’s doing the things he likes to do.

I told him he could notify Jessie, Paula and Mary, but don’t even waste time with the folks. They wouldn’t get it. They may’ve had their share of problems, but they have no concept of what it’s like to be denied such simple little things as the right to live in peace that they’d just be totally clueless. They’d just be like, “That’s not much to ask for at all, so why couldn’t you two just have done it?” They just don’t understand curses and how things tend to work with us. It doesn’t matter that it’s a simple little request. It’s my request. That’s all that matters.

Despite all the money he’s been making, it’s so damn expensive here that we’re still kind of struggling. Meaning, we don’t have the $500 or so we’d need for a new piece of shit to drive, so since I have a reliable browser now and don’t need the TV I won as a monitor and don’t plan to be around much longer anyway, we agreed he’d see if he could trade it for a car.

I don’t know who’s got it worse, me being bummed out with the hard, cold reality slapping me in the face, or him for having his head buried in the sand. He’s in as much denial over the horses as he always was about his pitiful performances in bed. To this day he’d tell me he was oh so virile if I asked. Right, so much so that he’s kept it hidden all these years? Yeah, right! Why can’t he admit there’s no money to be made with the horses any more than he could admit he was a sexual flub? One who’s probably only been horny a dozen times in his entire life and whose “problem” was his own doing that would never have “gone away” without birth control. Why are women so much stronger in that they’re the only ones who can face reality and admit their shortcomings?

At the same time, I’ll admit I sometimes envy him and wish I could believe all would be just peachy keen in time. Sure I’d only be kidding myself, but at least I’d have that hope, false or not, to keep me going. It’s hard to look forward to life when you know that for reasons you’ll never fathom, you can never live in a nice peaceful place.

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 21, 2007 I was able to catch up on my sleep after all.

Not surprisingly, Tom didn’t make any more money today. He actually told them he isn’t working tomorrow, though, since he got a big paycheck, plus the Oregon refund, and has worked enough overtime for these people as it is. This means he’ll be able to do lots of races tomorrow, but I still won’t get my hopes up.

The net’s down right now. I really hope it’ll be back soon or else I’m really gonna wonder if something’s not against us!

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 20, 2007 Tom made a $90 profit with the horses today and almost an additional $135. While this is great, I know better than to get my hopes up. I think this will be an occasional occurrence, not a regular one. He says that right now he’d gladly settle for making a couple hundred a week. He’d still have to work outside of the house, and we’d still be doomed to apartments, but it would get us a new car and make things much easier on us what with how expensive this area is. Most of the state is just so damn expensive!

Anyway, we are going to go ahead and settle for an apartment probably next month. Right now our only two choices are to stay here or go there, and as much as I dread returning to apartment life, I’m excited to get out of here. At least in an apartment, we’ll have our stuff, more than one room, be closer to where he works, and save a little money while we’re at it. The peaceful house prayer is simply one prayer that’s never going to be granted, but at least God’s been granting most of my other prayers. If we’re meant to live our lives in apartments, along with other places we don’t want to live in, then there must be a reason for it.

Ever since we left Oregon I’ve been trying to figure out why the motels were part of the plan. I think I know now. Obviously, it was to make the transition into an apartment a little easier on me, and going to one from a motel is certainly easier than going to one from a house, even if that house wasn’t always quiet.

Both side rooms are occupied right now with people who are quiet enough that I hope don’t leave anytime soon.

So much for Michelle having them do this room last when I spoke to her yesterday. Some older lady I’ve never seen before not only came to this room at 10:00, but she woke me up a half-hour earlier doing the other rooms. I ended up taking one of those naps I rarely take. Hopefully, since this room and the neighboring ones have been done, I’ll be able to sleep peacefully enough tomorrow without any interruptions. Oh, the story of my life – dodging those wake-up calls!

MONDAY, DECEMBER 17, 2007 We had been fortunate enough to have the rooms on the sides of us, as well as underneath, empty all weekend. However, someone just checked in on the end. They closed the door fairly quietly so that meant that they just had to slam and bang shit around like crazy inside the room, and believe me, they wasted no time! Guess that’s just proper motel etiquette; if you come and go quietly, you have to be noisy inside the room. If you slam doors, you can be quiet inside the room. Well, either they’ve shut up or the wax earplug I stuck in is doing a great job.

He came back from work on Friday informing me of the truck’s latest problem. It now won’t idle. He had the whole weekend off and it at least let us do our errands, even though he often had to start it back up again after sitting at lights. No pig problems either, although we heard sirens a few times in the area.

On Saturday we went to cash his work check and to the mail place. The incense I won was there along with books from book clubs and the Armani paperwork. Like with Bluefly, another designer boutique, we had to pay $10 to have the $100 shopping spree notarized. I’ll just have to remember to make sure to leave a note when we order for them to take from the credit won and not our debit card like Bluefly did which caused a lot of headaches.

The $100 Best Buy card was there too, and we got a smoking deal online on a laser printer, and some memory, later on when we returned to the room.

After leaving the mail place we got some pizza, then to another place to cash our Oregon refund check which we both had to sign for. Lastly, we hopped on over next door to Starbucks where he got hot chocolate and I got an eggnog latte.

Sunday we went to pick up the memory at Best Buy, then to Walmart where we got groceries, plus some fun stuff. I got a Hannah Montana doll, this big pink furry rug I’ve been wanting for ages, one of those really cheap perfume knock-offs, and some pens, paper and post-its.

A temporary tattoo came with the doll. Those things are so cool! I hope to get more temp tats soon enough. Why not? There’s no house or even a trailer to be saving for.

I can see and feel without a scale that I’ve lost a little weight since I began the tea diet again which I’m adjusting nicely to, but don’t know if I’ll lose much more than 10 pounds or so.

Tom finally solved my online crashing problems by switching my browser from Microsoft Explorer to Firefox. Ever since I got this laptop all I’ve done is crash up a storm and I was beginning to seriously regret getting the thing, calling it nothing more than a pretty piece of shit, but now I can once again sweep without the constant crashing. I thought it was an operating system issue since I’m using Vista and not Windows XP, but nope, it was a browser compatibility issue. What’s just as amazing as how well it runs is how fast I can shazam open 50 or more sweeps at once! What once took minutes now takes just seconds.

If only all my problems could be solved that easily! Yet I’ve been rather depressed, pissed, frustrated and downright confused. Why oh why am I so not allowed to live where I want to? Why must I spend my entire life struggling to be where I can never be? Well, I really grabbed myself by the shoulders, so to speak, and told myself I could either waste time sitting here dreaming, or I could face reality and just roll with the punches. We can’t fight fate, period. I’ll never live where I want to. My dream house is just that – a dream. All I can do is just be glad I get to live in the state of my choosing. Other than that, our only choices are to either remain here or get into an apartment. Although an apartment could be worse depending on what extremes God decides to make sure we end up with, we’ll at least have more than one room there, plus all our stuff, plus we should save at least a few hundred a month, maybe more.

Speaking of God, I’m once again wondering just how much of a friend He really is and if it really is worth it to pray every day. I suppose that if it is I shouldn’t bother to include what’s obviously not meant to be in my round of prayers. Praying for good health is one thing, but praying to live where we want is another. To ask to live where we want to live would be like asking to be tall.

I’m trying not to think of the inevitable fate that lies ahead and of returning to life in apartments because I know I’ll only break down in tears or scream my lungs out if I do. I just have to assume I must’ve done something along the way to deserve to be denied the right to live where I want to, for to think otherwise can only mean I’m being singled out and picked on for no good reason at all, and well, that possibility is a bit chilling. So when reality pops into mind that I’m doomed for life in apartments, I just try to look at the pros to them, even if there are not that many. There won’t be any peace or privacy, and we lose the money, but at least Tom won’t have the hassles of having to do yard work and things like that.

I considered telling Satish to call us in a year when he’s ready to rent his house but then decided against it. With our shit luck, he’ll call, then call back saying he’s changed his mind yet again. I’ve had enough of the housing and financial teases!

Hell, I wish I was an action freak! A real people-lover who didn’t mind noise and lack of privacy. While you lose money in an apartment and can’t do things like paint or wallpaper it to your tastes, they offer so much more here for so much less. For an average of $1400 a month, most houses don’t even offer refrigerators, let alone dishwashers, disposals, washers and dryers. But for an average of $800, we can not only get all that but also pools, Jacuzzis, fitness rooms and other amenities as well. So despite the circus we’re in for, I try to tell myself that there are worse places to live than apartments, like the street, for example. And jail, and projects, and funny farms, and reform schools…

What surprised me was Tom’s reaction to my being upset over the reality of never being able to get what we want. At one point he was saying that I was spiraling out of control and heading for a breakdown, so would I like him to take me to a hospital for some medication to calm my nerves? And he would think that I should be happy at least some of the time with the printer on its way and other stuff I’ve gotten.

But I am happy some of the time. I also don’t see how laying in bed crying about being forced to live where I don’t want to is “spiraling out of control and heading for a breakdown.” Therefore, I try to suppress my feelings as best I can because my getting upset obviously gets him upset and that only makes us both feel worse.

I don’t know why I’m destined to live where I don’t want to. I only know a part of me regrets leaving the tiny tilted dump that was too cold and snowy. Another part regrets leaving the Phoenix house and not putting up with the freeloader’s shit. Most of all, I’m sorry that Maricopa didn’t work out and that we had to lose our beautiful brand-new house on its sprawling 10 acres. I don’t even want to think of that one right now or I’ll just bawl my eyes out.

Tom thinks the winter here has been warmer than in Arizona. He’s losing it, I told him, because I remember Arizona winter highs and lows to average 60s and 40s, not 50s and 30s. It’s a little too chilly for my tastes, but it sure beats the 30s and teens!

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 14, 2007 We contacted Simple Green, the one that was putting on various contests we thought we won the $500 Walmart GC from, and it turns out we didn’t win that one. What a pisser! Instead, we won a year’s supply of Simple Green products. Oh well. At least it’s something.

I ordered the Cher doll I wanted from Walmart before we found out what prize we really won, but Tom said that due to all the overtime, it’s ok. Besides, I got such a good deal on it. She’s normally $40 and I’m getting her for $25.

Once they updated their stats on the horse site, we saw that two days ago we actually did great, but yesterday we lost a little money. Tom says it’s just cuz he was rushed and couldn’t do it right. I say I see a familiar pattern and that we’ll soon be settling for a rocking apartment with no peace, no privacy, for who knows how many years. I’m sick of not having our stuff and having to live in one room, so if it’s inevitable anyway, then we may as well get the settling over with and just get a fucking apartment. It would be economically smart, I wouldn’t have to be pestered by housekeepers, I could have an oven (I miss baking) and Tom wouldn’t have to do yard work. I mean, as long as it’s not in the slums, could it really be that much noisier than this place? Besides, noise and settling are all I know anyway, so it wouldn’t be anything new. I’m so used to it I couldn’t imagine life any other way, and if by some miracle I could’ve lived in peace, I’d have only been paranoid about losing it. We don’t have to be here. We should’ve and could’ve settled months ago had we not been so damn stubborn. As I’ve said a zillion times before, if we were meant to live where we wanted, we’d be doing it. The more we sit around dreaming, the less we’ll accomplish.

I just wish that truck was licensed! Something up there likes to see us lose things. If we could lose a house, why not a truck, too?

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 13, 2007 Yesterday’s races were encouraging, but inconclusive since there are still not enough races bet on to really get a good enough idea. We’ve only done 5 straight wins so far and we need to do at least 20 and see how many out of that wins. By the weekend, when there’s more time, we should be able to accomplish this. We won 2 of yesterday’s 5, and when Tom first told me that I didn’t think that was encouraging at all, he assured me that all we need is to win 2 out of every 6 to make money with this type of bet. Still, after just one day, he said he’s not going to jump the gun by either getting all psyched up or all bummed out.

As for what I think, I think it’s still hard to believe that fate can be changed after so many decades. I’m not kidding when I say that something up there is really obsessed with me living where I don’t want to live! So I’d say no, we’re not going to make enough to live where we want to. I think we’ll either stay here or end up in an apartment and maybe get Satish’s house if he feels like renting it to us a year from now.

Anyway, all he had time to bet on this morning was 4 races after just 4 hours of sleep and 15 hours of work yesterday on this special project they were doing. He made $200 yesterday!

Thay did the room a little while ago. Both rooms next to us are occupied, but they’ve been out all day which is why it’s been quiet. I hope they check out tomorrow so Tom and I can have the “house” all to ourselves.

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 12, 2007 Yesterday turned out to be an incredible day! I hope we’re not going to be compensated for it with bad things to come, but if anything, it should be just the opposite. This should be compensation for some of the hell we went through a couple of months ago. I still cringe when I think of it, too!

The only dark spot is the noise around here, although the inside room checked out yesterday morning. The end people also still scuffle around more than I’d like, seemingly around the clock, but they’re not as bad as the other side was.

Also, the truck still isn’t taken care of yet, but I have confidence that I’d be having dreams signaling impending trouble if we were in any serious danger security-wise.

Less than two hours after winning the Armani GC, I won a $100 Spa Finder GC! Jessie said, “I wish I had your sweeping luck. How do you do it?” I told her she just has to master the art of influencing! I just hope I’ve mastered it enough, along with his hard work, to get out of here soon enough! Yup, we started with 5 small bets before he left for work. This won’t tell us anything 100% concrete, but should be a good enough indicator. If this doesn’t work out, then it’s either be stuck in an apartment complex or stuck here long enough to get Satish’s house after all in a year from now! Neither of which we’d prefer!

She also asked about Italy. That’s still a few years away, I told her. We need to either get the horses established or get him into a job where he can qualify for vacations, insurance, raises, etc. As a temp, he can’t get squat. On the other hand, a part of me doesn’t want to go seeing that we’ve been on a “trip” long enough! Really, if I never see another motel room again it’ll be too soon! I’d really love for my biggest travel adventures to be simply going from one room to another in a nice peaceful little house.

It gets even better. I not only have $100 more coming to me from Netwinner if I can ever get the $50 they’re processing right now, but we got a check from Oregon! Not from Unemployment, but a check we’re not sure why we got. According to what Tom read it had to do with a percentage of revenues exceeding this and that and other legal mumbo-jumbo, and as I told him, he may as well be talking Chinese and that ain’t one of my languages, so just cut to the chase. Anyway, the check’s for $350! We sure could’ve used this check on October 4th, but you get money when you already have it.

Things really do seem to run smoother when I pray for the basic necessities. When I’m not praying, things aren’t as good. I knew he’d be doing more driving yesterday than usual when he went to pick up the TV. I prayed a few times during the day on and off that he not get pulled over until he could finally pass emissions. At one point he ends up with a cop in the next lane, one car behind him at a very long light. Plenty long enough for the cop to notice the nice bold “11” in the rear window and 2-year expired Arizona plate. So after what seemed like an agonizing eternity, the light’s green, then they get stuck at another long light. This time the cop’s two lanes away with no one in between. Tom didn’t want to look at him, but didn’t want to appear nervous and like he was trying to go out of his way to avoid eye contact either. Then the cop accelerates around the corner. Of course the truck takes forever to catch up, but meanwhile, as he’s pulling around the corner himself, he expects to see the cop pulled over waiting for him, but he turned down a different side street instead. Talk about breathing a sigh of relief! Had he been in Arizona or Texas that pig would’ve jumped all over him like he was the FBI’s most wanted!

