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doc-pickles · 4 years ago

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that was our place, I found it first

in which alex and jo both struggle with their new realities and that overwhelming sense of deja vu....

hey hi hello this isn’t new (it’s been on AO3 for a hot minute) but I hadn’t shared it here so enjoy. and everyone say thank you to olivia rodrigo.

It’s three weeks into his stay in Kansas when the weight of his new reality hits him square in the chest. He’d wrangled both kids inside and sent them to wash up, quickly changing out of his scrubs before meeting Eli, Alexis, and Izzie at the dinner table. He’s about to ask how the day has been for everyone but he’s stopped dead in his tracks, the words slipping from his mind.

“Hey, you're invited to Mer's for Thanksgiving.”

“Really?”

“I'm invited and, uh, I'm bringing you.”

“The attendings are gonna be weird if I'm there.”

“No, they're not.”

“Just go without me. We'll meet up after.”

“You think I wanna be there if you're not.”

“You're sweet.”

“Okay, screw it. How about we get takeout chicken and eat it in the car like we were raised to do?”

“I think I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, settle down.”

The sound of his daughter’s voice brings Alex back to the present, eyes moving from the platter of fried chicken in the center of the table to Alexis who’s staring at him in confusion. He quickly plasters a smile on his face, making a joke at his daughter’s expense that makes both children giggle loudly. Dinner passes by quickly and soon both kids are off to bed, visions of a bright eyed brunette intern closing Alex’s mind as he cleans the kitchen.

“Auntie Jo!”

The exclamation from Zola sends all three Grey Shepherd kids hurtling across the room to wrap their arms around Jo’s legs. Struggling to keep her balance, Jo let out a laugh as she listened to each child bombard her with questions. She hadn’t seen them for almost two months so the attack was unavoidable but not unwanted as she let the kids contagious joy bring a wide smile to her face.

“Hey, glad you could make it,” Link appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, Scout wriggling in his arms. “I’m not much of a cook but there’s fresh coffee and donuts. I got them from that place that’s on...”

Link’s voice faded out as Jo’s eyes settled on the pink bakery box behind him, the children clinging to her forgotten as her mind drifted.

“Cheers to an incredible day. You deserve it. Actually, I helped, too. So cheers to us.”

“Hey, powdered sugar's your favorite.”“Yeah, no. This is great. Thanks.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“So it’s been a long morning around here,” Link, oblivious to the far off look in Jo’s eyes, finished his thought off before turning back to his friend. “Can I get you some coffee? You look tired, no offense.”

Jo nodded her head, shaking off the last foggy visions of the supply closet from her mind as she hoisted Ellis onto her hip, “Coffee sounds perfect, thanks Link.”

“You know, maybe we should just head down to the courthouse, make things official.”

Alex’s head snapped up from the bowl of cereal in front of him, eyes wide as he stared at Izzie who was packing lunches for Eli and Alexis. Her comment was nonchalant, eyes not even leaving the lunch bags in front of her as she continued the thought.

“It might make things easier than going through a big fuss, plus it’s close to the hospital so it wouldn’t be super out of the way,” Izzie finally looked at Alex who was staring at her in shock still. “What do you think?”

“I don’t even know if my divorce has gone through yet, I think getting married is jumping the gun a bit Iz,” Alex forced the words out of his mouth, heart pounding loudly as Izzie began to laugh. “What? What’s so funny?”

“I meant go down to the courthouse to get you on the kids paperwork,” Izzie stifled another laugh as Alex let out a breath of relief, his heart rate coming down significantly. “Geez, what kind of backwoods tacky idea is a courthouse wedding anyways?”

Alex’s mind began to drift as visions of vampire teeth and fake blood on a day not too long ago filled his mind.

“For better or worse...”

“For better or worse.”

"...for richer or poorer...”

“For richer or... pregnant.”

“What?”

“I'm pregnant.... Ha! Scared you! I got you so good.”

“Wait. You're not pregnant?”

“No. Oh, my God, you should've seen your face.”

“... so I told Jenny we’d swing by around 8,” Izzie looks expectantly to Alex, who’s coming out of his mental dog and still staring into his cereal bowl. “Alex? You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” his eyes flit to the living room where Eli and Alexis are playing a game, loud peels of laughter coming from them. His heart twisted for a moment, picturing Jo between the two children playing along with them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah I’m good.”

“You’re just the cutest baby in the whole wide world aren’t you,” Jo’s voice was a soft coo as she rocked a drowsy Scout in her arms, the loud voices of his cousins outside drowned out as they stood in the living room. “You’re gonna be handsome just like your daddy and so smart like your mama. I don’t know what those two are gonna do with you.”

“You’re a natural you know,” Jo’s head popped up, meeting Amelia’s gaze as she leaned against the doorframe of the living room. “He won’t even fall asleep for Maggie.”

“Well Auntie Jo just has the magic touch,” Jo pressed a finger against Scout’s cheek, the infant curling closer to the new source of warmth. “Maybe that’s why OB sounds so appealing, all the babies I get to hold and love on since I’m clearly not having any of my own anytime soon.”

A low chuckle left Amelia as she crossed the room and grabbed Scout from Jo, the little boy nuzzling into his mother’s chest contentedly, “Don’t count yourself out. I wouldn’t put it past you to become a mom sooner rather than later.”

Jo watched Amelia walk towards Scout’s room, her mind thinking back to a time when having her own kids wasn’t just a far off dream.

“I'm ready. I mean, let's do it. Let's make a baby, right now.”

“Are you out of your mind? We’re not having a baby!”

“I want to have kids with you. I love how much you care for Kimmie, and it really makes me want to have kids with you. And if it's okay with you, I would really like to take your last name. Because I've never had the last name of anyone who's loved me.”

“I'm sorry I talked about kids on our honeymoon. It was stupid. It was just... you were talking about the future and snow stuff, and it just popped into my head. Like, I could see our kids playing in the snow, having fun, which is... You know, kids, snow. It makes sense.”

“Alex, shut up, please. I-I have an idea, a big idea, and I love you, and I will love all of our children, or at least one child eventually.”

“We're in the baby hat place? Are you pregnant and you didn't tell me?”

“She asked me if we wanted kids, and I said yes because we do. And she's making the hats extra big because I had an extra big head.”

The thoughts in her head overwhelm Jo, heart beating erratically as she collapses onto the couch in a fit of tears she hadn’t realized were falling. Eventually Amelia comes back, silently bringing Jo into her embrace as her tears fall. She doesn’t know how long she sits there crying, begging any higher being that would listen for Alex to come back so they could have the family they so desperately wanted.

“There’s a storm brewing! Expect two to three days of nonstop rain and wind in the North Eastern Kansas area, this storm is not letting up.”

Alex’s eyes floated to the window of his office, the news report blaring from his laptop fading as he focused on the rain hitting the glass. He’d lived in Seattle for a large majority of his life, he should be more than used to the sight of rain. Instead though the water dripping down reminded him of another storm years earlier, a storm that changed his life.

“Listen, I have to tell you something.”

“No, you don't.”

“You don't even know what I'm gonna say.”

“I think I do, and you shouldn't.”

“Jo…”

“I'll mess it up, Alex. I mess everything good in my life up, and... we work as friends really well, and... and I don't wanna mess that up.”

“You won't mess anything up.”

The memory fades from his mind as a knock sounds on the door of his office, one of his attendings hurtling questions at him a mile a minute. Jo’s bruised face and beaming smile haunt his thoughts for the rest of the day though, the feeling of her lips on his haunting him as he attempted to keep his head screwed on straight.

“Watch out Seattle! Another super soaker is in the area. Local officials are advising everyone to stay off the roads until this storm passes. If you have an emergency or need to leave…”

“Great, we’re going to get the whole of Seattle’s dumbasses in the ER tonight,” Bailey’s voice broke Jo out of her trance as she stared at the TV in the attendings lounge, fingers absentmindedly twisting the necklace around her neck. “Wilson, keep an eye on the NICU for me. If the power goes out we’ll need to keep an eye on those babies.”

Jo nodded, leaving the lounge in a daze as her mind brought up her first Seattle superstorm and a night not unlike tonight that changed everything.

“Last night, before the tree, you asked me a question. You wanted to hear me say the words. So I'm... Saying them right now.”

“I don't hear anything.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, but…”

“I'm... I'm serious.”

“Fine.”

“I love you.”

The words still echoed around her, the storm drowned out by the look on Alex’s face as they finally shared a kiss that felt like it was years in the making. That night changed everything for them, it started them off on a crazy eight year rollercoaster that despite its tragic ending Jo wouldn’t change for the world. As she walked the halls of Grey Sloan she was reminded of countless memories between them, their whole relationship playing out in the hallways of this hospital. A light feeling settled in Jo’s chest, the memories for once bringing a smile to her face instead of sending her into a crying fit. Maybe that dreaded sense of deja vu wasn’t always a bad thing…

#jolex #jolex fanfic #Jo x Alex #Jo wilson #Jo Karev #Alex Karev #grey’s anatomy fanfic #grey’s fanfic #grey’s anatomy #nina writes #jolex fanfiction

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gingerstorm101 · 3 years ago

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Painted Leaves on the High Wind | Pumpkin Spice

The wind whips the tail of his jacket around as he steps out of his car, the chilled air of the cooling planet causes an ache in his gradually stiffening joints. A brief wince in his eye, he leans back into the car to grab the grocery bag of goodies he had been sent out to retrieve. Double checking the bags, he confirms that everything on the list has been picked up.

