#my dad is coming over in an hour to put up a piece of board to cover the hole as a temporary solution

[elenadoeslife]

Welcome to the neighbourhood ❤

[luveline]

I know you’re asking for Spencer fics… While I adore single dad!Spencer… How about some single mom!reader and Spencer? 💕

You and your daughter work your way into Spencer’s life one chess game at a time. fem, 1.3k

It all starts with, “Hello.” 

Spencer looks up, and he finds any word he could’ve said dead on his tongue. You smile at him oddly gentle, and he assumes he’s got something on his face your afraid to point out.

“Hi,” you say, unperturbed by his lack of response. You keep your head ducked but seem friendly enough as you lick your lips. “I don’t know if you’re busy, but I was wondering if you’d play chess with my daughter. You don’t have to say yes, but she’s really polite and she won’t cheat, and she really wants to say hi.” 

Spencer looks behind you, where your daughter stands a ways away pretending not to watch. She could only be three of your years old —if she can play chess, she’s a prodigy. She has on stripy tights and a dress, a vinyl coat open over the top, her hands wringing together. 

“Okay,” Spencer says. 

Your smile is even nicer, then. Relief and thankfulness aimed fully at him. “Thank you.” 

You meander back to your daughter and bend down to whisper instructions too quiet for Spencer to hear. Shy, your daughter shimmies forward, then walks proper steps when you encourage her with your hand behind her shoulder. “It’s okay,” you whisper, “let’s say hi.” 

The chess boards are built into the tables at the park. Spencer sits on one stone stool, and your daughter makes herself comfortable on the opposite one. You kneel beside her without worry, knees on the dirty floor. 

“Hi,” your daughter says. She has a high voice, reedy, like she needs a drink. 

You rub her arm. 

“Hello,” Spencer says. “Have you played before?” 

“Me and mom play.” 

“So you know the rules?” 

“Some,” she says. 

Spencer’s only human. He does think about the horror of being trapped opposite of a toddler for the next half an hour bumbling through the steps, but it’s not as though he has other things to do, and, really, he loves people. He’s scared of talking, that’s all. 

“We play a lot on my phone, where it tells her what moves she can and can’t do,” you say. “But it’s okay. I have practice, I can be the phone.” 

Your daughter laughs like this is the funniest thing on the planet. “You don’t look like a phone,” she says. 

“That’s nice of you, but that’s ‘cos you’ve never seen my wires.” 

She laughs again. 

“I know all the rules, too, don’t worry,” Spencer says. “Are those your pieces? Or we can play with mine?” 

“Sofie has her pieces, it’s okay, we don’t wanna lose yours.” 

You let your backpack slip down your back and unveil a chess board box with sellotaped corners. The sleeve inside is unhurt, and you put it in the middle of the table. Spencer takes initiative and grabs the purple ones. You and Sofie arrange the pink ones in a mirror. 

Sofie is surprisingly good at chess, considering her age. Sometimes Spencer ends up playing against you, your advice murmured in her ear, and every time you smile at him he feels a little nauseous.  

He lets her win, of course. The first few times, at least. Over weeks, you and Sofia occasionally see him in the park playing chess, some days in the middle of a game with someone else, other times alone. Sofie comes up to him increasingly confident to ask for the next game, and Spencer realises he’s somehow made two friends. 

“Spencer!” Sofie shouts, tumbling over the grass bank to stop on the end of the retaining wall bordering the chess tables. You’re just behind her, looking tired. 

“Sofie, hi!” 

Sofie jumps down off of the wall before either of you can stop her. “Spencer, where have you been?” She rockets toward him. He stands, worried she’ll fall flat on her face, but she continues to race toward him until she’s throwing her arms around his legs. “I missed you.” 

“Well, I missed you too,” he says, surprised. He gives her back a tentative pat. “I’ve been learning new techniques.” 

“But where did you go?” she asks. 

“I went to Alaska. It was super cold.”

“Hi, Spencer,” you greet, flushed as you plop down on the stone seat opposite him. 

Believe it or not (easily believable), Spencer didn’t ask you your name the first time you met. Or the second. On the third occasion you met, you actually apologised with too much sincerity and said, “I’m so sorry, I never asked what your name was. I can’t believe it. I’m Y/N.” 

So now you’re introduced, and Spencer has a raging crush on you. 

Spencer grins as Sofie sits on his seat, shuffling over so they can sit together. “What, you’re on my team today?” he asks her excitedly. 