There’s still more good news, too. This is unfuckingbelievable! When Tom picked up the TV yesterday there was a card from Simple Green saying we’d won a prize that was returned from Oregon. He said he’d call them, but that it was probably just a small win that was no big deal. It came to mind this morning and I thought it odd that they’d notify me of returning a “small” prize. The prize itself should’ve been forwarded if it were “no big deal.” Sure enough, when I checked in the ‘expired sweeps’ section, I saw that I was July’s winner for a $500 GC to the online store of my choice!!! (I chose Walmart from their list of options). Is that just incredible compensation for some of the hell we went through or what?! I just hope we get it. I emailed Simple Green and texted Tom. We’re not even two weeks into the month yet and I’ve already won $750 worth of stuff!

Later…

Someone just checked into the inside room. They kind of slammed the door, so I guess that means they won’t bop around the room as much. Amazingly, the end folks have been out all day. Maybe they’ve checked out and the housekeeper just hasn’t gotten to that room yet. If so, will the next people be worse or just as annoying? As for quieter – not likely!

Tom called FedEx and they said my prize is in the process of being returned to Simple Green. I emailed Simple Green and am awaiting their response. He couldn’t call them because he didn’t have their number. I got it from their site, so he’ll call them tomorrow.

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 11, 2007 The TV is finally on its way. It’s gonna be a Philips TV from Best Buy. The incense from both Kepa and the Stickman should be shipped today, too.

Meanwhile, does anyone ever sleep at night anymore? The end room didn’t turn out to be as noisy as I thought it would, but there sure is something wrong with them. It’s an older couple with an accent I couldn’t even begin to place. Just some foreigners no doubt come to take what’s ours. The guy left the woman alone most of the day and I could hear her crying over there.

When Tom got up I asked if the room on the other side was still empty and he said no. I realized they had come in quietly enough not to wake me up and therefore there’d be all kinds of bumps and bangs from inside the room. Sure enough, even though it was 3:00 in the morning, we could hear things going bump over there from time to time, and even the door softly opening twice, a few minutes apart. I figure they came out to smoke. Why don’t these people just get smoking rooms? Are they just that scarce here or not allowed at all? Anyway, I can see that since they’re up this late and were going through drawers, they’re not checking out anytime too soon either. I like that neither side slams the doors, but hopefully they won’t be too distracting when they make up for it by banging around inside the rooms. Hopefully, some of them will be out most of the day, too.

Tomorrow the betting begins! He was just trying to figure out the best way to bet for starters. I suggested superfectas, but he said that right now it’s either one or show. Just as long as it gets us outa here! The dream I had was certainly encouraging. Either that or it was a hell of a cruel tease. I dreamt I was standing back looking at the kitchen and some shelves in our home, deciding the best way to set up the kitchen and some dolls. That is after I watered the plants outside.

Later…

Now this helps make up for too many things going bump around here! Just won a $100 Armani Exchange gift card in an instant!

MONDAY, DECEMBER 10, 2007 From the sound of it, the same old shit that just left the end room is back to annoy me. Tom said they came in quietly a couple of hours after I crashed, but when I got up after 1 AM I could hear spurts of banging over there. Fortunately, they don’t seem to stomp, too. Why is it, though, that those who come and go quieter are the ones who bang around in the rooms, while those who slam doors tend to be quieter in the rooms? Anyway, they seemed to crash around 1:30 and I think they’re up showering now. Hopefully, they won’t be as bad as the last people, but being a special room, I know I’ve usually got to put up with whatever they give me for at least a week. Any more than that and I’ll complain to the office. I don’t care if this is the West!

I know we’re finally getting close for real with the horses when even I feel we’re getting closer. We should definitely be wagering this week. He had to make a few more changes, then find out what tracks he could place bets on early in the mornings. He may have to do some by phone. It’s neat to see the computer do in seconds what used to take him hours, even days.

What made it start getting “real” was when he finally, after so many months, got to update his account info. Now we just gotta hope TUT (The Ultimate Tease) turns back into EFO (Escape From Oregon), the original name I gave it. Hopefully, it kicks ass and gets us outa here! He doesn’t expect it to spit out a few hundred a day from the get-go, but to gradually make more and more of a profit. Hopefully not too gradual, but we’ll see.

Even though I have no scale to track my progress, I’ve started the tea diet up again, cut my calories, and increased my workouts. I can track my progress by how I feel, and believe me, I’ve been feeling awfully fat and out of shape cooped up in this little room! It’s a simple regimen: A fruit cup when I get up, a 400-500 meal 2 hours later, then soups or yogurts and things like that that are between 100-200 calories every 4 hours after that. So I’ll eat 4 times a day, plus have light snacks in between like veggies and crackers.

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 9, 2007 I’m a few thousand points from another $100 on Netwinner, and therefore, a new microwave. The question is, will we ever have a place in which to use one?

As always, things take longer than planned. So while the programming is going well, it’s definitely not going fast. He still hopes to do at least a few races within the next few days. Yesterday was the first Saturday he didn’t have to work in ages, so he got a lot of time to spend on it. What seems really promising is the fact that due to the changes he’s made, he may very well be able to change the way he bets. Before he could only bet exactas, which were inconsistent. Now he thinks he can do trifectas and perfectas.

The truck is running fantastic, he says, and so we hope we can get the damn thing taken care of soon enough. The pigs here may not make going after expired vehicles a top priority, but we don’t want to take risks, minimal or not.

I’m so glad the people on the end left yesterday as they were horribly noisy! I was surprised when Tom said there was someone on the other side a few days ago. The end people were so damn noisy I couldn’t tell. I wish both rooms could stay empty as long as we’re here! But we’ll be here for months or even years. They don’t race as much in the winter, so even if he can make money at it, and enough to not have to work elsewhere, this still doesn’t necessarily mean we’d finally get to choose where to go. We could very well still be stuck with either this place or an apartment as our only options. I just hope that 50K dream was connected to the horses! If it was, then we could certainly be in the driver’s seat of our housing situation for once!

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 7, 2007 Another day as God’s little puppet. The room on our left has been wonderfully empty for two weeks now, but the end room’s been occupied by people who are horribly noisy. It’s been terrible! If it weren’t for me hearing that they’re leaving tomorrow, I’d be complaining for damn sure. They bang and stomp around all morning long. There’s a couple there. The lady, who’s the only one who can walk normally, leaves around 8:00. The guy follows a couple of hours later. The mother-fucker walks harder than Andy ever did! How can a human being walk so hard and not hurt themselves? Stomping like that has to wreak havoc on the joints. The reason I know they’re leaving tomorrow is cuz the cock talks so damn loud that I could make out enough words he was saying to whoever he was talking to on the phone when I put my ear to the wall yesterday morning. He’ll be home on Saturday and in Florida on Sunday. Good, cuz after nearly a week of this shit, I’ve had enough! I’m sure new trouble will replace this because there are hardly any people left in this world who can be quiet, but if I can get a few days in between loud, rude obnoxious assholes, great.

They’ve been putting people under us more often lately, which sucks, too. They’ve just got to slam the door along with everyone else and so the vibration jolts me awake when they do it when I’m asleep.

Right now I’ve got my headphones on cuz I don’t want to hear the shit next door. How can I possibly have faith in God after so many years of being hounded by noise like this everywhere I go??? Well, I don’t as far as Him ever allowing us to live in peace because I know He’ll never let us. Of that much, I’m sure of. That alone just makes me want to kill myself at times! I just hate living a life that can never be my own and that I can’t have much say in.

Without those horses performing a miracle, we’re stuck in this room indefinitely, and this is no way to live. I wish I was a noise freak like most people! If I could only dig noise and not care about ever seeing our stuff again, Tom could just get a job within walking distance of this place, quit driving again, get rid of our stuff, and see about getting into an end room on the other side. At least that room’s bigger and has two beds.

Sae or Sei came to do our room yesterday if that’s how you spell her name. It’s short for something but definitely pronounced like the word "say." This is the scrawny Asian woman in her late 40s or so. The housekeepers are taking longer lately cuz they’ve gotten to know me, so they like to chat more. All except for the last time the Indian bitch was here, and the two times the other Indian was here. I don’t think she even knows enough English to chat as it is.

As for the truck, he wants to work on it some more before he makes a second attempt at emissions. Meanwhile, he says there have been cops all around him, yet no one’s bothered paying any attention to him, so I guess there’s no immediate hurry. Still, if we’re going to be stupid enough to keep on living lives that can never belong to us, I want it done and over with real soon!

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 5, 2007 I still don’t know if we’ll make it, but I do know I had the shittiest birthday since my 35th one in jail. If the truck continues to fail emissions and we lose it, then no, we won’t make it. Especially since our savings is now gone and we couldn’t just run out and get a new heap of shit. Not unless the horses surprised me. Tom insists it was a major breakthrough when I commented on how rough it would’ve been had he had to start over if the asshole that broke into our truck had gotten his computer, too. I guess he decided this would be a damn good idea in some areas of the programming. He thinks we might be able to test it this weekend. Meanwhile, tomorrow he’s going to take the truck in for a tune-up and take another shot at getting it to pass emissions.

Satish woke me up after a few hours of sleep to tell me what I figured he’d tell me; that he’s going to hold out another year. He also needed to do something in the bathroom cuz the room below us was leaking (I also figured it was about time someone needed to come in for something).

I haven’t had any nightmares, so maybe we aren’t being pushed toward death like last time, but I’m losing my will to survive. If my only choices are to die, live in this room, or an apartment, then I’d rather be dead. I’m sick of trying to be where I can never be!

Some people are strange, not to mention downright rude. They were gabbing away a few doors down as if it were the middle of a lovely afternoon rather than a late chilly night. These are smokeless rooms, so a lot of the coming and going you hear are people going outside to smoke.

Later…

Tom ended up getting the truck worked on for $70 instead of $110, so we went out for KFC afterward since we saved money and might not live past the weekend. He hates chicken, but because his chicken sandwich was honey barbecue, he didn’t even know the difference.

My left hip hurt when we first started on our way, but then it loosened up. No one ages that fast, plus I’m 42 and not 82, so I’m thinking it’s due to being confined in such a tiny space. Even the dump we lived in was bigger! Funny how we keep getting smaller and smaller. Any of the good things I was looking forward to doing like learning Italian just isn’t worth life’s bullshit anymore. As I’ve said before, if we’re still not meant to be in the driver’s seat of our lives in this day and age, we never will be. We’ll just continue to be forced to live where we don’t want to and teased for nothing in more ways and extremes than the norm. There are also the millions of little things that add up too, that we’re pretty fed up with. I can’t even get a day in my life without pain for the most part. Was that really an unreasonable request too, to want to live pain-free? To want to sleep normally? To not have to hear our neighbor’s every move?

He didn’t get a chance to take another shot at getting the heap of shit to pass emissions, so maybe tomorrow, though I still think it’s too old to stand much of a chance, and as he said, there’s no way to know for sure if what was done to it today really helped it or not.

Whether or not it passes will tell me what God’s up to this time around. If it passes, He just wanted us to lose our savings in order to keep us trapped even longer in this room. That is unless there’s a miracle with the horses. I’m pretty sure this is why we were denied the Citrus Heights apartment and why the housing cost had to coincidentally drop when it did too; to keep us trapped here. Well, we came here to better our lives, not live like bums in a motel! So while He can stop us from going where we want to, He can’t keep us in this room forever either. I hate for the only way out to be suicide, but I’m sure most people would rather that than this!

But that’s exactly what may be happening here. God may’ve set us on the road to death once again, just not as quickly as the last time. If so, this time we’re not running to anyone for help, even if they have the means to do so. That wouldn’t be fair to them any more than to us. So if the truck keeps failing to pass, we’re out of here. Period. Whether we want out or not, the truck would eventually get pulled off the road, even though Tom said he saw a ‘9’ vehicle on the road the other day. If it was us, though, it would get yanked off the road, he’d be out of work, and if the horses were really just another joke on us or a reality that couldn’t happen fast enough, we’d end up starving on the streets if we didn’t kill ourselves first.

So much for thinking God really did care after all. He denied my prayers to get into Satish’s house and so far He’s been ignoring my emissions request. Guess you just can’t ask for what isn’t meant to be or else the horses would’ve taken off over a year ago. We might’ve ended up screwed for a while if they had, though, with the lousy internet connection we had to deal with our first couple of months here.

The truck’s either gonna pass, the horses are going to take off, we’re going to get out of this damn room and live where we want to for once, or the truck’s going to keep failing, get taken away, causing him to lose his job and us to die because we absolutely won’t be reduced to street life. I don’t see much else that could happen at this point. When our time’s up, it’s up, but I hope it’s not up just yet if the horses could work out. If the truck passes, but they’re not working out, then I still wouldn’t feel we had much hope, but we’ll see.

MONDAY, DECEMBER 3, 2007 The truck failed emissions. Fucking figures, huh? Why did I bother running to mommy and daddy for temporary help? Why didn’t we just get the fuck out of this world two months ago? There’s no place for us here or anywhere else. I see what that was too, a few months ago. Just like I knew I was being prepared for something the night they took me to Florence, what happened two months ago was just a training drill. God knew I was too chicken to die that night, afraid of what awaited me on the other side and of the dying process itself. So He obviously felt that having us nearly lose our lives like we did would toughen me up and make me a little braver. Well, it worked! It worked because I’m no longer nearly as scared or as sad as I am mad! I’m tired of sitting in this room month after month, living on impossible dreams! All our dreams, as simple and as reasonable as they may be since all we ever really wanted was a decent, peaceful place to live and a reliable vehicle, are totally impossible. Why? Oh, just because it’s what we want. What’s possible for most others is simply out of the question for Tom and Jodi S.

We would prefer to live and do the things we’d like to do in life, but as I said before, we have to go someday anyway so why stick around for another 40 years or so of bullshit and trying to get to where we can never be? Besides, I see where God’s going here. Once again, He’s having us slowly backed into a corner with no way out. So much for thinking we were friends now. Well, He can back us into any corner He wants because this time I’m not running to anyone! I’m not going to live to keep on being kicked back and forbidden from being in the driver’s seat of our lives. And as Tom said, so what if the truck eats our savings, cuz he’s resigned himself to the fact that it’s either the horses or nothing since no one gives a damn about us and those who do can’t help us. Well, I know the horses aren’t going to save us, so yeah, it’s ok if all the money’s gone by the weekend because we’ll be gone then, too.

He said he’s had vehicles fail emissions before and that the Ford Tempo he had when we were newly married and living in Phoenix took 3 times to pass. He was right about it passing the carbon monoxide test, but its timing is off and it idles too fast. But even if it did pass with the quick oil change his online research suggests, that wouldn’t change anything. Especially if I’m the one who’s right about the horses and him being naively optimistic. We’d still be stuck in this room forever, dreaming of the impossible.

I wanted to live to receive the new TV we won if they’d ever send it. I wanted to live to see my stuff again, get new rats and do all kinds of things. But there are pros to dying, too. I won’t have to deal with my teeth and ear anymore or suffer the effects of growing old. No more poverty spells or noisy neighbors. All this would be gone.