He hears the exciting screams from inside as he struggles to open the door, stepping in, his path is blocked as a curly haired child and hyperactive dog speeds pushed past him. “Whoa, little ninja, careful!” He calls as the two run around towards the corner.

“Sorry Daddy!” She yells through the house.

He makes his way through the house to the kitchen, the noise from the small appliances deafening his ears. His wife stands beside the popcorn machine, spinning the bowl as the snack spills over the top.

“Love?” He asks, the woman before him shifting on her heels. The click from the kettle on the other side of the kitchen catches her attention. “Ziva?” He calls a little louder, the spin on her heels she takes to stare at him tells him all he needs.

He steps up to her, placing the bag on the counter, he takes her in his arms. She leans her forehead into his broad shoulder, before resting her eyes.

He strokes her hair, whispering softly into her ear. They stay there together in the kitchen, blocking out the sound around them for many moments.

They are brought back to reality when a loud “Izzy!” is shouted and the dog is rushing around the kitchen to clean up the popcorn mess that the overfilled bowl and machine are making. His wife lets out a groan, he kisses her on the forehead before grabbing the pup’s collar and pulling her away from the mess.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” His daughter frowns, opening the closet door. He looks up at her, frowning himself.

“What do you mean, Tali?” The dog pulls on his hold, going for the forgotten popcorn.

His little ninja helps him tidy up the mess. She sighs. “Ima told me to help get ready to watch the movie, but I didn’t listen.”

He glances up at his wife, her stiff movements and tense air. “Your Ima has been having a rough week, she didn’t want to worry you guys.” He pauses, helping to sweep up the last little bit of popcorn, not noticing the large brown eyes staring at each piece being cleaned up. “Give her some time and show her you love her.” He looks back up at the original ninja, the smallest hint of a smile on her lips.

Letting go of Izzy, he looks over to his daughter as she puts the broom away. The loud sniffing of a searching nose tickles their feet. She looks up at him.”Imma going to get ready for bed before the movie starts.” He nods, watching as she calls the pup’s name and runs upstairs to her room.

His wife lets out a sigh as he comes up behind her, placing his hands on her hips, resting his chin on her shoulder. He kisses along her neck, his hands coming around to rest on her belly. “You need to rest, dear.” He whispers.

She lets out a muted groan. He lifts his hands, resting them on her fiddling fingers. “I can’t.” Her tone, softer than a whisper. “I can’t leave him.” He squeezes her tightly, pulling her into his chest.

He side eyes the baby monitor, watching their baby sleep. “It’s only your first week back.” He rocks their bodies back and forth. “Maybe you can ask Vance if you can work from home?”

She spins in his arms, her bloodshot eyes staring up at him. “But what if they need me?”

“You’re distracted Ziva,” he rests his head against hers. “It’s not safe if your mind is somewhere else.” She looks away from him, a deep frown in her brows. “It doesn’t have to be forever, but your anxiety was bad after you had to give up Tali.” He rubs her thumb over her cheek, catching a tear.

“Tony, I-”

She’s cut off as thumping of multiple feet rush down the stairs. “I’m ready!”

They catch each other’s eyes again. “Please Ziva? Just think about it.” He swallows hard. “I can’t lose you again.” She nods, her jaw clenching. He leans forward to kiss her forehead again before leading her away from the kitchen. “Go relax, I’ll make the drinks.”

Five minutes after his wife and daughter settle in the living room, he enters with a large bowl of popcorn and a tray of drinks. “Order up!”

Ziva smiles as Tali lets out an infectious giggle.

“One pumpkin spice tea for the little lady.” He places her drink in front of her. “And one for the beautiful woman.” He hands her the cup before sitting down with his. “So, what are we watching?”

“The Nightmare Before Christmas!” His daughter bounces in her seat. He shakes his head as he prepares to watch the same movie for the 10th time that month.

He presses play on the movie and relaxes with his hot mug next to his daughter. Tali reaches forward and takes a sip. “Mmm! Daddy, that’s delicious!” And takes another sip.

He takes a sip of his own tea, his eyes watering. Struggling to swallow, his chest hurts as it goes down. Placing it down on the table in front of him and turning his attention to the movie. Apparently, it’s just not for him.

#tiva #tiva fanfic #ncis #ncis fanfic #tony dinozzo #ziva david #2020 october writing challenge #2021 #once upon a halloween

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imagination-is-key-in-my-world · 7 years ago

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Everything Has Changed (1/3)

Summary : You are Jace's little sister. You recently moved to the institute following your perfect record in Idris. Izzy is ecstatic to have you back, but Alec gives you the cold shoulder.

Warning : Possible inappropriate language

Pairing : Alec Lightwood x Reader

Word Count : 2,431

“You don't have to baby me Jace!” You say slapping his hand away for the fourth time since he picked you up from Idris. “I can carry my own bags. I do not need my big brother to do everything for me.” Jace sighed as he considered taking it from you anyway. He only stopped himself when he caught you rolling your eyes at him. “Y/N, I am just trying to be nice.” Jace stepped in front of you cutting you off. Rolling your eyes a second time, “Come on! I haven't seen my little sister in ages and I just wanna look out for my little girl.”

His hand raised to your head as he ruffled up your once neat parting. Setting your whole look off balanced, and basically giving you the appearance of a girl who had been dragged through a thorn bush backwards. But even though Jace was doing everything that he could to annoy you, you knew that he came from a good place. You hate to admit it but you missed him too. Not only him but you also missed your best friend Isabelle. Izzy would come and visit you whenever she had to go to Idris to see her family. Giving you the low down on everything that had gone on from missions to just general gossip. You almost laughed when Izzy had told you that Jace was deadly jealous of Simon who so happened to be a vampire. All of this because of a girl called Clary. Jace had shown you a picture of her and you had to admit that you could see why he was smitten, she was absolutely gorgeous with a capital G. You actually felt sorry for Jace because you knew what it was like to have a crush on someone that you knew you could not have. “Well hello there stranger!” Within seconds of walking through the doors you found yourself crashing to the floor sending one of your bags that you were carrying to fall right onto Jace's foot. Izzy apologized as she stood up, helping you to your feet as she was at it. You smoothed down your already messy hair do and stared at her confused. “Do I know you?” Izzy's smile instantly faded. A look of pure horror crashed onto her face as she considered the thought of her best friend not remembering who she was. That was when you burst out laughing, causing the corners of Izzy's mouth to lift into a weak smile. “You are not allowed to do that. You had me worried!” She slapped your arm and slowly her smile increased to a full belly laugh. “I'm sorry Izzy you are just too easy. Come here!” Both of you hugged each other tight after being apart for so long. You scanned the rest of the room, spotting people that you could faintly remember as well as those that you considered family. There were some that you just couldn't put their face to a name, obviously new. But there was one person that you could see through the crowd, walking in the opposite direction, and fading into the distance. You could remember that dark wild hair anywhere. Alec. __

A week has passed and you had developed new relationships with the other Shadowhunters. Clary was an alright chick. Although you did find it hard to like her because of her behaviour with Jace. Jace had told you that things were odd between them. They were close but awkwardly close. She was still with Simon who is now a close friend of yours. Both of you spent a whole night talking about Star Wars and Lord of the Rings. Comparing theories and reciting scenes together. Simon was just the nerdy friend that you were lacking while you were away in Idris. Jace was always thankful that he was able to pry Clary away from Simon while he was distracted by you. He even joked about you and Simon becoming the new power couple because of how similar you both were. Every time he would say this you would smack him in the back of the head and tell him to get his mind out of the gutter. Just because he wanted to drive a wedge between the two, allowing him to swoop in and comfort Clary, doesn't mean he can exploit his sister.