“Yes!” She pats the chess board. “Mom, my pieces.” 

“It’s okay, we can use mine.” Spencer’s are already out on the table. He’d been hoping to see you both. 

“I won’t lose them,” Sofie promises. 

“I might. Where have you been, Spencer? Sof made us come here four times last week, we had to play chess with Melinda.” 

“I was working,” he says. “We’re always going somewhere far away, I didn’t realise we’d be there for so long.” 

“‘Cos he’s a special agent,” you whisper to Sofie. 

She puts a finger over her lips, “Mom, don’t so loud!” 

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” You nudge a King back onto his square. “Did I blow your cover?” you ask, your voice a rolling murmur.

Spencer holds Sofie’s back reactively as she wiggles on the seat. He has an answer. He should play along —he’s been reading up on how to flirt like he’s not a lonely weirdo and that’s with confidence and running jokes, but the way you’re looking at him stops him in his tracks. 

No one ever mentions the panic of a shared smile. 

“What happens if people find out?” Sofie asks worriedly. 

“Nothing happens, Sofie, I’m the boring kind of special agent where nothing I do is a secret.” He winces at her crestfallen expression. “I’m sorry. Maybe we can have a secret mission together? Me, you, and mom?” 

“Really?” you ask, surprised. 

Spencer nods enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah! Yeah, of course.” 

“Like… dinner?” 

Spencer bites the tip of his tongue, to an immediate sting. It’s not the first time in his life a conversation he’s in has occurred without him: you’re shared smile was you flirting first. His reciprocation, while not intended, has served as flirtation. 

He didn’t mean to do it, but he doesn’t care, he won’t mess it up, “If you want to?” He clears his throat, his voice returning to a more acceptable tenor. “We could go for dinner… tonight.” 

“Tonight?” 

“Not tonight. Not… unless you want to?” 

“We didn’t have dinner yet,” Sofie says helpfully. 

Your gaze falls to the chess board. “I don’t think I’m dressed for dinner. I had such a long shift.” You’re shrugging, minimising yourself. 

Spencer moves his and Sofie’s first pawn. “You always look beautiful.” 

He cannot look at you after he says it, but he doesn’t need to. 

“Mom, you're doing that smile like when Mr. Mailman brings our letters.” 

“Thank, Sofie,” you say. 

Spencer sneaks a glance at your smile. It’s decidedly shy, and if he were to touch your cheek, he guesses he’d find your skin warming. “What does he do when he brings the letters?” Spencer asks. 

You pin him with wide eyes. 

“He says she’s pretty with a big ‘p’,” Sofie whispers. 

“She is pretty,” Spencer whispers back. 

You move a chess piece with a breathless laugh. “Okay, then let’s get dinner after I wipe the floor with you both.” 

Spencer decides now is the appropriate time to reveal that he is very good at chess. He and Sofie win in ten moves. 

[the-avengers-not-the-nazis]

Bad moon rising II

Summary: After a nasty divorce, you and your family are forced to live with your Grandpa in the lovely notorious Santa Carla, California. Filled with punks, geeks, surfer nazis and apparently all kinds of creatures of the night.

Word count: 2.9k

Poly!lost boys x Emerson!reader

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A/n: I am gonna be 100% honest with all of yall, I have cried, yelled at myself, and threaten to throw my phone across the room. Because I had no idea how to get the reader and the boys to meet. So, this honestly will probably suck, but I have tried my hardest. Spent too many hours deleting and rewriting for this to be bad. So please enjoy if can

The board walk was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It was packed full of bustling people, everyone wanting to go through all the rides, shops and games that they had on display. 

Lights came from all around, aluminating your way through the crowd as you tried to decide what to do first on the boardwalk. Screams and laughter sounded from the rollar coaster ride, the bumps and spins tempted you, but you knew that you’d need to ease your way into everything. 

This would be the moment when you’d wish that Sam or Micheal had come with you, they would try to do everything at once. But, unfortunately, right as you three had arrived; the boys had caught wind of a concert, ditching you to go watch Timmy Cappello perform. 

Treacherous dicks. You called them, wishing that at least one of them would have stuck with you as you ventured where you’d be spending the remainder of your summer. 

You wiped your palms against the fabric of your shorts, the heat of the night air causing a faint sheen of sweat to coat your body. After you’d finished unpacking all the necessities from the car, you’d taken a quick shower and changed for a night out on the board walk.