I don’t know why I didn’t have any dreams about this last night, but I guess I’ve finally accepted the fact that if God doesn’t want us to live, He won’t let us. I just wish He would’ve been kinder to us and had us killed off instantly in an accident or something! But He never cared. Never has, never will. Meanwhile, there are plenty of others He can bless with our dreams instead. Others can live them out. And others can have our stuff, too.

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 2, 2007 Sometimes I wonder, did we do the right thing by calling my folks and not killing ourselves that night? Oh, I’d still prefer to live and so would he. But where we want to, not where fate says we have to. Yet I’ve been stuck in places I didn’t want to be in since I was 15 years old, so I don’t see this changing anytime soon. Just like we all have certain physical traits, both good and bad, I think we all have certain life traits too, also good and bad. I’ve definitely been cursed when it comes to sex, sleep, noise, and being stuck where I don’t want to be.

After not having anyone on the end for one wonderful week, we’ve now got someone slamming in and out of there. No one’s been on the other side for a few days, but I’m sure that’ll all change soon enough, too. I hear more inside movement from that room because its closet area, dresser, table and cabinets are by the dividing wall, but I don’t know what’s worse – hearing inside scuffling that goes on and on that annoys me rather than wakes me up, or the doors slamming less often that does wake me up.

Tom had a frustrating setback with the horses this afternoon but is now just 2-3 hours from knowing how much longer we’ll be stuck here. He got tired, though, and needed to hit the sack since he’s got to get up so early. I’ve been saying that I wish he could make a copy of himself just like you can make copies of MP3s. If he could copy himself, he’d have had it done a long time ago so one copy could stay back and work on the horses. This still doesn’t mean this may not be just another tease on us, but we’d at least have a better idea of it by now if he’d had more time.

Now they’re talking about not starting second shift till next year which tells me they’re really not all that serious and are all talk and no action. If the horses could just work out, though, then he won’t need to be there long enough to find out for sure!

So for a while longer, we’ll be “unsentenced inmates” stuck in this room anywhere from a couple of weeks to forever. We just don’t know.

Meanwhile, he got an idea that sounded appealing, but that could also take forever. That’s the problem, though. If God really does care about us, then why must everything take so long if they even happen at all? Why can’t anything come fast and easy for us?

His idea was to get an RV. My first thought, upon remembering Gert, as I called the old piece of shit we went to Oregon in, was NO WAY! It’s like living on a full-wave waterbed. Just the slightest movement on his part and I’m vibrated wide awake when trying to sleep. But then Tom said to get that $1500 piece of shit out of my head. He’s talking about one that might cost 10 grand or more, but this way I wouldn’t have to worry about us losing it since we’d own it outright, and we could move it if it got noisy wherever we were at the moment. It’d be an alternative to spending a few months to a year in a rocking complex while we waited to be able to buy a place. Then, as soon as we bought land, we could move it onto it while we had something built.

I really like this idea better than a motel/apartment/duplex, but I don’t know if it’ll ever happen. The problem is that it could take many months to buy an RV, and I still believe something up there is trying to hold us back and wants to keep us where we don’t want to be, so it’s hard to be very hopeful. I think it’ll be either here or in an apartment. Maybe the best we could do would be a duplex so we’d only have to listen to the neighbors and not so much outside activity as well.

I wish that if we couldn’t be rich at least Jessie could be. If she could give us 10 grand to get something now, there’s no reason we couldn’t give her a grand a month, and that’s the least we could give her. If things did pick up, we could pay more. But that way we’d be dealing with someone we knew and trusted.

For now, though, we have to hope to hell that truck passes emissions tomorrow!

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bloodwrittenballad · 3 years ago

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Not Again | Peter Parker x Reader

SPOILERS for Spider-Man: No Way Home, do not proceed to read if you have not yet seen the film!!! I am not responsible for spoilers if you proceed past the cut. Warnings and summary under cut <3

Summary: He will not let history repeat itself again

Warnings: Slight Angst, mentions of death, hurt/comfort, swearing. this is andrew’s peter because i’ve been a simp of his for years and im so glad his peter is finally getting the love he fuckin deserves!!!

Requests are very much open, i’ll currently be writing mainly for peter (especially andy’s vers) but i will be making an official list within the next few days for other characters i’m open to writing for!! Feel free to send some in if you have any ideas, i’d love to write for you!! especially angst, i love me some angst!!!!!!

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The whole last month or so of your life had been, to put it oh so nicely, a fucking disastrous shit show.

After returning from what was supposed to be a fun and peaceful trip to Europe - only for it to be ruined by yet another idiot asshole - you wanted nothing more than to just spend it by your best friends side before you both inevitably went your own ways for college. However, it seemed that asshole who had ruined your trip to Europe also just wanted to ruin your lives. The second Peter Parker’s identify was revealed, was the moment your life would forever be changed. Knowing he was Spider-Man beforehand, and having to deal with the consequences of that, were nothing now that the public knew. The affect of what happened once that Mysterious announced the real identity of the friendly neighborhood spider-man, sent everything in your life into a total spiral.

Your dream college, (school of choice), had rejected you, leaving your hopes and dreams crushed. Then of course there was the police interrogation, which had seemed to be never ending. On top of that, there was protests everywhere you went. They were mostly for Peter, but people also seemed to have it out for you as well since you had “aided and abetted a criminal”

It was all bullshit, and honestly starting to weigh on you. You never regretted anything you ever did for Peter, and you never would, you just wish that things were different. Apparently Peter thought the same, because he decided to try and change it. However, as most things in your lives do, it backfired. And badly. Now, on top of your never ending list of problems and revelations, you just learned that there was very much in fact a multiverse. Not only that, but people from those multiverse’s were here, along with two more Peter Parker’s… To make things even more fun, you also found out that there were different versions of you in those said universes. Though, much to your unfortunate knowledge, you were only alive in two of those universes. This on, and in the older Peter’s….

When you found out that you had died in one of them, your knees wobbled and you almost fell to the floor, but Peter 3 - as you all learned to call him, to save confusion - caught you. “Woah, woah, hey!” He cooed gently, helping you stand up, but not letting go of his embrace on you until he knew for sure you were okay to stand on your own. “It’s okay, y/n, Ive got you.” Peter 3 reassured you, carefully backing up to give you space. “You okay, (y/n/n)” Mj called out to you softly. You looked up at her with, your eyes wide with both confusion and worry. You didn’t fully trust yourself to speak, so you just nodded lightly.

“Are you sure?” Peter 3 reassured, which made you then shrug. “I mean, how would you feel if you just found out that you exist in other universes but in one of them you’re dead? That’s pretty fucked up, if you ask me.” You couldn’t help but grumble, you were now freaked out more than before. Though, once you saw the sorrowful look on Peter 3’s face, you began to soften. “Sorry,” you mumbled to him. “I’m just- I’m freaked out, is all…” Peter 3 looked back up at you, a sad but still warm smile on his face. “It’s alright, y/n, I understand. Just know though that you’ll be okay, nothings going to happen to you. I won’t let anything happen to you. Not again…” He whispered the last part, pain and guilt evident in his voice at the thought of losing his y/n. He didn’t want to go through that again. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Peter didn’t think you had heard the last part, but you did. There was sadness in your eyes as you gazed upon his face, the brokenness so evident behind his glass facade. You scooted closer to him, taking his hand in yours, which made him look up at you. “Hey,” you cooed as rested your free hand on his cheek. “Whatever happened to me back in your universe, it’s not your fault.” Peter tried to protest, but you were quick to stop him. “It wasn’t. I haven’t known you long, but I know from experience that my Peter Parker tries his absolute damn hardest to protect those he loves. I can tell you’re just like that, too. So please, don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault, okay?” He looked at you with teary eyes, leaning further into your touch as he whispered, “okay.” He squeezed your hand, the one you had been holding, and devoted a promise to you that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t let history repeat itself with you. Not again. Not ever fucking again….

#SPOILERS AHEAD #DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT YET SEEN THE FILM #no way home spoilers #spoilers #no way home #spider man: nwh #spider man x reader #spider-man imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

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doctorstethoscope · 3 years ago

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Yes, Mr. President || To Second Chances

art by @multiverse-mxdness

happy saturday my lovessss big things are happeningggg

story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: discussion of adultery, food and alcohol consumption

wordcount: 2.1k

Haley keeps her promise not to name you to the press– you’re grateful to her for that, even if every reporter in the country isn’t. When you make your way into the office on Monday morning, everyone is already working— or, half working, at least. Good Morning America is on in the background, and JJ and Emily are listening intently to the conversation about President Hotchner’s Mystery Mistress.

“This can’t all be about Amanda Tanner, can it?” JJ asks. “I mean, that whole thing was done and over with.” “It’s probably not about her, but the Amanda Tanner incident points to a pattern of sleazy behavior,’ Emily asserts, her eyes flicking up to you for only half of a second— so quick that you wonder if you’re making it up.

“What does it matter?” Morgan asks, trying to save you. “It’s his private life, just like he keeps saying.”

“Of course it matters, Derek. Don’t you care if the President is taking advantage of a string of twentysomething year old interns and junior aides?” JJ laments.

“If that were the case, don’t you think at least one of them would have spoken up by now?” he suggests. “I don’t think that’s what happened here.”

“He’s right,” Emily agrees. “They’d have plenty for a big payout if they wanted to go public. The fact that they haven’t— whoever they are— makes it seem like it was an emotional affair, not just a sexual one.”

“What do you think?” JJ asks you. “You know him better than any of us.”

“Alright, enough.” Derek says. “Even if he is a sleaze, he’s still her friend.”

“I think we should all focus on our clients— and the President is not one of them.” You state with finality before heading into your office and swinging the door shut behind you. You hang your head in your hands and take a few deep breaths, only looking up when you hear the door swing open a few moments later— it’s only Derek. You drop the tension in your shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I should have—”

“They’re right. They’re normal questions to ask. I need to be prepared for that,” you brush him off.

“I’m worried about you,” Derek confesses.

“Don’t worry about me,” the command tumbles out of you— it’s instinctual at this point. You can handle yourself, there’s no need for him to be involved.

“I do. I do worry about you. Especially with him,” Derek says.

You sigh. “He wants me by his side in the White House. He wants to get a divorce, and he wants me to be First Lady,” you scoff. “He wants me to fix it, the PR thing, so he can run for re-election, and I did. I stayed up all night, I wrote a plan. I handled it. But you know, I can’t just… I worry about me, too,” you admit.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Even for the President of the United States,” Derek reminds you.

“Right,” you say. “I should really get back to work.”

“Right,” Derek says, clearly not pleased to be brushed off, but he lets you be.

Your reinstated Camp David trips always leave you with a seemingly insurmountable pile of emails to consolidate come Monday morning. You skim most of them, pull out the relevant items into a to-do list, when a saved Google Alert you’d forgotten that you’d set catches you eye. You call Rossi immediately.

“Go for Dave,” he says when he picks up the phone.

“We’ve got a problem,” you tell him.

“When do we not?” He sighs.

“Strauss reopened her campaign finance accounts.”

“Fuck.” Rossi says.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll kill her,” he groans.

“Secret Service. You might want to be careful with that,” you remind him, and you’re only half-joking.

“I will handle it,” Rossi says, and you can practically hear the way his teeth are grinding against each other. “Thanks for the heads up.”

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“Alright,” Rossi says, shutting the door behind him after bringing Haley into the oval. “It’s time for the two of you to kiss and make up.”

“David,” Aaron groans.

“The two of you are going to sit here, talk it out, then you’re going to walk past the press pool on your way back to the residence,” he instructs.

“I am not doing that!” The President asserts.

“Erin Strauss is preparing to run against you for the nomination— you need to move past this. Both of you do.” Rossi instructs.

“It’s fine, Aaron. We can sit here and shoot daggers at each other and then go be seen together. It’s nothing,” Haley grumbles.

“It’s not nothing,” he disagrees vehemently. “This phase of our lives is over. Make no mistake. We will be getting divorced. Then, a respectable time after the divorce is finalized, I will go on one or two high profile dates with well educated, age-appropriate career women, which will naturally be chronicled in immaculate details by tabloids and respectable press alike. And when word leaks six months later that I’ve been spending time with one of my oldest, most trusted advisors, who selflessly returned to service as a spokeswoman for the administration when I was lying half-dead in a hospital bed, a woman who has always stood beside me as my friend and colleague— when it gets out that she and I have started, after all this time, to care for one another in a way that is no longer strictly professional, America will love her,” Aaron details.

“She and I will be a living, breathing monument to second chances. And you will play along, Haley. Because your approval rating is already tanking, and public opinion can turn in an instant, and you do not want to be known forevermore as the man who tried to take down the President of the United States for going after true love,” he tells her.

“Well then,” Haley says, taken aback. “Seems like you never really needed me at all,” she concludes, turning on her heel and storming out of the oval without another word.

There’s a beat, and then Rossi speaks up. “I take it you didn’t come up with all of that off the cuff.”

“No,” Aaron chuckles. “She thought of it last night while we were at Camp David. It was like watching Picasso paint,” he says fondly.

“It’s good,” Rossi nods. “I hope it works.”

“It will.”

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You shouldn’t be surprised when the President turns up at your doorstep anymore, but you still are.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as Aaron steps inside.

“I was hoping I’d stay the night, although I know it’s rude to invite myself,” he answers simply as he follows you into the kitchen, reaching into the bowl of vegetables you had been chopping and pulling out a carrot to munch on.

“I see that didn’t stop you from turning up here,” you tease him. “It’s a weeknight.”

“Sure is,” he says. You level him with a glance, and he elaborates. “Rossi tried to pull some political crap with me and Haley today. I didn’t like it. I wanted to see you. Is that a crime?”

You raise your hands, accepting defeat. “In the jury of public opinion, it might be,” you remind him. “Rossi wants you and Haley back together.”

“You know, the funny thing is, Rossi’s name isn’t listed anywhere on our marriage license. I’ve checked,” Aaron says, sliding in next to you in front of the countertop and picking up the knife you’d put down, finishing up the chopped vegetables you were adding to your salad bowl. You could almost laugh at how easily he inserted himself into your apartment, your dinner– your whole life, really.

“You could put the genie back in the bottle, you know. You could start over,” you suggest, gently. You really don’t want him to take you up on it, but it’s only fair of you to present all of the options he has available.

“I am starting over. I’m doing it right this time, with you by my side,” he says, and it’s technically an agreement, but it feels like an argument.

“You can run fresh, run clean— with Haley by your side. It’s what Rossi wants, what he was trying to do today, and he’s not wrong for it,” you elaborate.

“Yes, he is,” Aaron disagrees, putting the knife back down and turning to face you.

“You can win with Haley by your side,” you tell him.

“You don’t get it! I want you by my side. Win or lose, I want you. That’s the plan. That’s what we talked about. We can do this together. You’re going to be my first lady.” You cringe at the new title, and Aaron catches it. “Unless that’s not what you want,” he says.

“You are what I want,” you assure him.

“Then isn’t that all that matters?” He asks.

“I don’t— I don’t know, Aaron!” you exclaim.

“What is it, angel? Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on— I can’t help if I don’t know,” he implores you.

“My team needs me, Aaron. And I like my work– I don’t want to give up that part of me,” you elaborate.

“I don’t want you to give anything up— not anything you don’t want to,” he agrees.