Simon and you were talking in the training room after spending some time sparring. When Clary and you got closer, she asked you whether you would mind helping to train Simon, knowing that you were one of the best in the institute. But also aware that not many of the other Shadowhunters were willing enough to work with a Vampire. “So what is it with you and Jace?” you asked as you through him a bottle of water from the table. With his fast reflexes he was able to retrieve the bottle before it made an impact onto his head. “Nice.” “What do you mean Y/N?” His head tilted to the side the way that a dog would. You had to admit, it always made you smile when he did that and he knew. “Jace is Jace and I am just me.” You snorted a little at his response making him hold his hands up and change his answer, “fine, you got me. Very wise you are. No wonder we get along.” He scratched at the back of his head while searching for the right thing to say. “Well Clary and Jace have always been close and had that tension...” “Tension?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah sexual tension.” He stood up and approached you. You were leaning against the table that was at the far side of the room, watching him as he talked and advanced towards you. “So basically they want each other. But not as partners or friends, but more.” Using his fingers to air quote the word 'want.' Your hand lifted to the top of his arm as you looked deep into your friends hurt eyes. “Simon, if you know all of this. Why do you stay with Clary?” He moved away, turning his back to you as he brought a hand to his head. “It's not that simple Y/N.” He paused, “I love her. I have loved her since I was old enough to know what love is. Maybe even before that. So you see, I cant let Jace get in the way. If I want this to work, then I have to make it work.” Before you could stop yourself you pulled him into a hug. You weren't quite his height so your head was flat against his chest. After a few seconds, his chin rested on the top of your head, wrapping his own arms around you. You weren't the type of person who would show weakness like this. Where you would show that you cared as much as you did, especially when your line of work is as dangerous as it was. There were only a select few that you would allow yourself to be yourself around. To truly care about. It was hard for you to let new people in, but Simon would be an exception. You just couldn't stand seeing him this hurt. Especially because you knew far too well how it felt. Your hug as well as your thoughts were interrupted by a loud cough. Pulling away startled, you looked to your right and noticed Alec with his arms crossed staring at you disapprovingly. You had not seen Alec since the day you had got back. Even then all you saw was him look over his shoulder as he walked away, locking eyes with you for what felt like an eternity, but in actual fact it was a split second. “If you're done 'hugging.' Some of us need to train.” With that he moved over to start the simulator, bow at the ready. This was your queue to leave. __

Another week had passed since the training room drama. The person who said that time heals all wounds, was the most brain dead person on the planet. You couldn't help but feel like shit the past week. Thinking about how Alec and you had been so close for years. But the minute you were back he saw you as nothing more than the Downworlders that he used to despise. You had no one that you could talk to about this. Jace was his best friend, nothing good would come from telling your brother that his best friend was ignoring his sister. You knew Jace all too well. Hearing something like this would make him want to confront Alec, regardless of who overheard or got hurt in the meantime. Izzy was Izzy, she was all for the romance. But something told you that her innuendo and sexual nature would not stretch to her own brother. She was great to talk to about relationships, but probably not this particular one. You couldn't even consider telling Simon any of this. Not now that he has his own shit to deal with. Why wasn't life fucking simple.

You were sat in the large communal kitchen, stirring your spoon around in your already soggy cereal. You were never fond of cereal once it had gone past that 'too' wet point, slipping into the mushy. Your mind on other things, causing your cereal to become gross and putting you off eating it. For it to only become something for you to play with. “You know mum hated it when you did that!” Jace walked in, obviously meaning Maryse your adopted mother since your real parents perished. Having Maryse as your mother made things a hell of a lot harder for you. “What's on your mind little one? You only play with your food when your mind is somewhere else.” “It's nothing Jace.” You pick up your bowl, only to have it snatched back. “Jace!” “What?” He said with a mouthful of soggy cereal, “no point in letting good food go to waste.” You scoffed and walked out of the room, leaving Jace behind with the rest of your breakfast. Looking at the rota, you knew that in ten minutes it would be your slot in the training room. Running back to your room so that you could change from your pjs into your training gear. __

Half an hour later you were in the middle of training. Hair plastered to your sweaty face, unattractive and an inconvenience. There were not many people who could use a bow apart from you and Alec. When you were younger, you and Alec would practice together in the simulator. Having each others back. If it wasn't for him being closer to Jace, it is possible that you and him would have become parabati. Alec always laughed when you would miss the target. But not in a mean way to make you feel like shit. But in a way that would push you to try better, to work harder for his approval. While you were shooting the targets after your extensive sparring battle with the fight simulator. Your mind went back to the memories of you two..

** Alec was shooting at the archery targets that you had both set up in the training room. Each arrow flew and hit the target dead in the centre perfectly. He would laugh every time that he managed to land a perfect arrow on the target. While you fumbled trying to get the arrow to reach the board. “Another point for me! Any one would think you're distracted.” Your head fell to the floor to look at your toes. “Don't be stupid Alec! You're just not playing fair.” “How am I not playing fair?” He snapped turning around to look you dead in the eye. You were 14 at the time, Alec was 16. “Because you put me under too much pressure to be like you. I am not you.” You walked over to grab an arrow from the table. Lined up the target with your eye but hesitated. While you were trying to focus on the target, your were interrupted as you felt hands ever so gently placed on your waist holding you steady. “Y/N focus. You shake when you are trying to focus. Focus on not shaking more than hitting the target. Breath and let go.” His head was right next to your ear whispering to you. You could feel his warm breath on your neck. It was hard to focus when you knees felt that wobbly. You let out a sharp breath and the arrow flew landing right next to Alec's in the board. You could feel him smile without having to look at him. “The student has become the master.” You spun around with a big grin on your face. His hands fell from your waist and held onto your hands. “I knew you could do it. But I cant stand behind you every time we are in battle mind.” You laughed and fell into his chest. “Thank you Alec. You make me a better me. I hope I always have you around to keep me safe.” “We will always stick together. You and me, that's the truth. Forever and always.” “Forever and always!” You repeated as you nuzzled into his chest. **

“Are you gonna shoot, or what?” It was Alec who shook you out of your daydream about Alec. You released the arrow and sure enough you missed the target. You hadn't missed that bad since you were younger. “I am gonna go with or what” Alec snickered and walked out of the room. “What is your problem Alec?” You yell. Your eyes were glued to the doorway where he was just stood. All of a sudden he reappeared, arms crossed in his usual stance. “I have no idea what you are on about. But clearly you have forgotten everything that I taught you.” “Shut it Alec.” You turned back to the target quickly and shot an arrow landing right in the centre of the board. “I know what I am doing.” He turned and tried to walk away for a second time, but you weren't done. “You have been avoiding me since I got back. Why?” “Just drop it. Things have changed,” he paused, “people have changed. So just drop it.” By the time he finished what he was saying he was back through the door. Leaving you alone, again.

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lucifer-lacroix · 6 years ago

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Strawberry Chapter 5 (edited)

It's 1898 and Arthur decides to leave the gang for a bit to go on a hunting trip. He stops by the village of Strawberry and meets a caravan of wealthy ladies. The famed Rosalyn Bush is in town, and he starts planning a heist on his own but discovers Isabella Morningstar. His former girlfriend and famed bounty hunter "The Devil in Red." is protecting them.

It didn't feel like morning, with the wind howling outside as rain pounded against the glass. There was little light in the room as the fire had gone out and the lamp on bedside table had run out of oil. Arthur Morgan found himself face down in a mass of soft pillows and sheets which tangled his naked body up. The cotton sheets soft against his skin at the smell of lavender perfume filled his nose. He reached around the bed hoping to grab hold of the woman he went to bed with, but no one was there. That was when the pound of a headache forced him awake, and he groaned lost for a moment in pain. Arthur peeled his face off the sweet-scented pillow and spotted a glass of water. He reached for it after sliding himself across the bed and untangling himself from the comforter. He sat on the edge of the while he chugged down the water. "How much did I drink last night?" He asked himself as he pursed his lips. His mouth tasted like an ashtray, and the water did little to wash away the dryness in his throat. He was replaying the previous night in his head needing a minute to remember how he ended up in this room.

"Poker game, cigarettes outside, Rosalyn's room... Strawberry jam." No one was inside the room but him, the bed was empty, and his clothes gone. Through the arrangements of techniflavoured jams on the counter were still there except the jar of Strawberry which was split on the ground next to the bed with handprints across the base of the bed. "I remember now," Scanning empty room he searched for where he had left his clothes and was sure he dropped his pants at the foot of the bed, but they were nowhere in sight. His gun was still on the stool where he left it, but his shirt, pants, vest and undergarments were gone. "Izzy." He said with a snarl as he put his boots on and grabbed his gun belt. He looked around the room and spotted a black silk housecoat with purple trim. It didn't look like any regular house coat since it had orange dragon embroidered in it and long cuffed sleeves. It must have been some Asian garb, but it was the only thing in the room that would fit his shoulders. With a long heavy sigh, he put it on and covered up before leaving the room. Storming down the hallway in search of the devil who stole his clothes. As he crossed the hall to the stairs he passed so many people, the storm had locked everyone in, and now he had to walk across the hotel dressed as a woman to an audience. Gasps followed snickers and giggles as not everyone found his display amusing but rather audacious. Holding the opening of the housecoat closed he kept his hand on the grip of his gun as he headed to the yellow lounge. Once he passed through the curtains, he noticed the tables filled with the same gaggle of ladies from the night before but this time had company. They all stopped and stared at him, some in snickers some full belly laughing, but he did not care. His eyes immediately feel on The Devil. "Izzy," Arthur scowled angrily as everyone's eyes quickly darting to the back of the room where Isabella sat to breakfast with Rosalyn who had her back turned. Isabella had a big old smirk on her face as she watched Arthur come into the room. Sat next to her on the table was a well-folded stack of clothes inside a potato sack. Izzy stared at Arthur with a victorious grin on her face as Rosalyn turned to see what she was smirking about to spit out her coffee immediately. The blonde gasping for breath once she looked at him. "Why are you wearing my Kimono Mr Callaghan?" Rosalyn asked shocked and one of the only people not amused by the situation. "Izzy... my things." Arthur cleared his throat and spoke darkly not amused in the slightest. "I don't know what you're talking about I've been on guard all right. I did find this outside are they yours?" Isabella said and opened the bag revealing his clothes folded and neatly for him. Arthur's eyes narrowed as Rosalyn got up and walked over to him grabbing the stack of clothes and shoving them into Arthur's hands. "Do you know how expensive that is, take it off immediately." She said bitterly to Arthur in a hushed tone to not embarrass him further before turning back to give Izzy an icy glare. "You happy now?" Arthur asked Izzy as the pair of them scolded her with their eyes. "Delighted... you know you have something in your hair right?" Izzy said pointing to a glob of Strawberry jam caked on the side of his head. "Oh, you tried my jams? Which one was your favourite?" Rosalyn asked as her tone flipped and Arthur just marched away with no response. Arthur stormed back to his room where he fished the key out of his pants, crossing the same crowds of people who wanted to comment but he responded this time.