And thankfully so, the gentle breeze against your bare legs cooled you down enough for you to actually enjoy the night out. 

Chimming bells suddenly grasped your attention, facing the noise, you saw a small shop that was isolated from the others. One of the stores windows was cracked, a piece of cardboard covered the inside to prevent the glass from falling out. 

It was a music shop. 

You remembered when your dad would take you as a kid, letting you pick out cassette tapes, and vinyl records for your room. The old record player would run all day from how many times you would listen to Elvis, Buck Owen’s, and The mamás & the papas. 

It was such a shame that you had to sell the record player and half of your vinyl collection to help out after the divorce. With such little money, you had to make sacrifices for your family. No matter how much you regretted it afterwards.

You glanced up at the sign above the door, a wooden guitar with the words Soundscape etched into the body, swayed against the gentle breeze.  A young couple walked out of the store, hand in hand, a paper bag with their purchase held tightly as they ambled away. 

Reaching into your pocket, you felt around for your wallet. The small leather bound material felt weighted as you pulled it out, the sudden urge to spend your money caused you to open the door of the shop. 

The bell rang above you, and a quick greeting sounded from the cashier. You politely greeted him back before wandering throughout the store. 

It was decently clean, a few stray cd’s littered the ground and a couple display posters were a bit too crooked. But, overall, it was perfect for you. 

You trailed your fingers over a couple of vinyls, picking up a few before putting them back in place. Not really looking for anything specific at the moment, you just tried to find something that would catch your eye. 

Stopping infront of the cassette tapes, you let yourself go through each row, the soft clicking as the cassettes bumped against each other drifted up towards your ears. That and the sound of Jeff Lynne’s voice singing Don’t bring me down, was the only noise that filtered throughout the store. 

Your finger graced an Elvis cassette, the image of him and his infamous guitar sat in the clear case. Picking up the tape, you flipped it over reading the listed songs that went with each side. It had a couple good ones; like Blue Suede Shoes, All Shook Up, Return To Sender, Burning Love and of course some others. 

It was his top greatest hits from each album. 

You tapped the plastic against your palm, debating if you should spend the money just to add to your Elvis collection. You actually had a lot of collections that you needed to complete, but, with this specific artist you only had small handful left to find. 

Kinda like Sam’s Batman comics that he’s been trying to find at every book store that you’d passed on the way down here. 

The bell suddenly rang once more, dragging your attention away from the shelf infront of you. A group of men walked in, each leather clad and mullet wearing. The smell of smoke drifted off of them, wafting through the store. It made you scrunch your nose in disgust. 

“Welcome to the SoundScape,” The Cashier told them, the rehearsed words falling easily out of his mouth. “If you need any help, please let me know.”

None of the guys acknowledged the worker, or, they did though they just didn’t pay him any mind. You watched as they each dispersed from one another, going to different displays around the store. Picking up random items before putting them back where they originally were. 

One of the guys walked down the same row you were on, his eyes trailing over the selection of cassettes. You returned your gaze back to your own tape, not wanting to be caught staring at the guy like a creep. 

Eyeing the rack infront of you, wondering if you should buy the Elvis tape or possibly another. If you’d had enough money on you. You kept your eye on a Boney M. cassette, the item practically calling your name. You reached forward fingers less than an inch away from the plastic when a sudden commotion caused you to freeze. 

BAM!

Your head instantly shot up, the sudden noise disturbing the once peaceful silence. It came from a guy in the leathered group, the small one with curly hair, he stood over a fallen display of cd’s. His hands held up in the air, a small smug grin tugging on his lips as he turned to the stores worker. 

“I’m sorry, man.” He told him, his apologie laced with sarcasm. “It just started falling.”

The cashier let out a deep sigh, his smile turning from genuine to forced as he eyed the scattered items. “It’s alright, accidents happen.”

You watched as the curly guy bent down and picked up the stand, purposely hitting the one right beside it as he did so. He let out another fake apology before the worker shooed him away, picking up everything himself before curly messed up the entire store. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the movement of the blond beside you shove something in his pocket. You turned you head slightly, to get a better view, and you watched as he took another cassette from the shelf and put it on the inside of his jacket. 

You glanced between him and the other three guys that he came in with, noticing that with the worker busy they were taking items off of their display and stuffing them deep into their clothes. Hell, the curly guy was trying to fit a whole vinyl record in the front of his shirt. A very prominent square outlined for everyone to see. 