“I know you don’t, but traditionally, the First Lady—”

“Traditionally, the President of the United States isn’t divorced. Traditionally, the First Lady isn’t a political genius in her own right, Hillary Clinton aside. There’s nothing traditional about us, sweet girl. And that doesn’t scare me. It shouldn’t scare you either. We’ll figure it out.”

You smile a little. “And to think you had a reputation as some stoic, hard-ass realist,” you tease him.

“That was before you came along,” he reminds you with a grin. “I’m a changed man.”

You laugh a little, and shake your head. “Yeah, well, why don’t you change into something more comfortable and help me finish dinner,” you tease him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he agrees with a smirk as he heads off to your bedroom to change.

The two of you bring dinner and the remainder of the bottle of wine you had opened over to the table– you can feel how the alcohol-soaked heat has risen to your cheeks, and Aaron’s hair is delightfully tousled. The whole affair is almost sickeningly cozy, and you can’t help but smile into your roasted potatoes.

“Look at me,” Aaron requests, and you lift your chin, obeying him curiously. He smiles, shakes his head a little. “You always do that.” “Do what?” You ask.

“When you smile— your best smile, the one that looks like you’ve figured out how to internalize sunshine— you hide your face. You always have, as long as I’ve known you,” he informs you, and you grow even more shy under his adoring gaze,

“Come on. You’re seriously trying to say you’ve never seen me smile?” You tease him.

“Of course not— but the way you smile at a reporter who’s asked a good question, and the way you smile at Rossi when he asks if you’ve been sleeping, and the way you smile at me when I crack a bad joke— they’re all different smiles. I’m saying you hide the best ones, the most real ones,” he elaborates, reaching for your hand from across the table. “This is real, you and me. You don’t need to hide. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You’re alone when you wake up, but that’s no surprise— Aaron has to sneak out while it’s still dark to avoid being seen. He’d kissed you goodbye— you remember stirring, but you must have rolled back over and fallen asleep. It’s still early when you wake up— only 5:30, but you feel well-rested, whole. You always did after a night with Aaron. It was early enough for you to get a run in, and if you were quick you may even get to catch the sun rise over the monuments. So you hopped out of bed and changed quickly, taming your bedhead and filling up a water bottle. As you tie your shoes, you wonder if you’ll have time to stop for a latte on your way into the office.

The building is quiet as you lock up your apartment— it’s mostly other DC career politicos who live here, but even they don’t make it out the door for another hour on a good day. You pop in your headphones and wave politely to the doorman before you step out to the warm DC morning air– and a swarm of reporters all screaming your name.

You’re momentarily in shock, with microphones and cameras pointed at you from every direction, and you can’t tell what they want. You take your headphones out of your ears to hear them better.

“Is it true? Are you the President’s mistress?

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 4 years ago

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Hi wifey 💘 hope u are fine! I have a request- can u maybe write something where Tom and the reader have a fight and Tom says something that really hurts the reader🥺 just angst with fluff at the end

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer this wifey! I hope you're happy with it though! I love me some gut wrenching angst, love you xx

Long Distance

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: angst, fighting

Summary: You’ve got some things to talk about when Tom gets home

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“You’re home late,” (y/n) hummed, watching as Tessa ran to greet Tom at the door.

“I told you, we stopped for dinner on the way home,” he smiled, scratching the dog's head affectionately.

“I didn’t realize you’d be out so late, I could have met up with you guys.”

“Oh no need for that love,” he dropped his bag on the floor before moving to greet her with a quick kiss, “I’d love to hop into bed with you right away darling but I’m in dire need of a shower so I will be right back.”

“Alright,” she pursed her lips for just a moment, “I’ll be here.”

“You can join me if you want,” he offered with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes, “You just said you're in dire need of a shower.”

“Oh shush, if I was that gross you would have noticed already,” he stuck his tongue out before disappearing behind the bathroom door, leaving her alone with Tessa again.

She sighed, settling back into bed while she waited for Tom to clean up. Of course she didn’t want to get mad at Tom on his first day home, but the annoyance had been slowly building over his whole trip. It had been constant missed calls and texts, half assed replies only coming hours later. He never reached out to her unprompted, he seemed distracted on call, and then, to top it all off, he’d showed up hours later than he was supposed to, only telling her that he was grabbing food.

Tom left the bathroom, a towel hanging off his hips as he pulled one of the dresser drawers open, “Where are your jammies?” he frowned.

“Oh I rearranged the clothes, yours are in the top two and mine are in the bottom.

“Oh…” he pulled out some sweats and began changing, “I liked having them all together, then my clothes smell like you and yours smell like me, it’s nice for when I go away, reminds me of you,” he flashed her a smile, but it fell when he looked back at her, “What?”

“Doesn’t seem like it's a very good reminder.”

“What? Darling of course it is, it makes me feel at home, and that little piece of you is really comforting to me,” he sat at her feet, “You’re upset with me.”

She nodded, “Yeah, but I know you’re tired, we can talk about it tomorrow.”

“No, no, we can talk about it now, I figured we’d stay up for a bit anyway. Besides, it’s not good to go to bed angry,” he kissed her hand before crossing his legs, “Tell me what’s on your mind love.”

“Okay,” she took a deep breath, “I just felt like we hardly talked while you were gone and that really bugged me. I mean I understand that you were busy doing press and everything, but I felt like I was really on the back burner.”

“Love I called you every opportunity I had, and I warned you I wouldn’t have much free time, this is a big film, there’s lots to be done.”

“I understand that Tom, but I know you didn’t call me every chance you got because you never called me unprompted. I mean the whole time you were gone I only heard from you after I reached out, and I was lucky if I got a reply on the same day. Then you come home hours late, you don’t tell me where you are, you don’t invite me out with you, I mean I’m your girlfriend Tom.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way darling but I put my best effort in here, I don’t know what you want me to say, I was just busy. And I’m sorry I was late getting home but we��d been flying all day, we were hungry, we stopped for dinner, it wasn’t like I was avoiding coming home or something.”

“No but you didn’t invite me, and I’m not saying we need to do everything together, but when you're gone for a whole month I wanna feel like you're excited to see me when you come home.”

“I am excited to see you!” he laughed, cupping her face in his hands, “You can ask anyone darling, I was buzzing the whole way home, they couldn’t get me to shut up about you.”

“It doesn’t matter what you say to other people Tom,” she groaned, pushing his hands away, “I know I’m being petty here but you didn’t even want me at the airport, in fact you told me not to come because the traffic would be annoying and you’d be home at 8 anyway, and then you weren’t. Don’t you understand why that makes me feel unwanted?”

“Airports irritate you, I just wanted to save you the trip,” he defended, “I really am sorry it’s been such a rough month darling, but you could have let me know a lot sooner too. You know you can always come visit when I’m away, and if you really wanted me home right away all you had to do was tell me.”

“It’s not that simple Tom, I have my own things going on, I can’t just fly across the world because you’re too busy to take two seconds to text me back. And the point is that I want you to want to come home to me. I don’t want to have to tell you I want you to come home, I want you to do it because you want to see me as much as I want to see you.”

“Darling I know it’s not that easy but you knew what you were getting into with this relationship.”

“I knew that I was getting into long distance, but that doesn’t mean we don’t talk.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you, it’s hard for you to understand what it’s like but I was busy all day, everyday. Whenever I wasn’t working I was sleeping, I got back to you whenever I could, and I’m sorry that that wasn’t as frequent as you would have liked, but you weren’t the only thing on my mind.”

“I wasn’t on your mind at all, evidently.”

Tom sucked in a sharp breath, rising from his seat to cross his arms, “Is that what you think?”

“That’s what you made clear with your actions,” she retorted.

His jaw was locked, his cheeks flushed red with anger, “I can’t spend less time away (y/n), and I can’t always put you at the top of my priority list. It just comes with the job and if you can’t handle that you’re welcome to leave.”

“Leave?” she repeated, in shock that the words had actually left his mouth.

He nodded, confirmed she’d heard correctly, “If you’re not happy you can leave.”

She pushed herself off the bed, shaking her head in disbelief as she approached the dresser, “Fine.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, watching as she began tossing clothes onto the bed. The anger seemed to flood away in an instant, “What are you doing?”

“Leaving.”

“Darling wait,” he sighed, “Don’t do that. Let’s sit down again.”

“You told me to leave, so I’m leaving,” she snapped back.

“I didn’t say that,” he groaned, grabbing her hands as he moved in between her and the dresser, “Please stay.”

“I’m telling you that I miss you!” she snapped suddenly, tears starting to prick at the corners of her eyes, “That I need you! A-And I need you to know that you love me when you’re gone, not just when you’re here. Why is that too much?”

He froze, a wave of guilt washing over him in an instant, “It’s not darling, not at all. I got defensive, I’m sorry.”

She sat back down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, “You didn’t just get defensive, you told me to leave.”

“I didn’t mean it like I wanted you to leave,” he tried to explain, “But if you aren’t happy with me then you should leave, as much as that would absolutely kill me.”

“I am happy with you Tom, the happiest I’ve ever been,” she squeezed his hand.

“I’m my happiest with you too,” he pursed his lips, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. It just hurt to come home and immediately get told I’ve been being such a shitty boyfriend.”

“You haven’t been, that’s not what I was trying to imply either. I just need you to put in a little more effort next time you're away. I know it’s hard and you're busy, but I’m not asking you to sit by your phone every second of the day. I just need to know that you miss me too.”

“I do miss you, just…” he trailed off, sighing as he tried to put his words together more calmly, “It’s not easy being away. I mean I do all these press events all day and I get back totally wiped and I’ve got to stay in another hotel all alone. It used to be a lot easier to do that when I didn’t have you to come home too. I never felt like I was missing out on anything before, and now I feel like I’m missing all these moments with you. I try really hard to bury those emotions so I can be happy and do all the interviews and what not.”

“Why couldn’t you just talk to me about it?”

“I would have been a mess if I spent all day dragging on and on about how much I missed you, I had work to do, it was easier to bury it,” he sighed again, “I don’t know darling, I didn’t realize I was hurting you, I was just trying to get it all done so I could come home and be happy again.”

“Okay…” she set her head on his shoulder, “I know maybe it makes it harder for you, but just promise you won’t do that to me next time.”

“Of course not love, I’d never do anything I knew would hurt you,” he kissed her head before nuzzling his nose against her hair, “There won’t be a next time, I won’t go away again.”

“Tom that is not what I want, it’s your job, it’s okay that you have to leave sometimes.”

He shook his head, “It’s not okay if it hurts us, that’s a risk I won’t take. So I won’t go away again unless we’re going together, at least not until I’m sure you know exactly how much I love and appreciate you.”

She peaked up at him before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you Tom.”

“You’re welcome,” he squeezed her tight against his chest again, “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I’d be fucking devistated if you ever left darling.”

“I would never leave,” she assured, “Ever.”

“Me neither,” he hummed, “You and me is the only thing I’ll ever want.”

“Me too,” she closed her eyes, snuggling into his side like she’d been dreaming of doing for a whole month, “You wanna go to bed now?”

He nodded, “There’s nothing I’d like more.”

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forthegothicheroine · 3 years ago

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How other great detectives would solve the disappearance of Rowan Morrison from Summerisle

A series I do sometimes. I think most horror fans know the basic idea behind the original Wicker Man, but if you don’t and want to avoid spoilers, scroll away.

I don’t think most of these detectives are virgins- maybe Miss Marple or Poirot, but maybe not- so I’ll be assuming that for ritual purity purposes, just refusing Willow will have to be enough.

Sam Vimes: Haha. Haha. Oh wow, haha. Picking a detective who’s already an apathetic polytheist sure throws a wrench in Lord Summerisle’s plans! Vimes starts arresting people when he arrives and basically doesn’t stop, mostly for child endangerment (don’t send your children to go jump over fire! there are plenty of murderers out there to do that to them!) He starts kicking back on the other side of the door when Willow starts singing until she gives up and goes away. There’s still some strong danger here since Vimes would fulfill the role of a man who came with kingly power (oh boy he’d hate hearing that!) but Vimes does have one advantage Howie doesn’t have: a loyal team. Lord Summerisle said that no one would come for Howie- maybe he was right or maybe he was bluffing, but he’d sure as hell be wrong where Vimes was concerned, and that’s assuming they got him to come here without any other Watch members in the first place. Without dying or after death, he’s pulling this place down.

Columbo: Here’s the best omen for Columbo’s success- I didn’t think of it until this list, but Lord Summerisle dresses exactly like a Columbo villain! Anyway, schlubby little Columbo solves his cases more or less by pecking at key suspects until he can figure out which ones are lying to him, so I think that bodes well here. He steps off the plane and finds everyone clearly lying to him; he takes out a notepad, writes “THEY ALL DID IT”, and gets back on the plane. Or maybe he could steal a boat and escape later at night so I can give him the chance to annoy Lord Summerisle ("Mythology, huh? My wife has a book about that, very interesting stuff. You know, I thought it was kind of funny how that inn was called the Green Man. See, in that book, Sir Gawain goes to meet this green man with the force of the whole round table behind him, but they’re planning to test and then kill him. Funny thing, right?”)

Phryne Fisher: This makes so much more sense if it was Jack they were after and due to plot hijinks, Phryne ended up there instead of or in addition to him. She has sex with Lord Summerisle almost immediately, and the village isn’t really sure if that counts as breaking ritual purity or not (Willow doesn’t seem like her type.) Besides the ritual purity, they have to deal with the fact that she does not have the authority of a king- she probably doesn’t even have police permission to be here! This whole operation has been a tremendous cockup on the cult’s part.

Dale Cooper: Despite being friendly where Howie was prickly, Cooper has a lot in common with that other doomed policeman who came to a creepy town to save or avenge a young girl. Things might go more or less the same as they did in the movie, but there’s one circumstance under which he might get out with his life. Willow bangs on his door naked, singing a sexy song, and he opens the door for her. She’s a bit disappointed that he failed the test, but instead of going along with the seduction, he tells her that she’s too young for him but that it looks like she could use a friend, and that he thinks she might be lonlier than people realize. Maybe- just maybe- the first genuine offer of nonsexual friendship she’s had in years might break through to her, and she might start to talk.

Philip Marlowe: I love Marlowe, he’s my guy, but I don’t think he’s getting out off this. He’s thrown naked girls out of his bedroom before- why should he think this time is any different? He and Summerisle have nice long chats about history and literature, but in the process he demonstrates that he has a very strong sense of morality and propriety (if not religion) and that he thinks of himself as a sort of fairy tale knight. That’s bad. That’s very, very bad.

Sam Spade: I think he ruins this by trying to extort Lord Summerisle for blackmail money and Summerisle just kills him and needs to find a new detective to trap. Either that, or he gets away with it because he absolutely sleeps with Willow.

Poirot: This trip is the single most miserable experience of Poirot’s life. Even more so than the nudity, he knows he has plunged into hell upon eating the terrible food and finding they don’t even have any of their famous apples! In fact, I like the idea that it’s their famous food that first leads him in the direction of the answer; the harvest was bad, the book suggests they might have made a sacrifice, but they’ve had girls pose by those crops every year without anything bad happening to them. If the girls aren’t the sacrifice, who is? Willow’s attempted seduction certainly upsets him (David Suchet says he played him as asexual, but even if that’s not your interpretation, naked youths pounding on his door are the last thing he wants!) I don’t know if he can escape, but I think he can pull the right threads to figure things out and ruin the event.