"Take a damn picture it will last longer. Now get outta my way!" He spoke loud and bitterly, instilling fear with his march despite his outrageous attire and the crowds stepped out of his way. Once he slammed the door behind him to his room, he wanted to rip the Kimono off but spotted himself in the full-length mirror seeing his reflection. He looked himself up and down and just started laughing. He looked ridiculous, but he had worn outfits worst then this. Arthur's muscular frame filled out the Kimono rather nicely as it draped over his skin delicately. He could tell how expensive it was as he brushed his fingers over the sleeves touching the silk fibres and the small beads sewn into the dragons shaping its scales. For a tiny moment, Arthur wanted to keep it.

"No, I will never live it down if Hosea or Dutch saw me in this." He chuckled to himself and delicately took it off. Rosalyn was the only one who sympathised with him, and as she said before, it was best not to force bad luck on those who do nice things. He folded it up to bring it back to her checking to make sure he didn't get anything on it. He got dressed in his clothes and put on his last clean shirt which was a red and brown checkered casual button up. He also scrubbed the jam from his hair using the grooming station water bowl and towel, finally packing his things to leave once he pulled himself back together. "Time to get outta here." He said and searched through his satchel to grab something to eat. Instead, he noticed something else was missing, and he feverishly searched the bag unable to find it.

Since Arthur had left to change Rosalyn returned to the table where Isabella sat rather proud with herself. The glaring blonde down at the smug red-head with arms crossed and furrowed brows. "What?" Izzy asked. "What are you doing to that man? First, you sleep with him then embarrass him in front of the whole town on top of making it look like he slept with me? Hence embarrassing me at the same time and you have a smirk on your face?" Rosalyn asked. "Hey, that's not what I was." Izzy started, but Rosalyn put her finger up to silence her, and she did. "That's what you did. Your intentions don't matter; it's your actions that speak. You think poking bears in fun?" Rosalyn in front of everyone started to scold her. "Rosie come on." "Don't Rosie me! I'm not going to sit here and let you act like a careless bitter loser who resorts to childish antics instead of acting like an adult. Do you want to come with me to the frontier? Then you will apologise to Mr Callaghan and return everything you took from him. " "Apologize! To him! He should apologise to me! Also, I gave back everything I took." Izzy stood up and threw her chair back "Oh really? Where is his room key?" She asked "In the left pocket where I found them." "So you went looking for them?" "N-No." "What did you do with his keys?" She asked. "Uh..." Izzy went quiet knowing if she kept talking Rosalyn would catch her in a lie. "Give it to me," Rosalyn ordered holding out her hand. When Isabella didn't move, she stomped her foot and shouted. "Now!" "Okay fine!" Izzy said and took out a leatherback journal from her bag and handed it to her. "His diary? that's low." "His journal, whatever. I just wanted to check something." "Sure, Now go find your dog and hunt something for dinner." "It's pouring rain out!" "Take a poncho then," Rosalyn ordered and walked off with the journal headed towards Arthur's room. "Fine! I'll go, I was gonna go anyways." Izzy said and groaned storming out with her bag.

Rosalyn got a few steps out of the room and slowed down a bit, tapping the binding of the journal in hand. Looking around she whistled innocently to herself and checked to see who was around while stepping into an empty lounge. Once Rosalyn was alone opened the book to a random page. Glancing over it she saw a drawing of a racoon sitting on a stump roughly sketched like it was in the middle of grooming. Another sketch was on the page as well of a small songbird and a deer lying in the grass. She scanned each drawing carefully before flipping the page. This sketch was of a giant bison in the snowy hills that took up two pages in the book. "Whoa." She whispered turning the book to get a better view of the well-drawn picture. She flipped it again this time more towards the latest entries skipping the text until she saw the sketch of the gate to Strawberry. "This is what you find worthy of a page?" She asked wondering why he would sketch such mundane items — flipping the page again where she saw the portrait of herself in the book. Rosalyn rested her hand on her heart and was taken back by how accurately he captured her likeness in such a rough sketch. Though next to it was a better-drawn picture of Izzy, and she scowled a little bit. "Lady Rosalyn?" A voice called to her, and she folded up the journal and tucked it under her arm in panic. "I'm in here." SHe responded and stood up to turn and see Arthur of all people headed her way. Fully dressed this time with all his belongings in tow. "Mr Callaghan!" She said caught red-handed. "Have you seen Izzy? I believe she still has something of mine." He said as he handed back the folded Kimono to her. "Oh? What on earth did she take." Rosalyn asked as she clutched the journal behind her back. "Something I can't leave without, can you point me in her direction please?" Arthur asked skipping details. Rosalyn finding herself in a precarious position. She hesitated, knowing that if she gave it back, Arthur would surely brave the storm and leave after everything that happened. "I told her to go hunting," Rosalyn said briefly. "Shit, I better get to her before she leaves," Arthur said and spun on his heels and took off without hesitation towards the stable. "Wait!" Rosalyn said quietly after him and stood dumbfounded he just took off in the middle of a conversation. Once she regained her senses, she ran after him, but he was already out the door. "Oh, That rude son of a! Ugh I shouldn't have done that. No, it's fine they will just run into each other at the stable. He'll come back" Rosalyn said Arthur stopping on the patio watching him walk. He calmly headed for the stable as Rosalyn looked to the kimono in her hands. "I should put this away." Rosalyn ran upstairs and into her room and quickly drop off the Kimono and get dressed in something cute. "He likes cowgirls fine. I got pants here." She pursed her lips and shuffled through the mess of clothes on the floor. Rosalyn emerged from the mess wearing dark riding pants, a dark blue blouse and Chocolate brown leather jacket. Her riding gloves in hand and rifle strung over her shoulder. "See I'm tough! I'll go after them. I know how to scavenge berries and ride a horse." She talked herself up in the mirror and grabbed her riding bag and stuffed the Journal into it as well as the stable chip for Princess. "I rode her yesterday." Rosalyn triumphantly walked down the stairs and headed out in the rain. "Ms Bush! Where are you going? It's going to thunder again; you should stay inside." William ran up to her wearing his casual shirt wet all over from cleaning the floor. "Oh, I know! I need to go pick up from berries for my pies. I'll be back in an hour or two. Honey will take care of things while I am gone and I'll be back so we can get cooking as I promised." She said in one breath and pinched his cheek and took off out the door before he could stop her. Down the muddy road towards the stable as she saw Arthur riding away on Duke. "Fuck!" She cursed and ran towards the stable. As she reached the stable Arthur was out of sight, and she stomped her feet. "Dammit! Quick Give me the horse!" She yelled and shoved the chip onto the stableman's hands who was at the gate about to close it. "Ms Bush! I'm sorry Ms Morningstar already came and took Aristotle out hunting." "Not the Mustang the Arabian!" "Oh! The white one! I dunno miss she's been rather panicked this morning, the storm is scaring her something fierce I would wait till Ms Morningstar comes back with Aristotle." "I can't wait! I need to go now! Just saddle her up I can handle her!" Rosalyn said exasperatedly. "As you say, miss." The stableman took her chip and went off to prepare Princess for her, and she stood there tapping her foot stubbornly. Her thoughts were spinning revolving around Arthur and Izzy in the forest alone. "Whoa! Okay, calm down Rose. It's just a book. He's going to go out there, she's not going to have it, and again I'm going to get her laid. Ugh. He's not even that good looking, and this whole thing is stupid, I'm wet. I'm tired. My room is disgusting, and she's going to pay for it, and now my Kimono from Toyko smells like sex. It wasn't even with me" She sighed heavily and crossed her arms over her chest. Alone in the rain now able to let out her frustrations. "Stupid Arthur and his stupid leather sketchbook. See. It's just childish doodles." She ripped it out of the bag and started angrily flipping through it. "Just a bunch of cute little animals what kind of man doodles..." As she was flipping through the pages, she stopped at a ledger marked with a string. She turned it open to the page and glanced it over. There was a list of numerical entries of various dollar amounts in a column, next to it a sketch of a city layout and an x circled by a red dot. A treasure map next to a ledger recording all the savings held by a gang in Blackwater. Dutch Van Der Linde's name among the list. "Uh oh." She said nervously closing the book slowly as the colour from her face disappeared leaving her white as a ghost. "Miss. The horse is ready for you now." The stableman called out to her as she waved to him nervously as he leads the horse to her. Princess who was dragging her hooves in the dirt complained loudly as the two strangers handled her. Rosalyn made a squeak like sound while staring at the horse who seemed a lot bigger than the last time she rode her. With a deep breath, she shoved the journal into her bag and took the reigns he handed to her. "Alright girl calm down! We have to go!" Rosalyn said holding onto her dominant voice picturing the red-heads face in the eyes of the horse. "You are going to listen to me okay! We gotta get out there fast and come back in once piece alright!" Attempting to bargain with the horse who looked her over and calmed a little bit. "Hey, it worked." She said when Princess shoved her back with her nose and tried to bite the lead and rip it out of her grip. "No!!" Rosalyn shouted holding the reigns tightly and tangled it around her wrist so the horse couldn't pull it from her grip. "Okay! No more Ms nice lady." Rosalyn huffed and yanked the reign down making princess's head bow down. Rosalyn then grabbed the horn of the saddle and climbed up onto Princess despite her jaunting as the stableman assisted in keeping her still. "Are you sure about this!?" He asked when the horse reared a bit. "Okay. Off we go." Rosalyn tapped Princess's sides with her heels and clicked her tongue as the horse immediately set into a fast trot instead of a walk and took off down the road going the wrong way. "Whoa! Whoa, Princess!! Slow down!" Rosalyn panicked horse stomped through the puddles, and she held on desperately. The horse was leading her as people watched he ride in circles, hoping to see her thrown. Once Princess got her burst of energy out Rosalyn took control and turned her around to go down the road after Arthur. "I got this!" She cheered to herself as they flew down the trail out of control.