It was a diversion, knocking over enough stuff for the counter guy to get pissed and pick everything up himself. It was clever, but still wrong. 

With your attention kept on the tapes infront of you, you opened your mouth. Voice low enough so that only the blonde next to you could hear. “You shouldn’t do that.”

The man glanced up at you, not at all ashamed of what he was doing. “What’s that?”

“You shouldn’t steal.”

He let out a quiet laugh, leaning his upper body against the shelf. “Oh, really?” He asked, voice drawing out into a tease. “Wanna tell me why I shouldn’t, babe?”

You gestured to the store around you, eyes meeting his. “Because, its wrong. And, just because you and your friends can’t see that, doesn’t mean that it’s right.”

“Well, me and my friends seem to think it pretty damn fun.” He told you, pushing off the shelf as he took a few small steps towards you. “So, your reasoning is pretty much useless in this case.”

The guy stood a mere foot away from you, his eyes trailing across your face. His smile growing ever so slightly as he took you in. “So, watcha gonna do about it?” He asked, voice soft and teasing as he held a tape infront of you. 

“Put it back.”

“Why? There is no fun in doing the right thing.” He waved the item in your face. “Is there, babe?”

You snatched the cassette from his grasp, eyes not once leaving his as you placed it randomly on the shelf. “Put ‘em all back.” You scolded, voice rising ever so slightly. “It’s shitty and disrespectful for the ones that try to make a living working in places like this.”

He glanced over the top rack, eyeing the worker with disinterest. “Yeah, but, it’s also disrespectful to have to work at a place like this.” He turned back to you. “So, if he gets fired then he’ll come and thank us.”

You opened your mouth to retaliate, wanting to tell him how much his point didn’t make since. When you notice how quiet the store had gotten, the music coming from the speakers and the worker picking up the cds were the only thing. Glancing around you couldn’t see the guys friends, all of them gone from where they originally were. 

“Yeah, Paul, put it back.” A voiced suddenly called from beside you, arm slinging itself across your shoulder. 

Peering beside you, you saw the curly haired guy, his eyes dancing between both you and Paul. You didn’t even hear him come up behind you, in fact you didn’t even know that he had moved from where he was across the store. 

You pushed off his arm, the feeling of his body pressed up against your own made your face heat up. Looking back at Paul, you noticed how his body seemed to get more ecstatic, smile forming into a friendly tease. “Oh, yeah? Why don’t you put up that vinyl of yours.” He tapped against the cardboard beneath the fabric. 

Curly swatted his hand away, pulling the vinyl from beneath his shirt and dropping it on the floor. You eyed the disc on the ground, annoyance seeping into your chest at the disregard of store. 

“Pick it up.” You told the smaller one, side stepping away from them both to give yourself some room. 

He tsked, eyes roaming your body up and down. “Well, aren’t you a bossy one.”

“I wouldn’t be bossy if you’d stop fucking-“

“Watch your mouth.” A different voice spoke up, stopping you from finishing your sentence. You glanced over at the voice, taking in his long overcoat and bleach blonde hair. “It’s not nice to treat strangers that way.”

You furrowed you eyebrows, “If your saying I’m being rude, than that’s really the last thing I care about right now.”

A few small snickers came from around you, causing you to look around at each men that surrounded you. The two blondes stood the closest to you, giving you just a foot of breathing room. Then there were the the bleach blonde and brunette. They stood the furthest from you, but their stares alone were enough to make you feel like they were everywhere at once. 

Your body felt like it was on fire underneath their gazes, that and your dignity slowly burning away as realized how much of a fool you must look like right now.  You quickly crouched down, picking up the vinyl and gently setting it on the shelf. Not really caring that it’s not where it belongs right now. 

Someone cleared their throat. You and the guys turned your attention towards the worker, who stood behind the counter with a wet rag. “We’re closing.” He told them, nodding toward the door with little patience. “If your gonna buy something, now is the time.”

You gave him a quick ‘ok’, forced smile gracing your features as you turned to face the men. You eyed them wearyingly, knowing that they could just easily walk out of here without doing at all what you’ve been asking. 

A soft chuckle came from the bleach blonde, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he placed a hand on Paul’s shoulder. “C’mon, Paul.” He said, turning to walk out of the store. “Put ‘em back, we got places to be.” 