Miss Marple: Boy, does Lord Summerisle feel like an asshole about this! Miss Marple does her best not to judge anyone for so much nudity- these young people today do insist on being modern, she just hopes they don’t catch cold. I think she’d really frustrate the islanders by not seeming to actually do her role. She’s not breaking down doors and demanding answers, and when Willow sings at her door she just chats about how nice it is that youngsters are interested in traditional folk music, seeming not to even get the test. What they don’t know is that Miss Marple is very, very good at listening and observing. She knows. And she’s going to play the part of the dotty old lady right up until the very point when she can get back on that plane.

Kinsey Milhone: Kinsey may be in trouble here. Innocent young people being put in danger, especially when she could have saved them, is the sort of thing that drives her courage but could also propel her blindly into her doom. If things don’t go exactly as they did in the movie, it will be because she focuses on a different question- who sent her that letter? Everyone acts like they know what’s going on, so who “didn’t know” where Rowan was and was “afraid something terrible had happened”? The bigger the conspiracy looks, the less likely it is that anyone could have been ignorant or even sent a secret letter, and that might let Kinsey realize it was sent on purpose.

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lavendermin · 4 years ago

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would you mind | childe

pairing | childe/reader

word count | 1.9k

genre | developing relationship, light smut, complicated feelings

If ever there was a force greater than the ancient winds of old Mondstadt, it was that harbinger from Snezhnaya. All it took was one afternoon during your shift for him to gain an interest in you—a fascination maybe.

The Fatui weren’t known for a good reputation in Liyue, and it only made you a bit uneasy knowing his high ranking—a cautious approach to a stranger in higher power. You couldn’t deny him and you didn’t dare show disrespect for subtle fear of consequence.

Rumors of people getting blackmailed—or worse— from getting tangled with the Fatui spread like wildfire in the harbor. Though they were baseless accusations, they didn’t stop from simmering in the back of your mind. The ‘what if’ was a damning point your mind made. Rumors didn’t come from nowhere around these parts.

Though Childe carried a sense of danger with him, there was something about him that kept your nerves manageable. The persona he carried was very impressionable, maybe even a little irritating at times. He was a persistent one.

“Mind if I join you for lunch?”

“Sir… I work here.” He knew this, too, yet he always arrived at the tea house with the same line. Still, you were quick to tend to him.

Childe hummed, eyes grinning with him as he happily plopped down at the table you swiftly offered him. “I’ll take that as an opportunity. The usual, please.”

Just treat him like a normal patron, was a personal mantra to get you through a shift at the tea house.

You were just lucky he was well-mannered. It made dealing with him easier. There was something about him that irked you, but at the end of the day he was polite and never forced a conversation if you were busy serving others.

“You don’t seem to talk much these days,” Childe notes as he swirls the remnants of his tea in its cup. It’s nearing closing time and you keep glancing over at the clock as he makes no move to leave. He sighs dramatically, “I miss our conversations.”

It’s playful, knowing full-well you hardly ever speak to avoid trouble from your boss. Maybe you would blame it on the exhaustion of a long shift, maybe put blame on lack of sleep. The comment, however, still makes you break seriousness and you erupt in an abrupt fit of laughter you quickly fight to quiet down. Luckily you’re closing by yourself tonight.

The sound is melodic, surprising Childe as a grin grows on his face. Though your back is turned as your shoulders shake from suppressed laughter, he can see the embarrassed red at the tips of your ears.

Oh, so you did find his company entertaining.

Your back straightens, and when you turn around you’re back to keeping him at a distance with an air of seriousness. Nothing more than work and patrons.

Childe leaves after wishing you a safe trip home and thanks for the wonderful service, as usual. The briskness of the cool night air keeps his mind intrigued once more with the mystery that surrounds you. Duty in Liyue was getting quite boring, and he decided to indulge in figuring you out.

“Would you mind if I joined you for a stroll?”

The familiar ginger hair strode up matching your pace. In the bustling crowd of the harbor, his presence sticks out like the cries of seagulls overhead. Maybe it’s your paranoia, but you swear people make an effort to move away from your little bubble he now infiltrated.

Still, he’s a harbinger.

So you nod quietly.

“I’m just running errands. It’s quite boring.” The way his eyes linger on yours for a second longer has you averting your gaze. The smile he wears… since when did it make your chest squeeze?

“I’m sure not as boring as some of the tasks I’m given,” he chuckles.

“Paperwork, I’m sure,” you guess idly. The vague smile he throws you has something about it that sends chills running down your spine.

“Something like that.”

The chuckle you give him is a little nervous. You aren’t sure what tasks he gets but you aren’t sure you’re willing to find out.

“Feel free to join me if you’d like, then.”

And for the rest of the day he patiently strolls around with you around the harbor through idle chatter. From dock to dock he follows, offering to pay the entire sum of anything on your errands list. The unlimited financial power he holds both terrifies and amazes you.

From then on, his company became frequent on your errand runs. Many shop keepers at first got anxious with a Fatui agent escorting you around, but his bright charisma won them over eventually. Business was business in the end, and his tendency to let the shopkeeper ‘keep the change’ won the favor of many.

You forgot when exactly you stopped trying to shake him off altogether. Perhaps you got too complacent since there was little you could do. Some days you even enjoyed his company. Childe was a good listener on days when you were a little more talkative, and he would always answer with utmost sincerity.

Yes, you looked forward to his little greeting and chance encounters on the harbor. Part of you hated the fact that you got so comfortable with him but the louder part of you was conflicted with bubbling feelings for the harbinger. For months on end you kept those feelings suppressed in the deepest parts of your heart.

And then the storm season hit.

“Mind some company?”

The water dripped down your face, soaked clothes clinging to your form as you stood under a tree near the outskirts of the harbor. Your eyes were wide, doe-like as you peered up at the familiar voice.

“Oh, sure.” Your eyes drift back to stare absentmindedly at the puddles rippling in the rain. “I was just waiting for the rain to let up a bit so I can make it back home.”

Childe hums, his usual charismatic smile bright on his face. It’s a little dangerous, and makes your heart race. Addicting.

“You know, at this rate you’ll get sick by the time you get home. I say we just make a run for it,” he offers with a devilish grin.

The frown you give him only further amuses him. “Run? Through the pouring rain?”

“Got any better ideas?”

You sigh, the sound of pattering rain filling the silence as you weigh your options.

“Fine. Okay.”

He grins, and you surrender to letting the harbinger have his way in the rain. Through the streets you both run, footsteps cutting through puddles and crowds of people with umbrellas. It’s thrilling and you can’t help but laugh at how fun running through the rain is. You both look like lovers that got caught in an unfortunate circumstance, and your chest wells up with feelings as you watch Childe pull you through crowds and street vendors.

The storm is raging outside, rain pattering on windows that rattle softly from the wind. It’s soaked you both to the bone by the time you arrive at your little flat. The room is quiet save for the rain that relentlessly knocks on the windows.

The quiet sound of panting fills the room as you both catch your breath from running through the rain, towels draped over your heads as you try to warm up.

“It’s pretty rough out there,” Childe notes, looking out the window. “Any longer out there and the wind might have picked you up before I did.”

It’s wordless—the way you join him by the window to look out at a grey city. You give a silent hum as you finish towel-drying your hair. The expression you wear is serious, aloof as you’re unreadable in your thoughts.

Childe is the first to speak, his voice soft and sincere—perhaps a little disappointed at your return to keeping him at arm’s length. “I’ll get going then. Glad you could make it home sa—“

It comes as a surprise—the sudden kiss you give him. Your small hands pull him down by his shirt collar to meet your lips in a rushed kiss. He’s quick to return the gesture, his lips curved in a smirk against yours.

You pull away breathless, face a little flushed. The frown you wear is adorable, a pout almost. “I hate that I like you.”

Childe is at your lips again, a breathy chuckle rumbling through his chest as he cages you against the wall. “And here I was thinking I’d never woo you, what with you not liking the Fatui and all.”

You cut him off with another kiss to hide the heat rising to your face. “Stop talking.”

He laughs wholeheartedly, his body against yours as you melt against his lips. It’s needy and rough. The sounds of your soft pants and little gasps are washed away by the rumbling thunder outside.

And through the storm, you spend the night. Childe feels like he’s won—gained one step closer to knowing more about you. He wanted to know all your faces, uncover all the mysteries and unknowns you held. And through the night, he learned of your sensitivities, the little noises you made, and the gestures that made your heart leap.

He had you around his finger. But perhaps the same could be said about him.

Early morning comes, the light barely coming through the window to illuminate the dark room. From under a mess of sheets you stir, body sore. Your fingers graze over the blooming markings on your chest and neck.

Beside you Childe sleeps soundly, his broad back dusted in light freckles and scratch marks. The way he hugs the pillow makes his sleeping face look almost kid-like in innocence. You’d never think he was a war machine for an archon.

You push the sinking feeling away, and brush some hair out of his eyes. The featherlight kiss you place atop his head stirs him from his sleep.

“Mornin’. Here I thought you would be gone by now,” he mumbles groggily. With his tousled hair and sleepy smile, you find it incredibly difficult to feel annoyed.

“I live here.”

He chuckles at this, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him. You scramble to pull the blanket over your bare body and though he finds it amusing, he doesn’t comment on your shyness. “Would you mind if I stayed the morning, then? The rain isn’t letting up anytime soon.”

“That sounds like an awfully obvious lie,” you retort.

It’s hard to ignore the hardness that presses against your abdomen. The lack of shame on his content face irks you. Still, you don’t deny the way your body heats up once more.

“Your face is just so cute when you’re begging,” Childe teases, pressing kisses up your neck.

“Childe, sto—haah.”

In a swift motion, he has you straddling him. You can feel his hardness press against your ass, sending a shudder of anticipation through your body. The ache in your thighs tries to protest against the lust-driven haze clouding your judgement.

Childe’s hands are already massaging the soft flesh at your hips, hands waiting for permission. “What do you say, sweetheart? Another round if you can keep up?”

“Y–You have duties to tend to, don’t you?” you bring up meekly, eyes shut tight as he bites a sweet spot on your neck that hitches your breath. Slowly, your mind is losing itself, drunk on his attention again.

With a smirk against your skin, he answers simply, “They won’t mind my whereabouts in this weather.”

#childe #childe x reader #childe/reader #tartaglia #childe genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin #light smut #pwp #Childe being a hilariously persistent idiot #developing relationship #mii writes #drabble collection: coffee break for two #I’m going to punch Childe with my lips just you wait #fatui #liyueharbor

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leviiattacks · 4 years ago

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teacher!levi and teacher!reader headcanons please 🥺

author note :: i expected for this to be better but idk,,, um, you know maybe it’s just me who wishes i executed it better but i wrote this at 3am that’s my excuse. ANYWAY I HOPE U ENJOY ANON :-))) i know it’s not headcanons but here!! also my ask box is always open to feel free to drop by !!

word count :: 5.4k (after i had to severely cut the word count down because my tumblr wouldn’t let me post the longer version with more detail,,,,)

honestly you’ve never fit in well with the math teachers in particular but you’re still amicable with most

however, there’s one unbearable member of the group that happens to want to play jump rope with your patience constantly

and that person just so happens to be mr ackerman

every single staff meeting the both of you sit furthest away from each other whilst silently exchanging bitter glares

maybe it’s his stony disposition or his unrealistically harsh grading system that makes him seem so off putting to you.

or perhaps it’s your soft and gentle approach to teaching that drives him up a wall

but to make matters simple, the two of you have never got along. nearly everything he says you disagree with and nearly everything you say he has to rebuke.

every outlandish suggestion of his at meetings is met with firm disapproval from you and every time you bring up wanting to provide the children with more time for extracurricular activities he sneers in annoyance

today he’s proposing a plan to set exams as soon as possible

???

you wonder if he’s even thinking with his head attached to his neck because it’ll be impossible for the children to handle all of the content in the form of an exam paper so soon

the workload he’s been pushing onto his math class has become far too ridiculous for your liking and you want to put an end to the man’s reign of terror

it just so happens your classes are scheduled in the blocks next to each other meaning he always sees your students an hour before you do

it’s got to the point where your pupils trudge into english class completely EXHAUSTED

the other day a boy fainted because of lack of sleep and now mr ackerman has the audacity to put forward the exam dates???

“we need to instill these children with discipline. taking them by surprise will give them a much needed reality check.”

you groan at his speech and raise a hand

“may i interject?”

professor ackerman’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek the irritation is painted on his face but he nods although he seems reluctant

“these children do not need standardized exams to-”

“would you like for me to completely scrap exams from the curriculum?” without even allowing for you to present your argument he has to cut you off with a mocking grin

“levi, i think-”

“that's mr ackerman to you.”

his blunt correction has you rolling your eyes because YES!! you understand the two of you aren’t exactly the best of friends but he doesn’t even want to be on a first name basis with a colleague of two years??

his pettiness has your blood boiling in searing displeasure

“you have to stop going so hard on these children.”

he’s shuffling through some paperwork not even batting an eye in your direction.

“personally, we aren’t hard enough but of course the english teacher has trouble understanding that.”

the jab he makes at your job only causes the anger inside of you to bubble up again

why does teaching english have ANYTHING to do with this???

“you teach math yet you can’t calculate the reasoning behind your subpar love life. do not insult english.”

personal insults are your favourite to throw at him because he always gets so riled up

and actually for once you have the answer to a math question.

the reason why his love life is so uneventful has to be because of this :

his personality + his obnoxious humour + his looks = a good looking but undatable man

his jaw clenches and the grip he has on the stack of papers in his hands strengthens

ok,, that is kinda hot but that is not relevant at all

you’re able to make out miss ral one of the other math teachers make a move to speak and god you fight the urge to punch her every day because she’s always gushing about mr ackerman

seeing as you don’t want to punch her or anyone for that matter you turn to give her a “if you speak right now i swear to god i will lose my shit” look

she gets the memo incredibly quickly because her mouth closes shut immediately

mr ackerman takes a sip out of the cup of black tea next to him. “i would appreciate if you just sat back and let me do what’s best.”

“children fainting in my lesson is not what’s best.” your rebuttal catches him off guard and he seems more than a little surprised

“wait- fainted??”

you eyes flick over to mr zacharias, you had told him to pass the message on but the way he’s sheepishly looking at the floor avoiding your eyes clearly tells you all you have to know

“looks like someone forgot to pass the message onto you but the other day falco fainted in english.”

“is he- is he okay?? did he say why?”

eyebrows raising you’re quite surprised to see any sort of reaction from him let alone concern

“he stayed up all night completing your homework.”

lips pressing together into a fine line it almost looks as if he’s guilty

“i’ll talk to him about it later.” his voice is back to its usually plain tone and any trace of his previous worry has been masked.

an awkward silence follows. he coughs choosing to not continue the discussion about exams.

principal smith takes the hint and moves on to discuss planned school trips

HOORAH victory!!!

yet another day where you’ve saved your students

“who is fallacy and why are they pathetic?” a few snorts and giggles are heard around the class and you force yourself to laugh at falco's miserable attempt at a joke

you’ve noticed falco’s been cracking more jokes around his new seat mate gabi.

she’s small but feisty always willing to debate and she’s really a joy to teach although she can get a little bit aggressive with the others at times

honestly it’s quite obvious that falco has a fat crush on her. well, actually it’s been obvious from the moment she step foot into your class

and... you couldn’t just ignore the way falco looked at her could you?? and there was an empty space next to him too sooooo, what harm would there be in placing the two together?

it seems as if your attempt at getting the both of them to talk has worked. gabi and falco compete desperately for the top position in the class and are two of the best students you’ve had in a while

also after the day falco fainted in class gabi has been noticeably nicer. things like asking if he’s drank water or how much he’s slept

you have a small inkling that she may like him back

and the budding romance is adorable to you because you too once had childhood crushes

it feels rather nostalgic to see the two interact

but today you notice the two aren’t in

in fact, you notice half of the class isn’t?