Arthur and the Duke were trotting at a quick pace following a trail in the mud left behind by a heavy horse. The rain had cleared the path of all the other travellers, and the single set of hoof prints lead him deeper into the forest headed into a groove. They rode slowly as The Duke manoeuvred around the tightly packed trees with ease. "Well Duke, if she went hunting this would be a good spot to go. " Arthur said out loud stopping the mule as the tracks merged with a second. He dismounted from his Mule to get a better look at the prints. "You think she took it on purpose to lead me out here Duke?" He asked the creature after he fed him common bulrush plant which he lazily chewed. "Yeah sounds rather stupid, why would she embarrass me like that if she just wanted to shoot me? Does she want to steal her money back from us you think?" He asked Duke out loud who kept munching nonchalantly. "Yeah, she should have just taken the map, not the whole journal, of course, I would notice it gone." He knelt next to a set of paw prints next to the hoof prints. "This must be her... big dog," he said and put his hand next to the paw print which was filling up with water and the size of his palm. He stood back up and grabbed the lead of his mule and walked alongside them to follow the path keeping quiet as they travelled into the forest. "I'm going to need your help to get the jump on her." He rubbed Duke's neck as they climbed over the roots of a large oak tree.

Deep within the trees, the rain was light since the leaves above sheltered the forest floor. On such a stormy day many creatures stayed within their shelters but not everyone. A wild boar was roaming about looking for truffles, his loud snorts pinpointing his location. The beast had stumbled upon a groove of mushrooms and was feasting on his own until a loud crack of a rifle echoed in the trees. The birds flew away, and a deer went scampering off, but the wild boar fell dead on the ground with a mouthful of half-eaten fungi. Izzy who was laid out under a shelter of leaves and brush cocked her rifle which smoked from the last shot she fired. A perfect bullseye on the hog's skull. "Piece of cake." She smirked happily. "She can't be mad at me now. Everyone loves bacon. Why is she so fucking mad at me anyway." She asked her rifle before reloading it. As the bullet punched into the chamber, she noticed in the distance a Mule break through the brush on its own. He was saddled and headed straight for the groove of mushrooms where she had just shot the boar. "Who's a fucking mule is that?" She asked herself and put her scope up to her eye to get a closer look. The creature slid down the muddy slope into the grove and happily started eating the patch of half-eaten mushrooms the boar had found. Izzy looked around to see if the owner was close. "Some bastard trying to steal my kill?" She said out loud hesitant about whoever was its rider was. Fifteen minutes went by as Izzy remained still in her hiding place, the Mule just grazing the entire time. The mule had fed over to where the dead hog laid and started to climb on top of it stomping his feet on the pig which was blocking a patch of mushrooms. "Oh shit!" Izzy said and jumped out of her hiding spot and headed down to scare the Mule away before it ruined her kill. "Hey shoo!" She yelled and ran up to the beast before she heard a gun cock to her left. She slid to a stop and cursed under her breath. "Stupid. Okay, you got me." She shook her head and turned to see Arthur Morgan of all people standing on a fallen tree with a Carbine Repeater pointed at her. "I thought you had a sense of humour Arthur." She shouted and raised her hands her rifle still in one of them. "Hilarious as that morning prank was, taking my things is not. I guess that's on me for trusting you." He said and started to approach her. "Haha yeah, that's why I gave em back. I'm not interested in robbing you. That's your thing." Izzy said and lowered her arms but kept her rifle pointed away from Arthur, but did point it at the Mule. She whistled twice and readied her gun at the Duke. "Hm, you think I wouldn't have noticed you pinch my journal." He asked quickly glancing around him wondering where the dog was since it was not with her. "Yeah I thought you would, so I gave it to Rosalyn to give back to you," Izzy said also looking around for her dog as well but raised her gun to the Mule to stop Arthur from approaching her further. "Don't shoot my Mule, and don't lie. Give it back, and we can go our separate ways" Arthur said with narrow eyes. "Excuse me? I think I deserve the right to take away one of your beloved pets. Besides I'm not lying, go talk to Rosalyn she has your Journal." Izzy said before whistling again a little more desperately, this time hearing a twig snap in the distance. "I did, she told me you were out here," Arthur said and fired a warning shot at her which hit the rocks at her feet and made Duke sprint off. Izzy was going to shoot when Arthur cracked a second shot closer to her feet making her jump. "Hand it over!" He ordered when a dog barked to his right. Before he could change targets, a colossal dog leapt out of the bushes and tackled him. Knocking the Repeater from his hands and taking him to the ground. He was expecting to get mauled, but instead, the giant dog started licking him. She had a squished face with floppy ears and a brown and beige coat of fur. The dog was massive and weighed at least 200 lbs currently centred on his chest. "Hey, Bijou, who's a good girl. Arthur this is Bijou." Izzy said and readied her gun at him as Arthur drew his pistol from his belt and was ready to shoot the dog. "Are you sure it's a dog and not a bear?" He asked with his finger on the trigger, but since it wasn't biting him yet lovingly licking him, he couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger as she slobbered all over his face. "Bijou, Bijou get off I got it," Izzy said her rifle now pointed at Arthur on the ground. Arthur grabbed the dog's neck and pointed his pistol at her head. "Fuck off Arthur! Don't you fucking dare!" She said bitterly. "Give me back my journal!" Arthur yelled as the dog started to growl against his grip. "Bijou No calm! I don't have it. Arthur let her go don't scare her!" Izzy tried to stay calm but in the distance, and ear piercing scream broke through the trees. They both stopped recognising the tone of the voice as a female. Bijou was ready to bite Arthur, but at the sound of the scream, he let go and let the dog jump off him. "Rosalyn told you she didn't have it?" Izzy asked her gun still training on him. "She said you went hunting. I... stormed out after that." Arthur said as a second scream was heard this time an English accented voice calling for help. "She didn't come with you did she?"Izzy asked with wide eyes. They both stared at each other for a second. "Shit." They said, and unison as Arthur got up from the ground. Izzy was holstering her rifle on her back heading back for her horse. "How the hell did she get out this far? I have the only riding horse." "I think she took Princess," Arthur said as he whistled for the Duke. "You mean my Arabian?" Izzy said and ran up the hill to a black Mustang horse hitched out of sight from the groove. The muscled horse had a majestic long raven mane and stood proud saddled with a gator skinned set up lined with gator fangs. A turkey already tied off in the saddle off his left flank. "First off, That is a nice horse. Secondly, I thought you didn't want my horse?" Arthur said and saddled up on his Mule waiting for her. "Who would, she's a skittish coward. I went to take her out this morning, and she wouldn't come near me. How could Rosalyn get on her? She's afraid of horses." Izzy climbed up on Aristotle and turned him around towards where they heard shouting. "She didn't mention that yesterday when she was riding her, the road is back that way lets head up by cutting through the trees to see if we can get in front of them before they get lost," Arthur said and scanned the trees. "You know, I wish I never met you," Izzy said sourly ignoring his suggestion and taking off back the way she came. "For Pete's sake, Hold on just one minute. I thought we were getting along just fine last night, what the fuck happened?" He asked. "Now? You want to talk about it now?" Izzy asked. "Yes actually! What the hell is the matter with you? I thought we had sorted things out?" Arthur asked abandoning his plan and following Izzy and Aristotle. The Duke was having a hard time keeping up with the stallion forcing Arthur to shout.