You watched as he pulled out a cd, the front of the case covered in a band called Scorpion. He set it down on the shelf, his eyes not once leaving your own. “We’ll see you around.” He muttered, voice low and mesmerizing to hear as he spoke.

It was almost like a fly getting caught in honey. Alluring and sticky, but, it’s just a trap for the prey. 

You didn’t acknowledge his words, instead you just watched as he walked out, the others slowly trailing after him. The brunette hadn’t muttered a single word since entering the store, and apparently didn’t feel the need to as he stepped outside. 

Curly slowly wandered towards the door, turning swiftly to wave his fingers at you before disappearing behind the glass. A simple ‘Have a nice night’ spilling from his lips as he did so. Paul then turned to walked out, his arm resting across your shoulder slide off. Hand coming up to pinch your nose. “Yeah, we’ll be seeing ya around.” He told you, voice indicating that it wasn’t a suggestion, but more of a promise. 

Swatting his hand away from your face, you watched as he chuckled, walking away as he went to join his friends. Leaving you all alone in the isle, with nothing but your Elvis tape and flustered face. 

Engines revved outside as you walked up to the cashier, the sound of the fading bikes meeting your ears as you tossed the cassette on the counter. The worker rang you up, placed your item in a paper bag and thanked you for your purchase. You quietly wished him good night, before turning on your heal and walking outside. 

You were quickly met with the warm night air, the loud noises coming from the boardwalk surrounded you once more. You held on tightly to the paper bag, the cassette softly rattling inside as you quickly walked away from the Soundscape. 

You were still flustered from your interaction with the four boys. The feeling of their bodies pressed up against your own made the night heat all the more unbearable. What if I would have just left them alone? You thought, swerving through a group of people that waited patiently for the carousel. 

They still would have taken from the shop, and that guy would’ve probably lost his job from all the items missing. But, you wouldn’t have lost some of your dignity whilst doing so. 

A sigh left your lips, unoccupied hand going into your jacket pocket. Though instead of the feeling of the scratchy fabric, your fingers graced against a peice of cold plastic. You stopped walking, standing by your lonesome in the middle of the boardwalk as you pulled out whatever rested in your pocket. 

It was a Scorpion cd. The same one that you saw the bleach blonde pull from his coat. You hadn’t even felt him slip the item in your pocket, was it when you were getting on to him or when he was leaving? Was he even the one that slipped it in?

Stupid prick, you thought. Stuffing the disk into the paper bag with your Elvis one, there was no sense in returning it now. The shop was already closing up and how would you even explain that to the poor worker. 

You shook your head, the events of the night tiring you out. 

From a distance you could see both Sam and Micheal standing in the middle of the boardwalk, their attention caught on a girl and little boy. You made your way over to your brothers, the paper bag swaying in your hand as your feet picked up. 

Sam greeted you when you came near, his long over coat brushing against his shoes. “He’s been following her since the concert.” He told you, gesturing with his hand towards the pretty girl. 

“Mmh, hey, peeping Tom.” You tugged on Micheal sleeve, trying to pull him away. “I’m ready to go home.”

He didn’t acknowledge you, his eyes staring longingly at the back of the girls head. You pulled once more at his arm, barely getting him to move when the sudden loud noise of multiple vehicles rushed on the boardwalk. Glancing towards the disturbance, you watched as four familiar bodies stopped infront of the girl and boy. 

They each revved their engines, purposely scaring away anyone that too close. You watched as the little boy made his way over to one of the motorcycles, the brunette pulling him up to sit behind him. 

The girl placed her arm across the bleach blondes chest, hosting herself onto the back of the motorcycle. “C’mon, man, she played you.” Sam told his brother, pulling him away from his rooted spot on the deck. You stayed put for a second, slowly trailing after your brothers as the engines of the bikes faded from earshot. 

Your mind going to when exactly you’d be seeing them again. 

A/a/n: Like I said, this took so long to figure out how exactly the reader and the boys would meet each other. So, I honestly would understand if y'all don’t like this, but, trust me the other chapters are going to be a whole lot better.

[starryriize]

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: bf!wonbin and gf!reader

೫ summary: you and wonbin spend the entire night making pizzas

೫ genre/word count: really fluffy and cute! 761 words!