“where are the others?” your question sends a jolt through one of your present students but he stays silent choosing to pretend to clean his glasses as a distraction

crossing your arms over your chest you walk over towards his desk

“udo, you can tell me what it is.”

“professor ackerman said not to tell.” udo looks petrified and you’re just kinda wondering what in the hell is going on

lucky for you his resolve is thin and he quickly cracks under pressure

“okay. you can’t say i told.”

nodding in agreement he looks around making sure no one else hears what exactly it is he’s about to disclose

“he’s kept some people back to talk to them about something top secret. i don’t know what but he asked for the students who like you.”

at that you feel a little bitter because if he asked for the student who liked you why on earth is half the class still here??

but oh well, you guess you can’t please them all

“oh no, no, no. you’ve got it wrong. we all wanted to stay but he didn’t let us.”

udo looks genuine so you let it slide

either way it doesn’t really matter as long as the majority prefer you over that sick and twisted math teacher you’re alright

“he does know he’s cut into my class time right?”

“falco told him that and he whispered something about how you’re bothersome.”

you???? bothersome???

WHEN HE’S THE ONE BOTHERING EVERYONE?/!:£:!/)

you don’t even look back as you walk out frankly furious at what’s happened

english is important

ACTUALLY!!!

ENGLISH > MATH

you will stand by that till the day you die

your knuckle meets with the wooden surface of your sworn enemy’s classroom door and almost automatically you’re able to hear the shuffle of chairs and padding of numerous footsteps approach

the door swings open and you step aside to allow your missing students to pass through

they look nervous but one look at your reassuring smile lets them ease up and relax

“well.” a voice behind you snaps “look who paid me a visit.”

“we’re talking about this later.”

you try your best to sound serious but you don’t know if you pull it off as well as he does because he just ends up giving you a disappointed sort of look

“y/n. stick to being the good cop it suits you better.”

“we are not on first name basis. you said it yourself.” is your narrowed comeback

finally turning to face him you’re surprised when your eyes travel to the triangle of space behind him and you’re able to get a peek of what looks to be a list of books on his whiteboard

pride and prejudice

wuthering heights

jane eyre

ville-

before you’re able to read the rest he moves in front of your line of vision

he’s got quite the selection but,, when did he of all the people on this planet start showing any interest in literature?

“the books on the board what’s that about?”

your inquiry flies over his head and he shuts the door behind him completely

his face doesn’t move and if it does it only shows the slightest hint of confusion

“what books are you talking about?” he replies and don’t know why your knees feel a little weak when he looks you straight in the eyes

snap.

out.

of.

it.

“i saw books on the board.”

“you saw wrong.” he barks back and he’s getting agitated now

maybe you did imagine it...

and you have to get back to teach your class so okay fair enough you’ll let it go because you do know you have a habit of daydreaming randomly

however that doesn’t stop you from giving him another skeptical look before you leave because there is NO WAY you imagined it, but it is you and it really could be a possibility

the click clack of your heels against the floor sound out as you remove yourself from the conversation

you assume he’s returned to his classroom

that’s why it catches you by surprise when you hear a hesitant voice behind you

“there were no books on the board.”

you don’t know why he has to tell you that again because it only makes himself look all the more suspicious

“but if they were a list of book recommendations then what would you recommend i read?”

the question is peculiar coming from him

are you in an alternate universe?

is this a dream?

are you talking to a clone?

a robot?

because this can NOT be the same man you’ve been working with for two years

maybe he’s having a change of heart?

but that sounds unlikely

maybe he’s planning to read the book and somehow with that big brain of his formulate a calculation to score it a measly two out of ten

yeah. that sounds more likely.

nevertheless, you still want to give him a recommendation, maybe he’ll find out he’s into books this way

“you should totally check out pride and prejudice :-)”

for once you’re smiling at him and he doesn’t know what to do because the change is sudden but he doesn’t say a word after that

instead he retreats into his classroom

god.

now you’re sure he’s just asked to form a stupid calculation or whatever the hell it is math teachers do.

“he likes you.” hange has a shit eating grin on their face and you can’t help but narrow your eyes and sigh in exasperation

no he does not like you but you don’t try to correct hange because you know they’re firm in their stupid belief

“would you ever date him?” hange fiddles with the last of their potato salad absentmindedly waiting on your reply

the question literally has you choking on your lunch

“i would rather fight for survival in the wilderness. thank you for asking.”

“oh come on... he’s got a thing for you. you read romance novels all the time you should be able to tell he does.”

“yeah and that thing he has for me is wanting to shove my head onto a pitchfork. you’ve got the wrong end of the stick.” shoving a piece of pasta into your mouth you sigh dreamily at the taste. it serves as a momentary distraction

you get one lunch break and you are not!!!! in the mood to talk about him whilst you’re on that break

he’s attractive

and you have to admit he looks handsome in his crisp white button up and pristine black suit AND his cologne is really...

okay, you are digressing from the point

none of what you just said means anything!!!

at surface level he seems like a catch but it’s what’s on the inside that matters and he said he finds english stupid

that’s more than enough of a reason to dislike the guy?

he thinks stuff like the pythagorean theorem and y = mx+c are entertaining

y = mx+c ??? over literature???

you read books to teach and you read books for your own enjoyment

it would be a complete travesty if you had a crush on a book hater

and levi ackerman most certainly can be classed as a book hater.

a pessimistic book hater if the specifics are needed

“OH! SORRY Y/N GOTTA BLAST MOB’S OVER THERE!!!!!”

you don’t even get the chance to say goodbye because hange makes an eager run towards moblit

hange and moblit are inseparable, both are the shared heads of the science department and since he’s been off on sick leave recently you understand why hange’s rushed off to greet him

you wish you had a teacher friend like that but the sad truth is you’re pretty much a lone wolf. the other english teachers are wrinkly old pickles and talk about antiques or quiz shows :-(

“this seat free?”

no way.

it’s not him

it can't be

what does he even want??

“um, well yeah it is free b-.”

“good.” he takes the seat without you even inviting him and now you’re stuck in an awkward situation you didn’t even expect to be in today

you're about to burst into tears because is it too much to ask for a peaceful lunch period???

mr ackerman clears his throat and places a book in the center of the table. “pride and prejudice although not my cup of tea was... mildly enjoyable.”

wait...

is this him...

admitting defeat!??

HELLLOOOOO

you are over the moon right now because you know he really had to have enjoyed it a lot and is simply choosing to withhold that information for his own reputation

“i’m happy to hear you took a liking to it.” you’re munching away at your pasta a little more upbeat now

“okay but the start of the book assuming all single men want a wife? no, all i want is a good night’s rest for once. also mrs bennet needs to calm down, elizabeth can marry who the hell she wa-”

“someone’s a little passionate aren’t they?” you giggle into your glass of water and you catch mr ackerman frowning

“i liked it okay.”

“i thought you said it was only mildly enjoyable just now?” grinning and looking at him through your lashes his cheeks become red

you guess he’s angry or something but that’s the usual with him

“yeah, whatever. i just wanted to play fair and apologise.”

“apologise?” oh wow, now your interest has really peaked because never in the past two years has he apologised to ANYONE

not even principal smith for the one time he flipped out and nearly cursed at a mouthy student at parent's evening

grimacing a little before he does it he finally speaks again.

“english is important. i’m sorry.”

your lips tug up into a bright smile

well???

this is a great interaction??

an apology coming out of levi ackerman of all people

“apology accepted! i’m glad to know you liked the book but now that we’re a tad bit friendlier with each other i wanted to ask for a favour.” your eyes gleam and he swears he can see specks of shining stars in them

“...okay, it depends.”

he’s warming up to you so he considers it

“please don’t cut into my lesson time levi.” his name slips out of your mouth but it’s so natural you don’t even care to correct yourself

“i’m sorry about that too y/n.” your name now ventures out of his mouth too as it tests the waters

wordlessly the two of you agree to first name basis

BUT more important matters are at hand such as how he’s issued you yet another apology?

this is satire surely

because why is he so willing all of a sudden...?

well, that's the power of pride and prejudice, wow you’re really thanking the heavens for blessing this world with jane austen’s existence

jane austen. a woman capable of remarkable things, she's even managed to make an unmoving book hater somehow become a lover

poking at your tuna pasta you and levi are now quiet.

“soooooo, any opinions on mr wickham?” you ask the question hoping to initiate a longer conversation than before

and luckily for you your attempt works

SUCCESS!!

levi pinches the bridge of his nose and the creases on his forehead show he clearly isn't particularly fond of wickham

“don’t get me started he’s so indescribably annoying?”

ok, ok, ok

you don’t even know how it happens but you and levi really hit it off

weeks have passed and you and him have even become lunch buddies

it was so shocking to moblit at first that he dropped his lunch on the floor when he saw you and levi enthusiastically exchanging words

then again, two mr wickham haters are bound to get along

you’re seriously wondering how the two of you ever survived as mortal enemies

yeah, you still disagree a lot but you’re getting there!!

sometimes he helps you out when your computer stops running and in exchange you’re willing to offer him book recommendations

he swears he doesn't want any recommendations from you but you know he enjoys it

yesterday he got microsoft excel out and showed you how useful it really was and you went :O because you never really understood the need for it at all

you’re a little bit of a granny when it comes to tech...

and just today at lunch you recommended he checks some plays out but his nose wrinkled at the mention of shakespeare so the both of you went through a long list of dramas and eventually you were able to interest him in j.b. priestely's an inspector calls

another victory for you!!

anyway, right now the two of you are sitting inside of the staff room seeing as it's that time of the month again.

time for the monthly staff meeting

it's the first one you've had since you and levi became friends and you're worried the both of you will be back at it butting heads

wait, are you friends?

well, you wouldn't mind if that were the case but to be honest you would like to be a little bit more than friends mayb-

no!!! no!!! no!!! stupid thought!!! you retract that statement immediately

no you do not want to be more than friends with levi ackerman, yes he's lovely to a degree but you are not going to elaborate on why it's a terrible idea to fancy him

okay wait, let's elaborate for the sake of elaborating

he's surprisingly charming and wittier than you thought he would be. the fun conversations are making your days now and to be honest it is nice to have someone to spend lunch with (hange usually skips out on lunch all together to tinker in the science labs and set up experiments)

wait... weren't you suppose to explain why you don't want to get with him?

you're an idiot and you don't notice how dumb you really are until everyone just kinda gawks at the both of you because it's so odd seeing you in the same room let alone within a three feet radius of each other.

fuck, you completely forgot you and levi sat at opposite ends of the room

principal smith enters and even he looks visibly shocked at the change in seats but he doesn't mention it and you're grateful he doesn't because you didn't purposefully sit here it just happened on accident

erwin turns in your direction and smiles

"would you like to start off with your proposition for extracurriculars?"

nodding your head you begin passionately.

"well, i'd like to say i don't think we offer the children enough. we have spare funding so why not open another club? cooking perhaps? i understand many of you may not understand the importance of teaching them how to cook but-"

"do you have an obsession for setting these children up for failure?" tensing up you notice it's levi who's spoke and he doesn't sound remotely happy

blinking once and then twice he realizes his tone isn't the best and he mutters an apology "sorry, go ahead i'll add in when you're done."

whispers travel through the room straight away

"did he just say sorry?"

"actually why are those two sitting together?"

"do you think they're you know...?"

miss ral who's sat a little further away is the next person to disagree with you

"i understand the intention but would it not be better to let them have extra math lessons?"

"oh, so you can get a pay rise?" the comeback you make is aggressive and dripping in displeasure

she sits up face burning up

"no- no- absolutely not i take pleasure in teaching all of my classes." flustered and trying to hide her nerves she takes a sip out of her water bottle

you want to pour all of the water out onto that ginger hair of hers

the reason why her interjection is getting on your nerves is due to the fact you overheard her and another one of the math teachers plan to bring this specific point up

and you are well aware that her reasoning behind it has nothing to do with the children

she couldn't care less about them

"do not make me repeat what you and mr bozado were chit chatting about earlier today."

the threat is enough to silence her and just when you think you've handled the situation levi has to give his input

"let's ignore petra's motivations and talk about how teaching these kids how to cook means nothing if they have no tradable skills to offer in the real world." levi's not looking at you. he's either too annoyed or too preoccupied with his thought process

at that moment you feel naive, you thought maybe he would try to understand your opinion seeing as he's been spending so much time with you as of recent but that looks to not be the case

murmurs of agreement fill the room at his statement and you feel pathetic

it's practically the entire room against you now

genuinely how is it these people can manage to be such spoiled sports about everything?

"recently, i asked all of my classes to write an essay about school stress. maybe you won't understand my views because you haven't read their pieces but they need a fucking break." the expletive flies out of your mouth without warning and you flush in embarrassment

that

was

not

professional.

"oh god, i'm sorry i got worked up i shouldn't hav-" fumbling over all of your words you feel even more mortified

the principal raises his hand signalling you stop and you clamp your mouth shut. you're in huge trouble that's for sure

but,,, in spite of the clear difference in opinion between you and the other teachers, soft and well spoken principal smith says the unthinkable

"i have the final say and i believe you are coming from a good place after reading your student's work. how would you feel about running the new cooking club?"

scanning his face for a second you can tell his question is legitimate and the wave of relief that washes over you has never felt better than ever

sighing contently you agree and as the topic of conversation shifts to something else entirely you sense your heart rate picking up

you feel like you're back to square one with levi.

it's yet another day where you’ve saved your students and you should be feeling overjoyed but if anything you feel a little deflated

you wish he would have come around and understood but you can't teach and old dog new tricks

again, the feeling of disappointment wears you down

two weeks have passed since then and your favourite time of year has come. it’s spring term meaning MACBETH

the english curriculum includes plays and it just so happens that today is your first lesson covering shakespeare

and you LOVE shakespeare

something about all the intricate foreshadowing always has you excited

but some children are missing

and it’s way too many to blame on sickness

so you wait for a few minutes but it's consistently radio silent

the last time this happened the culprit had been levi and he promised to never cut into your lesson time

but you could count on him to break his promise after the fiasco that was the monthly meeting

is he back to hating you and hating literature?

well, that's his loss if that's the case!! and no!! you will not upset yourself over the loss of the budding friendship

sighing you get to your feet making a beeline to the door but gabi and falco rush to stop you

awkward chuckles activated they wave their hands to get your attention “OH NO, they’ll only be five minutes!!” their sentence comes out as one big blur of words but you manage to understand them

now you’re doubtful because you know falco and gabi would usually ignore you and allow you to walk out

giving them a knowing glance the pair look between each other

their eyes are clearly communicating and asking if it’s alright to tell you

“i promise i won’t be mad.” you sigh

perhaps if you reassure them they’ll be more likely to spill the beans

“it’s not that you... i don't know. you might be upset.” gabi isn't one to care much for other's feelings so you're slightly anxious even though you shouldn't be

but you’re a tough nut to crack. so, absolutely not. you are not going to upset yourself over whatever it is

“i won’t be hurt. i’ve suffered through reading some of the most emotional classics to ever exist.” hitting your chest with your fist you wince a little because you hit yourself a little too hard

falco’s seems to be too shy to come out with it so gabi takes the lead as she normally does

“some students were talking badly about you so mr ackerman kept them behind to have a talk.”

oh.

yeah, actually you are a teeny weeny bit disheartened because you think you’re nice to all of your pupils but it’s nothing too bad, not everyone will like you

“if that’s all i’ll go get them. thank you for letting me know.” giving them two thumbs up you leave the class immediately

levi is probably scolding them to hell and back

not because he cares for you but because he hates disrespect in general

as you’re nearing the open door of his classroom you hear something you never thought would emerge from levi’s room

“final question. why does mr darcy say he doesn’t want to dance with elizabeth at first?” oh yeah, that’s levi’s voice for sure

an english question?

is he quizzing them on pride and prejudice?

you wait hoping your students don't fail you and are able to provide the correct answer.