"Becuase we slept together while you were drunk!? HA! Nothing has changed Arthur. You're still an outlaw, a degenerate and a thief!" Izzy shouted back as they dodged around the trees, Aristotle having to go around the obstacles the Duke could squeeze through. "Then why go along? Why lead me on like that? For revenge? To give me a taste of my own medicine?" Arthur demanded, catching up to her. Izzy went quiet as they broke out of the trees and onto the main road. She scanned the ground and noticed a sporadic set of prints charged through not long ago. "Well!?" Arthur finally caught up as the Duke let out a wail having been pushed so hard to follow. "I'm thinking hold on!" Izzy yelled and checked which way the prints headed. Another scream was echoing ahead. "This way!" She called and took off. "Izzy!" Arthur yelled after her and looked to the Duke. "I'm sorry boy. Yaw!" He gave him a hard kick, and the Mule jolted off behind the Mustang. Unable to keep up with Izzy who had launched her stallion into a full gallop after Rosalyn and the runaway Arabian.

#rdr 2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur #romance #fanfiction #western #original characters #strawberry

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xxxdragonfucker69xxx · 7 years ago

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@khancrackers replied to your post: should i post a gay bit of tsiy or a sad bit

Gay

I cut the shirt off her and balled it up on the table. There was, Jesus, a lot of blood. Even the part of my brain constantly yelling about Izzy was worried about how much blood there was. She was slumped over to one side, clearly exhausted. "You'll have to... help me," she said, fighting for breath. "Wash.....disinfect....bandage."

I filled a bowl with hot water, figuring that was probably cleaner, and knelt beside her with the water and first-aid kit. "Hang on," I said, struggling to get the words out calmly. "You're doing great." I wet a towel and started dabbing away the blood, whispering to her every time she flinched or let out sound. "It's okay," I said as I washed out the insides of the wounds, as gently as I could. "Don't worry," I said as I poked the disinfectant wipe along the worst of the injuries, a gouge across her stomach -- shallow, I think, but wide. "No problem," I said, helping her slowly struggle out of her jeans to get at the bite marks on her calf, thanking God that whatever crazy martial arts she knew had kept the hellhound from getting a good grip on her. "You're okay," I said as I cleaned the cut above her eye, our faces inches apart. I was determined to focus on the cut, but my eyes flickered to hers, and they were closed.

"Mm," Izzy said, leaning into me. I tried to catch her and stand her back up without touching any wounds or underwear, but she was going boneless on me. "Y're g'd 't this." She actually literally nuzzled me a little, and I thought I was going insane. No, of course, she was, because she'd taken about half the damn bottle of painkillers.

Shit. How was I going to get her back to my room? There was no way she was getting home like this. "Hey," I said, gently shaking her shoulder. "Wake up. Time to move."

Izzy protested, but her eyes fluttered open, and after a minute or two, focused. "Damn," she said, pulling herself upright. I was glad she wasn't unconscious, even if my skin protested at the loss of contact. "Fuck. Alright. I'm good. No, I'm good." We wobbled on over to the stairs and made our way up, one step at a time. She was too tired to protest when I deposited her in my bed, making sure to pull extra covers over her on account of not exactly being in pajamas. I switched off the light and she said "Hey. Iris."

I turned to her. It was dark, and I think her eyes were closed, but still. "Yeah?"

"Are you gonna talk to your dad tonight?"

"No," I said, checking my phone. "It's past midnight. Also I'm wiped."

"Thanks," she mumbled. "For patching me up. Took a long time."

"Thanks for helping me break in and getting bit by dogs," I said. Izzy laughed sleepily. "Goodnight," I said, but she didn't respond.

#khancrackers #the scorpion inside you #some tropes...are good #this is more than i wanted to paste but it doesnt excerpt neatly

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rebelcourtesan · 4 years ago

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Thicker than Water Sneak Peek Ch. 37

While falling asleep was the easy part, staying asleep was another matter. Many times Liz would wake up and have a brief moment of panic when she didn’t recognize the room. She’d wonder where she was until it came crashing down.

She was inside CandyLand, pretending to be a teenage boy in a drug making factory - in Hell.

The blue eyes of Alastor’s shadow peered at her from a dark corner of the room. She tried speaking to it in a low whisper - if there are so many rooms in the hall, then the walls must be paper thin. Never speaking back, it’s blue eyes smiling at her with a visceral hunger like a hungry dog seeing fresh meat dropped into its food bowl.

��Alastor?” She tried again. Without a watch or any means of telling time, she could only guess she had been awake for an hour. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes, darling?”

She nearly shrieked in fright at the sudden response. It was Alastor’s voice coming from the shadow’s blue mouth which molded to form the words. “Alastor! I’ve been trying to talk to you for the last hour.”

“Forgive me, my darling, but it wasn’t safe to talk. Your neighbors weren’t asleep until now.”

It was as she suspected. The walls were thin enough for any conversation to be heard. Was her conversation with Jesse overheard earlier? Did they say anything condemning? And how did he know?

“How . . .?”

“I can hear them through the walls. One was reading and the other was . . .getting acquainted with himself . . .”

“It’s safe to talk?” She said quickly, not wanting to know anymore.

“Yes. I will let you know when it’s unsafe to speak.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost half past five.”

In one hour, she would begin her first day as Leo who worked for CandyLand packaging drugs for transport and sales. God, she hoped she wouldn’t see Zip again, but when she had been that lucky?

“Do the others know I’m here?’

“Oh, yes. The princess is quite worried, but Mr. White is quite pleased. He says ‘Good job, sweetheart,’” Alastor relayed.

“Tell him that most of the facility is underground. I don’t know deep underground, but it’s like a military bunker . . .or a prison.”

The shadow took a look around, seeing more than she could ever hope to perceive with her human eyes. “This is quite the place of misery you’ve come to, Elisa. Delicious.”

“I made contact with Jesse,” Liz continued, not wanting to dwell on the dreary danger around her and push on the job at hand. “He’s going to get me in contact with his friends.”

“They’ll be pleased everything is going according to plan,” the shadow tilted its head in a grin. “Shall I tell them of your encounter with Izzy?”

“You saw that?”

“Saw it and unable to do anything about it, darling, but you had it well in hand.”

“The sonuvbitch almost smothered me on the street,” she groused under her breath. “No need to worry them about something we can’t help right now. I need to get some sleep for my first shift.”

#fanfiction #hazbin hotel #thicker than water

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junker-town · 5 years ago

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Can the Saints get revenge on the Rams? Our Week 2 picks say ... maybe

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This week, we couldn’t agree on Saints vs. Rams ... or Patriots vs. Dolphins?! Check out picks for all 16 games from our nine-human, one-dog panel.

Welp, it turns out the Cleveland Browns aren’t going 16-0.

The much-anticipated debut of the -improved version of the team was surprisingly lackluster. The Titans cruised to a 43-13 win, and all but one member on our panel didn’t see it coming. Only Geoff Schwartz correctly predicted the Browns would stumble out to their (just about) annual 0-1 start.

Outside of that game, our group had a pretty strong start to the NFL season. Nine of the 10 experts correctly picked the Ravens, Chargers, Seahawks, and Cowboys to get Week 1 wins. Only Rosie, our Good Dog of the Week, whiffed on those four. But that’s OK, we still love her.

At least Rosie joined the others in taking the Eagles to beat Washington, the only unanimous pick of the week.

Four experts — James Brady, Levi Damien, Sarah Hardy, and Charles McDonald — currently lead the pack with 12-4 records. Only one finished Week 1 with a losing record (I’m so sorry, Rosie), so nobody is too far behind.

It’s NFC Championship rematch time

Perhaps you’ve heard that New Orleans fans don’t like officials.

Back in January, the Saints almost certainly would’ve gone to the Super Bowl if a blatantly obvious pass interference penalty on the Rams wasn’t missed in the NFC Championship Game. The NFL eventually changed its replay rules in the offseason to avoid a similar disaster happening again, while Saints fans sued the league. But not before the Rams got the chance to produce a painfully unexciting loss against the Patriots in Super Bowl 53.

Saints fans most definitely aren’t over it. A ton of fans showed up for the team’s Week 1 home opener against the Texans wearing referee uniforms, which ... uh ... that’ll show ‘em, I guess?

hey you think the Saints forgot about that game vs the Rams? pic.twitter.com/g8WOwPlbDh

— SB Nation (@SBNation) September 9, 2019

The better revenge for the Saints would be a win over the Rams in Week 2, although they’ll have to travel to Los Angeles to get the job done. Our experts are divided, 5-5, on whether or not they can pull it off.

That wasn’t the only game that was tough for our crew to pick. The avian Sunday Night Football showdown between the Falcons and Eagles is also a 50-50 split.

There are a few other matchups that left us in disagreement, including division rivalries like Colts-Titans and Vikings-Packers. However, we came to an easy consensus on four contests this week. We all took the Panthers over the Bucs, the Cowboys over Washington, the Ravens over the Cardinals, and the Chiefs over the Raiders.

If it seems like there’s an obvious mismatch that we’re leaving off that list, it’s not a mistake. The Patriots, who look annoyingly unstoppable, will visit the Dolphins, who look like they’re tanking even more than we could’ve imagined, for the first time since the Miracle in Miami.

Yet somehow, our panel did not unanimously back Tom Brady and Co. That’s all because of our guest four-legged picker.