೫ author’s notes: stop i love this sm 😭 this is peak love to me fr :(( making food esp pizza >>>> (why do i feel like i could’ve made this so much better fr)

The smell of rosemary and thyme mixed with the aroma of fresh dough filled the entire kitchen,  reminding you of your childhood in your grandma’s home. The idea of making pizza was your boyfriend’s, so he called your dad to ask for his iconic family recipe. He’d given Wonbin the list of ingredients, emphasizing over the phone that he could not forget the most important ingredient: love. “I once made pizza without love and it tasted terrible! So, don’t forget it!” Your dad’s enthusiastic voice echoed in Wonbin’s mind. Perfect for Valentine’s Day, he thought to himself. 

“Y/n! Could you get the flour too, please?” You poke your head out from the pantry, hands filled with various herbs, spices, and of course, tomato sauce. You laugh, putting the ingredients on the countertop. "Sure, love." Flashing a smile at you, he thanks you, carefully adding the flour in. He gestures for you to come next to him, holding his dough-covered hand out for you to grab. You giggle, taking his hand, eyes flicking upward at his face. Removing his hand from yours, he wraps both his arms around your waist, lightly lifting you to sit atop the counter. After placing you down, he goes back to the dough, kneading it lightly.

Turning to look at the dough, you notice the marinara sauce jar is open. So, impulsively, you reach down, dipping your finger in the sauce and wiping it on your lips. "Look honey, do you like my new lipstick?" You wiggle your eyebrows at him, excitedly pointing at your lips. Wonbin lets go of the dough ball, turning to look at you. Throwing his head back in laughter, he leans over, staring at you intently. His eyes flick from your eyes to your marinara sauce-covered lips, resisting the urge to kiss the sauce off of you.

"Yes. It's a pretty red on you." Wonbin softly whispers, leaning in and giving in to his urge to kiss you. It was a soft kiss, like something out of a movie scene. It was in this moment, as he pulled away, that he knew. You were his future. Smiling, he says, “I need to finish the pizza, love. The dough has to prove for an hour or so.” You feel the heat on your cheeks rising as a small smile grows on your face.

Atop the countertop, you had the opportunity to admire your boyfriend as he focused on slicing mozzarella cheese. Taking a small piece, you bring it up to his mouth. Knowing what you wanted, he opened his mouth, letting you feed him tiny pieces of the cheese on the cutting board. “Mmphm-,” he paused, chewing before continuing, “you do realize that I have to use these for the pizza, right love?” You giggle mischievously, flashing a threatening smirk at him. You knew you didn’t look threatening, not with the flour all over you and the residue of dough on your face and shirt.

“You’re not scary, y/n.” He rolls his eyes, pressing a soft kiss on the crown of your head before turning to the dough, carefully removing it from the proving bowl. It smelled amazing, just like how your dad told him. He must’ve made it with love, you think quietly to yourself.

Grabbing two rolling pins, he divides the dough into equal portions, handing you a portion to make into your own heart pizza. “Could you pass me some oil, please?” He nods, momentarily pausing, rolling out his pizza to pass you the oil. He watches in admiration and pure love as you spread oil on the pan itself as well as the bottom of the pizza dough. Taking your hands, you carefully shape the edges and creases, forming it into a medium sized heart.

“I love you.” He whispers out, surprised by how soft his voice sounded even though it was just the two of you in your shared apartment. You giggle, sighing softly, replying, “I love you more.” He smiles, continuing to make his dough look more heart shaped, quietly spreading the sauce and adding some shredded cheese. You put the mozzarella that you’d previously been feeding to your boyfriend, onto your own pizza.

Handing the pizza to your boyfriend, you can watch eagerly as he puts them both in the oven, asking for a 45 minute timer from Siri. The two of you shared more kisses and soft laughter that night as you enjoyed the pizzas you’d both made with love. Your dad was right. Pizza does taste better when it’s made with love.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Worst Fears Come Alive

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Warnings: angst, stalking, kidnapping, fluff at the end

Summary: After JJ is kidnapped, you and her team work endlessly to figure out what Mark wants and what his plans are. KNwoing he wants your company, you come up with a plan thatt might be crazy enough to work.

There's Beauty in Tragedy Masterlist

Square Filled: duct tape for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

He’s been sitting in front of JJ since he brought her back to his studio. Well, studio is a relative term. If studio means a boarded up old house that belonged to his dad, then sure, studio. This isn’t the first time he’s used this house for nefarious reasons and it’s not going to be the last. JJ isn’t the first woman he’s brought back here, and if everything goes his way, she won’t be the last.