“ummm... she’s not pretty enough!!”

levi hums “you answered all five questions right. do you all know why?”

you can’t see the children’s faces but they have to be confused if there’s no immediate response

he grunts in agitation “because your english teacher works hard to teach you every single day. have some respect because that teacher of yours is one in a million.”

taking your bottom lip in between your teeth you fight the urge to smile

“do you know how at every single staff meeting there’s only ever one teacher fighting for you all and what you want. i can assure you that teacher isn’t me, but i believe you can all guess who i'm talking about.”

your heart does a back flip in your chest and you feel jittery but in that really fuzzy good way

like that super duper fuzzy and hazy good way

he’s really very sweet for saying all of this and you're now smiling like an idiot

one pupil takes a chance to make amends “we’re sorry mr ackerman.”

but before levi can give them a response you clap your hands together and walk in unannounced

“apology accepted, now if you want to all be forgiven forever please return to class and answer the questions on the board!” directing them to the door with your hands you make sure they're conscious fo the fact you aren't mad at them

still, never have you seen them so eager to run off to analyze macbeth. you guess levi's deathly stare is the cause for it

holding back a laugh you clear your throat after the last student leaves

“thank you levi :-)”

it’s quiet for a second and you think to ask him about what has been gnawing at your mind

“you didn’t have to do that. you disagreed with me before so... why did you?”

“i say this at every meeting and you never listen but children need to be disciplined.” his unchangeable tone is unwelcoming

again it’s awkwardly silent and you sorta regret even coming over to see what was going on because now you and levi are just having an uncomfortable staring contest

then he scratches the back of his neck and heaves a heavy breath

“it may also be because i really fucking like you, but i look like an idiot saying that when we’ve been at each other's necks for two years.”

oh.

the sudden and brutally honest confession has the wind knocked out of you, you’re stunned

and then you get hit by it too. the realization hits you like rain hits umbrellas on stormy days. you like him too.

you like him for his witty sense of humour, his pure honesty and his hatred for mr wickham only serves as a bonus

yes, you have your differences. many of them. but you like him

he’s no longer a book hater and so by default you can fancy him. he goes against none of your guidelines essentially

you like him, he likes you back?’//’.;

[SCREAMS]

“well, what do you say? will you be this mr darcy's elizabeth bennet?” hearing the cheesy pickup line from him of all people has the butterflies in your stomach exploding in delight

“you sound weird, where's the grumpy math teacher from before?" now you and him are simply shamelessly flirting but HEY!! you have no complaints at all

he scoffs at your sarcastic question

"do you want the equation for a two dimensional heart on a graph beca-"

"can i just kiss you?"

wOWIE are you being bold today y/n???

thankfully you don't have to wait for his answer. levi’s right hand pulls your face in and he slams his lips against yours. he gives your waist a squeeze and you hold him tighter by the neck in response. he has a way of somehow making it all feel gentle and relaxed in the same breath

and... you know what? maybe you should have recommended pride and prejudice to him earlier

but oh well.

what matters the most right now is that you're kissing your mr darcy!!

and he’s kissing his elizabeth bennet

:-)

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Soulmates - A Demetri Volturi x Reader Imagine

A/N: This is the first imagine I finished and uploaded, and it came quite unexpectedly while talking with @volturidoll13 who suggested a Demetri Volturi one-shot where the reader would follow Bella and Alice to Italy and would accidentally say “wish he’d choke ME” out loud (see my post for reference). So, here it is. Also, I’m sorry if something doesn’t make sense. English is not my first langage. Enjoy :)

No of Words: 5749

Mentions of: Swear Language, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Dying/Death, Killings, Self-doubt, Self-consciousness, Kinky Choking, Sexual Arousal

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I think I had enough of Bella. No, I know I've had enough of her. She may be my best friend, the one who truly understood me the moment I stepped foot in Forks High School, beginning of last year, but this was just too much.

I have spent countless hours trying to support her when Edward Cullen left her, 5 months ago. I was there to be her emotional support, and even spent time with Jacob Black, an old friend of Bella's, who stayed at the Quileute reservation.

Jacob seemed kind of polite, although his attempts to flirt with Bella whenever he could were cringy, to say the least. But I supported her then too, trying to be sort of the third wheel / the one who tried to show Jacob she wasn't really interested in him that way.

His friends, Embry and Quil, were as nice and polite as they were beautiful. When Embry abandoned Jacob and Quil, Bella and I were there to support him. When Jacob abandoned Bella, I was there to support her.

Even when Bella was sad, angry and desperate to know what happened to Jacob, I was there to calm her down. I was there when she went to see him and he turned her away. I was there when she slapped Paul in the face. I was there when he turned into a huge wolf, and I couldn't help but scream.

Jacob explained everything about the wolves to both Bella and I. He told us how it's part of their DNA; how they are meant to protect the tribe from dangerous outsiders; how the metamorphosis from human to wolf can be somehow controlled over time, with practice and persistence. THAT I could understand.

What I couldn't understand was how vampires existed in this world! It wasn't Bella the one to reveal that secret to me, rather Alice, Edward's sister. Apparently, she saw Bella dying, the day she supposedly went cliff-diving, which I told her not to, having a severe fear of heights myself.

Bella took the risk, and if it weren't for Jacob, she would most likely be dead by now. That's what Alice said she "saw" - she explained to my incapable self that, as a vampire, she had a gift, the gift of predicting the future, based on others' decisions.

All this information was overwhelming me. I could swallow the harsh reality of wolves existing, but vampires, too? It seemed too much for me in such a short period of time.

Alice quickly explained some basics to me, like the fact that the Cullens were vegetarians, but the majority of their kind fed on human blood, as well as the fact that they even had a sort-of-government of vampires, residing in Italy, the Volturi.

She then turned to Bella to scold her about her recklessness and how she was prone to "life-threatening idiocy". I couldn't agree more with the short brunette right now. Bella has been nothing but reckless the last few weeks, and she was putting her life in danger for no reason.

They were talking about Edward or whatever, but I wasn't paying any particular attention until Jacob showed up. I decided to give them some space to talk, and Alice followed behind me, stepping out of the house.

Her face was a mix of disgust and worry, not paying any particular attention to me, probably trying to hear Bella and Jacob's conversation from the kitchen. After a minute or two, I heard her taking a sharp breath, her eyes fixating on nothing in particular; they were just staring ahead of her.

She took a sharp breath, as she regained consciousness, stepping quickly into the house. She walked in quite wide and quick strides, considering her miniature figure, and, though taller than her, I had some trouble following behind her.

She ran directly to the kitchen. "Bella. Bella, it's Edward. He thinks you're dead. Rosalie told him why I came here."

They both looked at Jacob; Bella practically screaming to his face, accusing him of not giving her the telephone to speak with Edward herself.

"Bella, he's going to the Volturi. He wants to die, too." The small brunette continued.

Within a minute, Bella made her decision: she was going to Italy to save her ex-lover. She promised us that she would just make sure he lived, and then, she would go back to her "boring" life.

Alice ran outside, starting her car immediately, as Bella was followed closely by Jacob, who tried to convince her not to go, pleading with her, all in vain. Bella was as stubborn as she could get, and nobody could change her mind.

I turned to Jacob, without really thinking about my next words. "Don't worry. I'll go with her. I'll make sure she's back safe, okay?"

All Jacob could do is nod at me, though his face was full of concern, frustration, and he was clearly distraught by Bella's decision to leave him and save Edward. As if all this time she, Jacob and, sometimes, I spent time together meant nothing to her.

I jumped in the back seat of the car, not waiting for either Bella's, or Alice's approval. I knew it would be a huge risk for me to go to the vampires' lair, but I also knew that Bella could use all the emotional support she could get.

As much as I hated Edward for what he did and said to her, I knew that he was everything to her, like her own little haven. Her own little oasis, which I guess felt more like a tundra, compared to Jacob's flaming hot desert. I rolled my eyes at my embarrassing thoughts, but I assumed that's how she thought of them.

The drive to the airport felt like a ton of weight crushing my shoulders. I had no place to follow them to Italy, as it was truly none of my business. But I promised Jacob, and though Bella could make me so frustrated with her lack of self-confidence and self-respect, I liked her company a lot, and I needed to make sure she was alive and safe.

In the couple of months that she came out of her apathetic state, we reconnected again, reminiscing about our unorthodox friendship, both of us being new to the town, shy and not particularly sociable.

However, Bella was the ideal friend to keep you grounded and connected with reality, which I, sometimes, had trouble with; my mind was running wild and free most of the time, while my mouth was staying shut.

So, I was willing to go across the ocean for her, to an unknown place, in a castle full of bloodsucking vampires. I wasn't pleased, but I was willing. Willing to help her save her stupid ex-boyfriend, and hopefully not get killed in the process.

During the flights, Alice tried, more or less, to explain the dynamics of the vampire world; the Volturi, being this sort of government-slash-royalty of the vampire kind, were tasked with imposing their laws over the other vampires. Their most important law? Don't expose your existence to humans, unless you want to die. Well, there goes that!

Alice had already talked to me about their kind; Bella knew through her association with both Edward and the rest of the Cullen family. The chances of any of us making out of there alive seemed slim to none. I was literally flying towards my death. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool.

I was trying to calm down my nerves, which did not work at all, when all I could think about were those Italian vampires. Alice told me that the vampire Kings, especially Aro, who seemed to be their leader, were interested in collecting talented vampires.

So, it was pretty obvious that he would, most likely, get rid of Bella and myself, and would gladly keep Alice and Edward, who, as Alice told me, has the gift of reading people’s minds. So, we were actually doing that Aro guy a favor there; bring him the “talents” and get rid of the “intruders”, the humans. Great. Just, great.

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We were currently on our way to Volterra. Alice had stolen a yellow Porsche from the airport’s parking lot, which neither Bella, nor I opposed to, for now. It was a fast way to get to Volterra, plus I’ve never actually been in a Porsche, and I felt pretty amazing. Alice seemed like a skillful driver, and drove pretty fast, which I liked, especially if I was the one driving. Bella and Alice’s conversation interrupted my thoughts.

“What? What do you see?”

“They refused him.” That was good, right?

“So..?” Bella knew there was something else behind Alice’s vision.

“He’s gonna make a scene. Show himself to the humans.” Why the hell, Edward?!

“No! When?”

“He’s gonna wait until noon, when the sun’s at its highest.” Bella seemed more and more worried and anxious, and I heard her heavy breath, which seemed like she was starting to go on panic mode. I stroked her shoulders lightly, trying to calm her down. As much as she deserved to get worried, given the events that led us here, this was not the time to panic.

“There’s Volterra.” Alice pointed to her left, at a beautiful, picturesque town that looked as if it had jumped out of the Renaissance era. The scenery of Tuscany was beautiful, and it had always been part of my bucket list to travel across Tuscany in a small rental car. That was not how I pictured that trip, or how I pictured my last day on Earth.

Alice was running through the city’s narrow streets by now, never stopping to honk at people passing by, who moved left and right, trying to avoid the “crazy driver who decided it was a good idea to drive a sports car through such a city’s small, narrow, occupied streets”; at least, that’s how I saw it.

Alice did not back down, and continued driving skillfully through the city’s small arteries. It was odd though, the fact that everyone around us was wearing red capes, red clothes, everything was red. Bella questioned it out loud and Alice informed us that today was the celebration of Saint Marcus’ Day, the day that the Saint expelled all vampires from the town. The irony.

Bella was experiencing a full on panic attack, as we were only 5 minutes away from Edward’s shenanigans. Theoretically, everything was in order, until the moment we were stopped by the local police who refused to let us go any farther. Bella opened her door. She would go on foot, to find Edward before he exposed himself. Alice would park the car somewhere outside of the town’s walls, and we’d then go and find them.

I turned around my seat, to watch Bella running through the streets, to the plaza where the clock tower, which Edward was going to expose himself from, was located. Alice left the car outside of the walls, but still, close enough to have easy access.

For me, it was quite easy to walk around now, as my skin was not sparkling like Alice’s was. Alice had to wrap herself around a coat, a long, thick scarf and gloves, and wear sunglasses to protect her identity even more. I was walking in the middle of the streets, watching around carefully, as good as my human eyes could see, trying to help Alice go unnoticed, as she pushed herself more towards the buildings’ walls, trying to avoid the sunlight.

That went on for a while, until we were close enough to the clock tower, where Alice took my hand on hers and, with long strides, walked towards the main entrance, which was, thankfully, shaded enough for her to walk through.

She must have heard the conversation inside the building, as the moment we stepped in - Alice breaking the lock that kept the door momentarily closed, she started talking to the others, who I mistook as being Bella and Edward. As another sign of my unluckiness in life, she was actually addressing two other vampires, a tall brunette and a shorter blond.

They both looked gorgeous, but they could probably kill me as easily as it was for me to blink. I instantly became stiff, and Alice must have felt it, but she kept on holding my hand, trying to play it cool in front of the others, while trying to get rid of her disguise with her free hand at the same time.

“Come on, guys. It’s a festival. You wouldn’t want to make a scene.” She tried to play it nice and cool, though I knew she was just as worried being here as the rest of us.

“We wouldn’t.” The brunette vampire responded, now looking at me, who, by now, I have lost all my confidence in coming to Italy to help Bella.

I caught the blond vampire looking me up and down my body, and felt rather self-conscious. I didn’t have the best relationship with my own body and my own self; I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror, most of the time. So, I made up for what I lacked in self-confidence with sarcasm, bad humor, honesty and snarky remarks. I would be really going off of him right now, if I wasn’t shaking.

Though beautiful, the blond vampire also scared me, just as much as his brunette partner. I stared back at him, looking at his confident stance, one hand behind his back, and a smirk across his face.

When my (Y/E/C) eyes met with his red ones, I started shivering even more, holding on Alice tighter than before. I felt my heart beating faster, my breath became both sharper and deeper, and I felt as if I would cry, right then and there, in front of everyone. I saw the blond becoming a bit stiff, his jaw clenching, swallowing deeply, but he still wouldn’t take his eyes off of me.

Alice and Edward exchanged some looks, as if they knew what was happening, but chose to not tell anyone else. The scene in front of me was interrupted by the clicks of heeled shoes, and a blonde girl came into our view.