Meet the Good Dog of Week 2: Blue

Blueseph Abraham Jeppson Keanu — or “Blue,” for short — lives with his humans Louis and Izzy. He is a chihuahua mixed with something — potentially a rodent of some kind, but a cute one. His favorite activities include invading personal space (both his owners’ and strangers’ alike), playing ball with his buds, and pounding back puppacinos.

Good boy

Blue makes friends wherever he goes, but he’s also wary of people who give off the wrong vibe. With that in mind, he picked Week 2 based on the mascots he would most likely befriend and want to snuggle with. In general, the softer the mascot, the better.

Humans with facial hair and birds tend to be non-starters for Blue. Unfortunately for him, there are several human-vs-human and bird-vs-bird matchups this week. In those instances, he made judgment calls based on who was more likely to feed him cheese (Packers over Vikings), who was more likely to keep him on dry land (Chiefs over Raiders … he hates water), and the bird of prey that was least likely to snatch up his wee body in its talons (Falcons over Eagles).

Cardinals-Ravens was perhaps the toughest call of the week, but Blue was once a stray, and so he’s siding with the Ravens’ scavenger instincts (he maybe caught a peek at both teams’ Week 1 results, too).

Week 2 picks

Here are all the predictions for the second week of the season, with the caveat that they’re not locked in just yet. Each expert has a chance to change a pick by Friday, just in case an injury or something else swings their opinion. The guest picker from the NFL blogs this week is Brandon Lee Gowton, the manager at our Eagles site, Bleeding Green Nation.

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"We need to get you some water," Izzy realized it once she saw him panting, gently setting down his paw after looking it over for him. "As soon as the food is brought to us, I'll tell them to get us a salad bowl and some water for you." She promised, still wondering how it was that he had gotten to where she was on the sidewalk. It wasn't generally safe for wolves in the city, but with her he would be treated like an absolute prince.

"Hey," Izzy turned her attention back to him. "Would it bother you to wear this for a bit?" She reached back and moved her hair, undoing her spiked dog-collar style choker. "We don't want people thinking that you're a stray or something, and I can adjust it for you. What do you say?" She asked, holding it out so he could sniff it. The spikes were for show and their tips were rounded so it wasn't going to harm him.

Any muse; A whiney wolf pup walks up to the person. Looking lost and scared. Black fur, that was wet and muddy. Sad gold eyes. Looking like a dog that had been kicked. A stranger did. Nate was whimpering with his tail between his legs. Cold and shaking. Clearly nervous. Yelping to get the person's attention.

"Hm?" Izzy looks up from her phone, then looks down. "Oh, you poor baby!" She immediately picks up the small wolf pup up and checks him over to see if he is hurt. "Are you okay?" She asked in a hushed tone, lightly kissing his head and holding him in her arms like a baby. Looking around, Izzy starts to walk with the tiny wolf, her phone shoved in her back pocket and forgotten entirely.

"You must be hungry, hm? Do you want me to get you something to eat?" Izzy pet his head and scratched behind his ears, meanwhile looking around to see if she can figure out where he came from.

#chaoticlycantm #{ muse: Izzy }#{ She is definitely going to treat him and get him all kinds of things to play with }#{ She is already determined to make him a happy little wolf bebe ❤ }

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kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995 · 8 years ago

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A Dauntless Warrior And His Amity Weakness Part 2

Eric’s POV It had been a couple of days since I drove Isabelle home and I find myself in conflict about what people would think about me and Isabella together so as I pace the floor running my hands through my hair I hear my dog Emmanuel a large Rottweiler scratching at the front door. So I get his leash and check the time on my watch and notice that it’s about time for Izzy to go to her second job as a bartender at the only club here In Dauntless. Yes I looked through her file I couldn’t get her out of my head so I made the decision as I clip Emmanuels’ leash onto him I’m going to go to her apartment and take her to work I also found out she was from Amity that’s where her middle name Rayne came from. I also notice that while she has curves she has an athletic frame because she does exercise but has her genetics gave her a solid frame and I couldn’t help but love that quality about her. As Emmanuel and I walk to her apartment which was in the other buildings Max had built around the compound because our faction has multiplied throughout the years I remember reading that Izzy is in the lowest ranking because of her fears. She was surprisingly great at fighting I still smirk when I think about how she took down a guy who was ranked third and who was twice her size when she punched him in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him then jumped onto his neck and pounded his face in. So she has a fire in her that intrigues me, I am pulled from my thoughts when I see Emmanuel growling at her cat. I tell him to stop and to be nice or else, we get to her door and I can hear her singing along with a song from before the war called “Get Some” by Lykke Li, I chuckle and look down at Emmanuel and I scratch him behind his ears. I knock and she answers with Luna behind her breathing heavily and I can tell she had been dancing she looks flushed and I can’t help but look over her body and wonder what her soft curves would feel like pressed against my body. She finally invites me in and hands me a beer as soon as I sit down and gives a bowl of water to Emmanuel. I’m not surprised she did this because she seems tough but sweet. She turns the music to another song “Get Low” by James Vincent Mcmorrow then asks “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I clear my throat and take a sip and say “I was actually seeing if I could walk you to work” a small shy smile graces her lips and then she whispers “Ok” She leaves to get ready for work when Luna jumps onto my lap. I found myself falling in love with this cat and I can’t help but ask Isabella "How did you come to own Luna?” she responds with “Someone had left her on the side of the road and there were people kicking her so I beat them to a pulp and then took her in” I smile thinking how she’s willing to beat people up for a cat but looking at her I can see why. She asks me “What’s your dog’s name and how did you find him or her?” I respond with “His name in Emmanuel and I was patrolling for Factionless when I also came across some of my patrol team teasing him with food.” She walks out and finally says she’s ready so I get Emmanuels’ leash and she kisses Luna on the head and we walk out the door. All I can think is “She can’t be this beautiful and caring even though she is.” I can’t help but want to see her more so I ask if I can watch Luna for her the nights she’s not working and she is taken aback at first but then she says “Sure if it’s what you really want to do” and I smirk and nod my head.

#jai courtney #eric divergent #love #animals #imagine

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dreamsanddreams88 · 4 years ago

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Dream dump

Super messed up dream where alex cheated with my mom!!! She was gone for a trip and came back and admitted it to me like it was an accident. My dad didnt care. Also alex had just become my step brother or step cousin cuz his dad got married to like my aunt? Anyway I worked with jenn and izzy and they knew. I ate a bag if chex mix and yelled at them.

Matt n anne had reception or wedding, family was super rude af so he told me to make thank you notes only for specific people. Then I was in Little witch academia, brooms were malfunctioning because they were made by Elon Musk. We left his mansion and flew around under these power poles that were arcing and letting off electricity. I was in the forest and ran down this steep hill with dead and falling trees in the night. I ran to the work lockup and homeless guys started appearing and following me, flew away on my broom.

Was staying at this haunted old mansion. My mom might have used to live there? I was in a room with 3 fireplaces going, tried to put them out. Then in bathroom when a door to the laundry kept opening by itself, very creepy. Then I was there with a whole class, everyone had submitted a drawing of a bio of themselves but no one told me cuz hadn't worked with a group. One girl there I was really jealous of, she was like Linnea and Tedi combined. Her drawing was of her with a black person saying stuff about equality, but her bio also said she was a cheerleader so I was like, that's how shes so good at being social

Dreamed I had been moved into a group home cuz of mental health, but then got into some school or university with some elite girl dorm or sorority? Idk I went from one group in a nice house to a really big group in dorm style room with bunk beds. Girls were all really cool, Kaitlyn corkery was there and didnt remember me. Thought she was gonna be stuck up but she wanted to hang out. Went to some event or meal, lots of people drunk, maybe it was winter with ice skating? Brought Alex's skateboard. Courtney anderson got kicked out of our group, tried to be soothing but she was reading one of my cover letters and crying that she didnt have the experience.

Dreamed I was still dating elliot but wanted to dump him for alex, but I was also flirting/making out w Nina who was also Jennifer Lawrence at the same time? I felt really shitty and hadn't spoken to eliot for days and days, also Sirius black was his godfather and had just died. Went to the Porters house which was this big historic place everyone hung out. Then was looking for bats and a camping spot with work crew. Wanted to drive to moquoketa caves but it was late at night. Texted olivia hottle about her being pregnant all the time? Also Lauren showed up and was trying to show me something or be a nice sister to me

I was in a book store looking at the manga and comics and there was huge section on aadams family, apparently started in 20s by same guy as Opus? First book had goth lady dating a cute penguin, named Alice Walker. Movie made about it, she was Greek orthodox and family was mad she was wearing socks instead of hose, then woke up

Tourmaline came over, she forgot my name. Had asked someone 2 sing her a lullaby on FB and I almost did but then mad she forgot my name. She went by They also, forgot when introducing her to parents. She started making hot dogs in our kitchen, burnt them in oven. Smthn bout Davin being my step grandpa somehow? Then at this family reunion, big neighbors house was a muppet face that talked. King bumi was there testing our bending, I was the avatar but didnt know firebending yet, dodged him with water and air. He threw rocks and kids tried to find them, I knew he was gonna hang onto one. Let a little toddler have it instead and win his contest. Then back in high school at lunch, everyone outside. Couldn't find friends, saw Nate and elliot doing hackey sack but didnt want to be around them. Went looking for allison Richmond?