JJ’s head rolls to the side and her eyes flutter open. She tries to move her arms and legs but realizes they’ve been tied down to the chair she’s sitting on. She doesn't have duct tape over her mouth because he wants to hear her pleas. He wants to hear her beg for him to release her. She looks around and panics but not as much as he’d like her to. Her eyes find him and she swallows thickly.

“You don’t know Y/N, do you?”

“I know her quite well. I just lied about how I knew her, that’s all.”

“What are you going to do with me?”

“If you’re lucky and things go my way, nothing.”

“What if things don’t go your way?”

He unsheathes a long blade from his jacket and JJ’s eyes widens in fear.

“Then they’ll have a hard time finding your body when I cut it up into pieces.”

It’s been two hours since JJ said she’d be at your work for the flowers and note. She always takes your safety seriously so you thought she’d be here within twenty minutes. With a shake of your head, you pick up the phone and call the BAU. Come on, JJ. Pick up the phone. Tell me you’re running late. It’s not JJ who picks up the phone, it’s Spencer.

“Hey, Spencer, it’s Y/N.”

“What’s up?”

“Is JJ there?”

“No, she left for your office.”

“She never got here.”

That makes Spencer a bit suspicious but he tries to think of a rational explanation.

“Maybe there was traffic.”

“For two hours? I think something happened to her. You know what? I’m coming down to you. I’ll be right there.”

You hang up and gather your things without the note and flowers. You’ll deal with that later once you know JJ is safe. When you get to the BAU, everyone is gathered in the briefing room. Spencer brought his concerns to everyone else and now they are trying to locate her. She’s not answering her phone and no one knows where she is.

“I would have asked my security team to look at where she might have went but I think you’re faster,” you say to Penelope.

“You’d be right.”

She hacks into the cameras outside of the BAU to track where JJ went. She tracks her all the way to your office building. Instead of going inside your office, a man stops her outside. You’re not sure what they’re talking about and the man is at an angle where you can’t see his face so you’re left to wonder who this is. JJ follows the man to the alleyway next to your office and out of view of the camera. Penelope frantically searches for another camera but there isn’t one pointing to the alleyway. You’ll have to hire someone to put one there now. Minutes later, a black van pulls out of the alleyway and you have a sinking feeling JJ is in there against her will.

“Can you see where the car went?” Derek asks.

“Let me see.” Penelope tries to follow the van, and she can for a few streets until it pulls onto a back road that doesn’t have any cameras. “I can’t follow him in there.”

Your heart starts racing. Your eyes water with tears. Your hands shake. Your entire body feels hot. Panic overcomes your senses. JJ was kidnapped. JJ is in danger.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You barely hear whoever said that but you do feel hands on your shoulders pushing you to sit in a chair. A hand flat on your back pushes you down so that your bent at the waist. Your head rests between your knees as you will your fears to go away.

“Okay, what do we know?”

“Can you play that video again?” you ask and sit up straight. You walk behind Penelope and watch the video again, this time paying attention to the man. When he pulls out of the alley, he looks right into the camera. “Stop it right there.” She does. “No fucking way. Sorry for my language.”

“What is it?” Derek asks.

“I know him. That’s Mark Temple. He was in my graduating class in business school.” You tell them the history you have with him. How he’s a manipulator, a thief, and a coward. “He’s been trying to buy out my company for a while now. I refuse to give him the light of day.”

“In most hostage situations, the person will likely demand what they want in exchange for who or what they’ve taken hostage--this case it being JJ,” Spencer explains.

“He wants my company. He wants my wealth, my fame, my designs, everything. I never thought he’d go this far. He was very good at manipulating with words so he never needed to resort to violence.”

Penelope works quickly to look up Mark in her system.

“Here we go. Mark Temple graduated from Harvard with a 4.2 GPA. After college, he bought Silver Linings for a million dollars from one of his classmates before running it to the ground when he couldn’t keep up with it. After that, he bought out Starship Interprises then Tech Mougles then Royalty Jewels. All of them he ended up running them to the ground before selling them and buying out the next.”

“He wans to do the same with mine,” you say bitterly.

“Wait a second. He has a record. He’s never been arrested but there are countless charges of assult and battery, domestic violence, and witness statements from women who he abused. They’re all allegations, though, but the police department kept everything on file.”

“What? He did that to those women?” you gasp at the news.

“Where does he live?” Hotch asks.

“He doesn’t have one. He only has a PO Box he visits regularly.”