“Enough.” Her voice was stern, and her stance was stoic as she came closer to us.

“Jane.” Edward recognised her and lowered his head towards the ground. He didn’t seem scared before, when it was just the two vampires in front of us, but the small woman now seemed to have him terrified.

“Aro sent me to see what was taking so long.” She looked between the two vampires of her coven, as if she was criticizing them for their incompetence to bring us all before Aro. Then, she turned to us, looking us straight in our eyes, or rather our souls, probably to warn and scare us at the same time, before walking back to where she came from.

Alice turned towards Bella and I, the only humans there, who clearly looked more terrified than she and Edward did. “Just do as she says.” She simply said and we followed behind the girl, with the other two vampires closely behind us.

The blond one was so close to me, I could feel the coldness radiating off his body, making me shiver. The brunette gave Edward the red robe I didn’t notice he was holding before, probably to cover himself in front of the Kings. The blonde girl moved between Bella and Edward, and Alice and I. Edward was trying to comfort Bella but I couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying, my mind making all shorts of scenarios about how the vampires would kill me and the others. The more I thought about it, the more I was shriveling on Alice’s side.

We reached an elevator - I never thought vampires used elevators, but maybe it was for the humans around? The brunette and the blond entered first, as the blond turned around to stare at us, turning his gaze at me afterwards, before fully stepping in. Then, it was time for Edward and Bella to get in, followed by Alice and I. The blonde girl stepped in last, before the elevator’s doors closed shut.

The elevator music, an operetta, was supposed to calm peoples’ nerves. Yet, in this tight box, it had the opposite effect. Surrounded by vampires, vegetarian and non, the music was just creeping me out.

The fact that the blond vampire was merely two inches away from me was making my knees weak and my heart pounding, though I, myself, didn’t even know if my own body was reacting out of fear or attraction towards the blond vampire. I felt him leaning closer to me and barely heard him sniff around, but I clearly saw Alice turning her head around and giving him death stares, to which he retrieved back to his original position.

The elevator stopped and we all stepped out. We walked past a receptionist’s desk, the woman standing up, smiling and wishing us a good afternoon - based on the few Italian that I knew. From what Bella and Edward said, the receptionist was a human, wishing to become a vampire, like the others.

“And so she will be.” Demetri smirked, looking at me, who I still haven't abandoned Alice’s hand.

“Or dessert.” Jane interrupted, and I felt myself losing consciousness for a split second, before I felt the blond vampire grabbing my arm to stabilize me. His hand was cold and his grip tight on me, not leaving me even after I looked at him with wide eyes. He just smiled and continued walking ahead.

Jane opened the doors in front of her, leading us to a massive room, made out of marble, and decorated with Roman columns and scriptures on the walls. Surprisingly, it was well-lit and bright, compared to the dark halls that we passed through just a minute ago.

“Sister. Send you out to get one and you bring back two. And two halves. Such a clever girl.” A brunette boy, a bit taller than Jane, called towards her, as she walked by his side.

The blond vampire let me go and walk farther into the room, still holding Alice’s hand like I was holding on her for dear life. The blond vampire now stood a few feet behind us, next to the tall brunette one.

A black-haired vampire, who seemed a bit too excited, started walking towards us. “What a happy surprise! Bella is alive after all. Isn’t that wonderful. I love a happy ending. They are so rare.” He was talking with fake happiness in his face, as if he was reading from a script, grabbing Edward’s hand in the process.

“La tua cantante.” Your singer. The vampire seemed to know how much Edward craved Bella’s blood, and questioned how Edward could do so easily.

“Aro can read every thought I’ve ever had with one touch.” Well, that explained a lot. And now I placed who Aro was within the Volturi.

I now learned more about Edward’s gift, which was more similar to Aro’s than anyone else’s, but he couldn’t actually read Bella’s thoughts. Aro requested if he could test his own gift on Bella, probably hoping that he could read her thoughts and brag about it. But when Bella offered her hand, which he took too willingly, his face was unreadable and then, disappointed and angry, not being able to read her either.

Then, he turned towards me, still by Alice’s side. His red eyes were cold and hostile, and his face uninviting. I felt small and vulnerable, exposed, in front of his critical gaze.

“Dear (Y/N), excuse me for the waiting. Edward has presented me a very..intriguing image of you. Could you offer me your hand? I would like to get to know you, as well.”

My lips were trembling, not being able to say a word, and my eyes were glistening. Please, don’t cry. Please, don’t cry. I knew that whatever Edward had shown him I couldn’t avoid. So, I took a step forward, leaving Alice’s hand and extending the other one towards Aro. I felt a breeze behind me, as Demetri came to stand on my right side, looking closely between Aro and I.

The mind reader took my hand between his hands, and I felt my thoughts being examined and tossed around my head, like a small whisper trying to cast a spell on me. The vampire looked at me, deep in the eyes, and his face was filled with fascination for whatever he saw inside my head.

“Fascinating, indeed, dear. Your mind is just filled with thoughts and images, though they are not very distinct. You are not an easy book to read. I still haven’t figured out who you really are. Although…”. He looked at the vampire standing beside me, motioning for him to give him his hand.

The blond obeyed his master. Did he have any other choice? Probably not. Aro took the blond’s hand, and his wicked, sick smile came back.

“Oh, this suddenly became even better than I would have expected.” He turned towards the vampire sitting on the throne, looking sad. Marcus? The vampire in question nodded, and Aro turned around in an almost theatrical move, with open arms, for everyone to see.

“It seems that our dear Demetri has finally found his mate in (Y/N). I’m so happy for the two of you!” His face was smiling, but his voice sounded as fake as ever.

I didn’t know what “mates” meant. Alice didn’t have enough time to explain every “vampire term” to me, so I was clueless regarding this part. The blond, who I now knew as Demetri, must have seen the confusion in my face, as he leaned slightly towards me and whispered “Soulmates” in my ear. My eyes widened and he giggled lightly.

Whether it was how close he came near me, or his giggle, or the fact that we were “soulmates”, my heart responded immediately, thumbing faster in my chest, and I felt my cheeks burn - I was clearly blushing in front of everyone, as if I couldn’t be any more awkward than I was before.

Aro interrupted my embarrassment, as he turned once again towards Bella, wanting to test if she was immune to the others’ gifts as well. He turned towards the blonde girl, Jane, asking her basically to show off her own gift. Edward ran forward to stop whatever it was going to happen, only to end up in pain, writhing in an inaudible pain, as Bella was practically screaming to stop.

I honestly didn’t mind Edward suffering, even if it was for a few seconds, considering that Bella had it worse for over 5 months. He finally dropped to the floor, as Alice ran to his side, and the blonde girl’s brother ran to grab Bella, to stop her from going by her lover’s side.

I had no idea what was happening. I was just looking around, shocked and scared, as all these unfamiliar things were taking place in front of my untrained eyes. I felt a hand stroking my arm up and down. I turned around to see Demetri smiling slightly at me, trying to calm me down. I sighed a bit and felt my heart slightly at ease.

That was until the Kings decided that Bella was a liability - I wasn’t? - and Aro called out for Felix. I turned around and saw the tall brunette smiling evilly, while the shorter brunette turned Bella around and left her there, exposed, in front of the giant. Edward seemed to know what it would be happening, as he immediately stood up and ran by Bella’s side to protect her.

He immediately ran forward, attacking the tall brunette, and knocking him down. Alice ran towards Edward to help him out, but she was immediately stopped by Demetri, who I didn’t notice had left my side, grabbing her by her neck and immobilizing her, dragging her away from ever reaching her brother.

“Alec!” Demetri shouted towards the brunette boy, who had just left Bella at Felix’s mercy, pointing towards me with his eyes. The boy, Alec, came by my side, and practically dragged me farther from the scene that took place in front of me. His grip was a bit too much as he squeezed my arm, making me slightly cry in pain. Demetri growled at him, and Alec’s grip loosened significantly, but he still kept his hand on my arm.

Felix was pissed by now, as he immediately started fighting Edward, pushing and slamming him around the room. However, I couldn’t focus my gaze on them; not because they were fast, but because I was focused on watching Demetri, and how he was still holding on Alice’s neck tightly, never letting her go.

Watching Demetri’s hand around Alice’s neck should have made me feel appalled and sorry for the small brunette girl, but it didn’t. On the contrary, I felt rather aroused, watching his strong hand wrapped around the brunette’s neck.

Honestly, I felt a wave of jealousy and annoyance hitting me. That should have been me! Only I was worthy to be touched by this sort of demon who masked his true identity with the facade of an angel. It should be me! I couldn’t help myself, my jealousy building up inside me.

“Wish he’d choke ME!” I told myself, getting more frustrated by the minute.

“Patience, cara mia. All in due time.” Demetri smirked at me. I did not realise I said that out loud, until Alec started snorting beside me, clearly laughing cheekily, and Felix started bursting in laughter, his grip tight on Edward’s jaw by now.

I had embarrassed myself in a room full of vampires once again, the majority of them being part of the Volturi coven. If the Earth opened in half and swallowed me, I would pretty much welcome it at that point.

Bella brought me back to reality, as she was practically screaming, begging the vampires to let go of Edward, as she looked clearly distraught and upset. She even offered herself instead of Edward! Why, Bella? Just why? I have understood by now that they were mates and they’d do anything for each other, but she would sacrifice her own life for Edward?! That didn’t make sense to me.

Aro seemed to agree with me, but he thought more of the “soulless monster” perspective, while I thought more of Edward’s character, and how much his absence had scarred Bella. Alice told me, on our way here, that he thought he was doing everything to keep her away just to protect her, that being close to him put her in danger. But, from my own experience with Bella, she was suffering more away from him than he thought she would.

Aro looked disappointed between Edward and Bella, wishing he would give her immortality, which he did not seem willing to do. Aro moved menacingly towards the terrified girl, prepared to end her life. I fell forwards, attempting to reach her, to move in between them, but Alec’s grip tightened, keeping me back, both of his hands on my arms now. Aro was basically licking his lips, when, suddenly, Alice stopped him.

The small brunette confirmed that Bella would become a vampire like them, and that she would even be the one to change her, as she saw in her vision. Aro called her forward, and Demetri let her walk towards his Master.

He then moved towards Alec and I, replacing the brunette boy, but, instead of grabbing my arms like Alec did, he embraced me tightly, not letting me move away from my position. His cold embrace sent shivers down my spine, but, surprisingly, I let myself relax in his arms, feeling safe, and like that was where I belonged. I felt him smiling and relaxing, as well.

Aro seemed pleased with whatever Alice had shown him, and intrigued by her own gift of predicting the future. Alice had told me that her gift was subjected to the decisions people made, and the future could just change at any point. However, if Aro believed that her vision would eventually come true, we had no reason to tell him otherwise.

Aro turned to Bella. “Your gifts will make for an intriguing immortal.” He whispered as he touched her face, Bella clearly feeling uncomfortable under his touch. I would, too - Aro seemed creepy in his own way, his behavior and movements just as unpredictable.

He then told us to leave, and prepare for Bella’s transformation, and Felix let go of Edward. Marcus told everyone that a woman named Heidi would be coming soon and thanked us “for the visit”, as Aro said his goodbyes. Demetri walked towards the exit, me still in his arms. Edward grabbed Bella by her hand and Alice followed them behind.

As we were walking through the corridor, a beautiful woman walked past us, many people - they looked like tourists - following behind her. She had long, wavy brown hair and purple eyes, which could only mean that she was most likely wearing blue contacts over her red eyes. Her aura was full of confidence and power; she knew what she was doing and she took her job seriously.

“Nice fishing, Heidi.” I heard Demetri addressing the woman from behind me. So, that was the Heidi Marcus was referring to. Wait.. Nice..what?

“Yes, they do look rather juicy.” The beautiful woman replied, eyeing between Bella and I, as she continued leading the tourists down the hallway.

Demetri must have seen her reaction, as he brought me closer to him. I was in shock, and started trembling more than before. These people, these poor people would be the vampires’ snacks in a few seconds. Like Bella and I could have been just minutes ago. I tried to not think about it, but the screams that echoed through the hall would probably haunt me for the rest of my life.

Demetri opened another door as we approached the end of the corridor, and we found ourselves back in the reception area. The Italian woman greeted us once again, but I didn’t listen to what she said, still in shock, just waiting to leave this horrible place as soon as I could.

“Just wait here. You will be able to leave in a few hours, when it’s dark outside.” Demetri instructed Edward and Alice, and took his arms away from my body, turning to look at me. “Wait here, cara mia. I’ll be back soon.” I nodded, not being able to say a word.

Demetri turned and ran towards the throne room. I knew he left to feed, and I just couldn’t bear the thought of him killing innocent humans. I couldn’t keep myself from crying, as I started trembling and losing balance.

Alice came by my side, trying to stabilize and calm me down, while Edward tried calming down a hyperventilating Bella. We were both losing our sanity, not being able to keep up with the Volturi’s lifestyle, as it seemed. I was craving Demetri’s touch but, at the same time, I couldn’t stop the human in me, the logic, the sense that said that I should stay away from the vampires who killed people.

I heard Alice and Edward talking with the receptionist, but I couldn’t make out exactly what they were talking about. Alice, slowly and carefully, with her hands still on my arms, led me to a nearby bench, as the receptionist walked away. I was rocking back and forth, trying to calm down, realizing that we are still alive. I saw the receptionist coming towards us, offering a glass of water to both Bella and I.

“Grazie mille.” I thanked her, my voice barely audible.

“Prego.” She smiled at me, and walked back towards her desk.

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I didn’t realise how much time passed, until I heard footsteps coming towards us. I was way more calm by now. Lifting my head towards the direction of the footsteps, I saw Demetri and Felix. I shyly smiled at Demetri, and he smiled back, with a smile wider than mine, a smile that warmed my heart.

“Hello, again, amore mio.” I felt as if my heart stopped for a split second upon hearing the words he used to address me. I would still be weak to my knees, if I didn't already sit down.

Felix was the one to inform us that we were allowed to go now, being way past nighttime. I stood up, and attempted to walk forward, towards Bella and the two Cullen siblings. I intended to leave with them, but I was stopped by Demetri’s hand on my wrist.

“Where are you going, cara?” He looked at me, knowing why I was attempting to walk away.

“I.. I thought we’d.. be leaving? That I’d be leaving? With the others?” At least, I was hoping I would be leaving with them.

“I’m sorry, amore. I can’t let you go, not now that I found you. You’ll be staying here, with me.” Demetri sounded so natural and serious, and I could only stare at him, my mouth agape.

“But.. I thought it was okay for me to leave. I have a life behind, you know. I have a school to finish, I have my family, I have things to do.” I still looked at him dumbfounded, waiting for him to allow me to go, just for now, just for a few months at least.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). But I cannot risk anything happening to you. I will make sure you are safe and protected here. We will arrange everything with your school and your family, and whatever else is needed. Please, stay.” Demetri’s eyes were pleading, and a shiver passed through my body, just by looking at him and hearing him talk.

It took me a few minutes to respond; nobody said a word all this time. “Okay.” I said faintly. “I will stay.. here.. with you.”

Demetri’s face lit up, and he leaned closer to me, wrapping his arms around me. He was careful to not hurt me, and I knew, at the moment, with my heart full of love and affection for that man, that that was where I was supposed to be. With Demetri. For as long as it lasted.

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