Rly scary, ppl were in black mirror-esque simulation where I kept dying but could come back to choose different choice and keep going. Mine was at reunion party with Ellen, not eating weird toadstool. Alex was in a mansion party, people there drank this mix of sodas that turned them into fast zombies, his doc warned him to hide but they found him in a few different places. In one, he found vaccine to it and put a boy to sleep, I thought syringe was poison and he was gonna shoot him but it was a vaccine and alex and bay kept running thru the house to hide. I got caught by little kid with bloody eyes, tried to stab him but he didnt care. Cello music happening, slow motion. Also smthn bout trying to find a different desktop pic cuz mine had Mike in it even tho alex didnt know that was him, all my other pics were old ones with me and elliot in high school and my hair was short and flipped out at the bottom, looked really bad. Then zombie dream continued after waking up n sleeping again, I was young teen with bunch of others and my parents, stormy night, we were travelling to that mansion and I was trying to warn everyone to hide cuz no one knew about the zombies. Then was on weird spiderman themed waterpark ride, somebody in costume yanked my hair as I was going down slide, got really mad but couldn't find them afterwards because everyone was in spiderman costumes

Dreamed I was camping 4 work again on the steep trail at elwha dam. There was a deep cave I didnt go into. We were leaving and I had all this laundry to do. Then went to alex's mom or dad house, brad was there and also elliot. He kept telling me I had to sleep with him because we were still dating, but I knew he had gotten married cuz jenna went to the wedding and took pics. Also something with Charlotte and her friend, they were leaving school for the summer and stole sheet music cuz they both played violin, and no one was allowed to keep the music? I was jealous that she played violin

Dreamed all these women who were friends got really fucked up on drugs and jumped off a balcony at a church and died. The last one looked kinda like america ferrera and she stopped and saw them below her and froze up until someone rescued her. Really sad, I was one of the friends I guess. We were on a trip together and like 3 of us lived, it was just a 3 day weekend trip. Was avoiding talking about them, went swimming naked in this creek in a forest but some guys and their kids showed up so I had to sneak out. Everyone reminiscing about women who died, one was that actress the mom from EASY A. She always told jokes about her super grip strength, was really funny. America ferrera was friends with this woman who was huge like andre the giant, her head was ENORMOUS. Then was being driven home by this lady on a weird car/train hybrid, we were careening along this track like flying in the air at times. Stopped in the forest, then the vehicle became more like an excavator

Was in van outside mall, got held up by Lora and her sister and mom, they had guns and ordered everyone out. I had a gun hidden and I headshot both sisters and tell their mom to put her weapon down. Then standing in circle with lotr cast, we had just ended filming? Was holding pinkies with sean astin and viggo, both being very flirty. Then was camping with alex n his family, we all had our own cars. Me n him left to go bone somewhere private, run into a wild boar and her babies. I climb up onto a random bookshelf, but she climbs using her mouth. I flatten her under a huge book and I have a knife but cuts do no damage. I knock her off the shelf but then alex is still on the ground, then I woke up

Was working as a reporter for Rebecca from NOSC but it was at a college. Kept reminding everyone that women dont make as much money, was gonna research n report about it with all the women at the school. Trying to play computer game and Rebecca got mad I didnt have enough work, said I was gonna report about rush Limbaugh and how some whole govt branch he was in was rigged and set people up to fail, rebecca got really excited but I was worried cuz I didnt know amything about politics

On lake w my mom, she could sing like Elsa n it was echoing on the water. Then funeral procession went across with floating coffin n bowling alley stuff, lady who owned bowling alley had died. I started crying pretty hard even tho I didnt know her. Smthn bout going back to ecos, or I had volunteered there for a season. Then was being chased down by people cuz they wanted to execute me and another person. Daniel had heard of the zodiac killer when he was a kid

Dreamed olivia hill betrayed me. Her family worked for a bridal photo company n I was in this big room looked kinda like church, she had acted all nice to me and then did something horrible, idr what, and gleefully gave this evil speech about how she fooled me and actually hated my guts. I might have punched her? I did tell her I always hated her shitty mom, and that's why she probably betrayed me. Also smthn about working for the tribe again with kenzie and allyce doing swamp science

Me n alex trying to move to iowa, thinkin bout what friends I have left in either place. Smthn before that too idr

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iguessillhavethesalmon-blog · 8 years ago

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Day 24-28

2/2-/2/6

Sorry y’all, I’m back. It was such an amazing weekend, and busy Monday, that I couldn’t find the time to blog. So here are 5 days in one post. Tomorrow I will be back to the routine daily blogs.

Thursday: holy shit was it intense. Had class at 9 (our first one at the Howard Fine Studio) which isn’t bad on the surface. But the LA traffic sucks my ass we had to get up early as hell to leave. Class itself was awesome. It’s my group (15 of us) and about 10-12 outside students who all seem really great. It was apparent as hell in his first class that Howard Fine is an awesome teacher. He commands us to be fully present. This goes beyond just focusing on who’s talking, it goes to the point of no fidgeting, which for me is extremely hard. But we’re working on it. After that class, I headed back home where I cleaned the shit out of my apartment for Izzy’s arrival. I was also cooking her dinner that night, so I had to marinate the shit out of some chicken thighs. We had another class from 6-9 (she arrived at 7:30). Luckily I didn’t do my scene that day because I couldn’t focus I was so excited. Izzy and I have been apart longer than we had been, I did study abroad in Italy for two months this past summer, but we always had a semester to look forward too. Not knowing the exact time I’ll see Izzy next after this visit, gave me a feeling I don’t think I could properly put into words. So obviously class ran 25 minutes over (no serious complaints we have a great teacher) but this obviously would happen. When I opened the door I felt like a Jew on the 8th night of Hanukkah. Y’know when you think you’re just getting a bag of gelt but you get a Ferrari. It’s never happened to me, but I imagine that be an unreal feeling like seeing Izzy answer my door was. Thursday night we just ate dinner and chilled, enjoying each others company.

Friday: we woke up early as hell to watch the sunrise atop the mountain. Problems? It was pouring rain. Izzy being the adventurer she is, was more than game to hike in the rain. We had a great time, and the mountain was beautiful in the rain. We then hiked down the Hollywood side. Izzy was so happy to see the sign up close in personal, which really made my day. After what turned out to be a 2.5 hour trek, we were soaked. We took a Lyft to The Griddle Café. We got two seats at the bar and pigged the hell out. It was awesome. After brunch we went home to nap. After the nap we went with my class to see a taping of the TV show Mom. It was hilarious. I was so glad Izzy got to see a live taping, not to mention it was an amazing learning experience. They would randomly call up audience members in between. Naturally I was somehow called up, where I pretended to be an old classmate from Alabama who was an expert in bird noises. To elaborate, I talked in a thick southern accent, and made sensual chicken noises while staring down an innocent Asian fellow in the third row. After the taping we went home and passed out we were wiped.

Saturday: Izzy loves rides and amusement parks, so for her birthday I took her to Universal Studios in Hollywood. We got there at 9 am and stayed until 7 pm. Harry potter world was awesome and almost too real. Butter beer is the best thing I’ve ever drank not even close. Izzy and I hit every tour/show/ride. Some highlights: the studio lot tour was awesome. We learned so many behind the scenes facts about the studio, I loved it. To get from the upper lot to the lower lot at universal you take like 5 escalators. So to entertain Izzy, and admittedly myself, every time we passed a man with his hand on the rail going in the opposite direction, I would gently caress it. People were freaked out, but Isabel was dying of laughter so I was happy. One of the last rides we went on was the Jurassic Park ride. As we boarded the front row of the car, the two kids next to us hopped on in ponchos. This apparently was a water ride. We got completely soaked but it was awesome. After universal we went to Pink’s hot dogs with my roommates, and then to West Hollywood to experience a bar scene.

Sunday: Sunday was the best day. We went to an unreal brunch at Another Broken Egg. Then we prepped for the mini Super Bowl party we were throwing. Easy and I made pigs in a blanket where we wrapped the dogs in the blanket ourselves. The game started off a disaster, but oh don’t we always prevail. At the small party we had members of my program, Izzy, my sister Blake and friend, and this one guy who was yelling and rooting for the Falcons at the top of his lungs. I doubt this overzealous fan could name 5 guys on the team, but he was laughing at the top of his lungs in my house every time the Falcons scored. Well guess who had the last laugh bitch. He left in the third quarter because it was “over” and then the game just begun. Super Bowl champs, yes Sunday was amazing. After the victory Izzy and I went to Griffith observatory to see the layout of LA, and then to a great dinner.

Monday: Monday was a full day of class. Said goodbye to Isabel in the morning, which was very sad. It was great knowing that the weekend was perfect. Nothing really happened on Monday, as I just went to morning class and evening class. In the afternoon I did all the work I was behind on. So those were my days, back to normal tomorrow. Stay sort of classy.

#visitation

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