You get tears at the thought of what JJmight be going through.

“What is he going to do with her?”

“Hopefully nothing,” Derek answers, “until he makes his first demands.”

“When will that be?”

“Whenever he decides to make the call.”

It as if he’s listening because your phone rings from an unknown number.

“It’s him.”

“Don’t answer it yet. Garcia?” Hotch asks.

“Already on it.”

Penelope works to tap into your phone so she can trace the call. When she’s ready, she nods for you to answer it. It’s so silent that you can hear a pin drop. You answer the call but place it on speakerphone so everyone else can hear. You plan to go into this with a calm head and voice but as soon as the call is connected, you blurt out the first thing that pops into your head.

“I swear to God if you touch one hair on her head…”

“Y/N, baby, let’s not get violent,” Mark says. You can hear the smirk on his face.

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Is this what you did to those women and men in college? You’d hurt them and steal their designs and money?”

“What I did back then has no relevance to what I’m doing now,” he says angrily. “I have made it clear what I want.”

“You want my money? Twenty million is yours. Not enough? Fine. Sixty. A hundred! Just let JJ go.”

Mark starts laughihng and you want nothing more than to slap that smile off his fat smug face.

“See, I used to be after the money. Then I realized I can get so much more with their companies. Hand over your company to me and I’ll let her go. No harm will come to her if you comply.”

“Don’t do it!” JJ yells from the background.

Your bottom lip wobbles emotionally. She doesn’t sound hurt but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t touched her.

“Shut up before I make you,” Mark snaps at her.

“You must know by now that she is FBI. Even if you do get my company, you won’t get away with it.”

“You let me worry about that. I’ll give you twenty-four hours to make a decision or I’ll start cutting her up and leaving her on your front porch.”

As soon as he hangs up, you start crying. All your hard work will go down the drain. None of that matters if JJ’s life is threatened.

“Did you get a hit?” Derek asks.

“No. I got a very vague location but nothing to pinpoint where he is.”

You stand up and dial someone very important. There is no question or doubt in your mind on what you have to do.

“Who are you calling?” Spencer asks.

“My lawyer. I have to draw up a contract.”

“Maybe you don’t,” Derek says.

“If I don’t, she gets hurt. I love her, Derek. I can’t let her get hurt because of me.”

“He gave you twenty-four hours. Use them. He couldn’t have taken her far. He took her two hours ago. Where could he have gone in two hours?”

“I will work my magic and try to track that car,” Penelope says and leaves the briefing room.

You sit back down and put your head in your hands as you cry. You can’t imagine losing the one women you’ve loved this much in a long time. Derek walks over to you and places a comforting hand on your back.

“I know you love her but we do, too. We don’t give up here. Get your lawyer to make the contract if you want, but we’re going to use these twenty-two hours to come up with a plan. If it doesn’t work, we’ll do it your way.”

“Okay,” you nod and sniffle.

Your lawyer was pissed when he heard about what happened but was super understanding. He agreed to draft one up along with some other things but you were too emotional to listen to him. You’re still too emotional because all you can think about is what Mark might have done to those women and what he’ll do it JJ.

You’re not FBI. You’re not a profiler. You don’t know what they’re doing but you know you trust this team. JJ trusts this team to do the right thing.Four hours go by without a word from Penelope but by the fifth hour, she walks into the briefing room with her laptop.

“It took five cameras and a few zooming features but I got the license plate of the van. It’s not registered in Mark’s name. It’s registered for Joseph Manning.”

“That’s his real father’s name. He was adopted at an early age.” A lightbulb goes off in your head. “What if he’s staying at a place registered in Joseph’s name?”

“You might be onto something, Miss,” Penelope grins and sits down at the table. You look at the clock and realize you only have seventeen hours left. It’s a lot of time but you can’t help but think you only have minutes to spare. “There is one property in the middle of town that belongs to Joseph. It’s been under construction for years.”

“That’s why he needs a PO box. His mail has to go somewhere,” Derek says.

“We know where he is. Now we need a plan to get in there.”

“He wants me,” you say. “My lawyer came up with a contract that he needs to sign physically if he wants my company. Use me to get her out.”

“We still have seventeen hours to come up with a different--”

“Derek, I have a contract. I know what you’re thinking. Can you find it in yourself to trust me? I know what I’m doing.”

“Okay,” he nods after a moment.

You take out your phone and dial Mark back using the same unknown number he used to call you the first time. You place him on speakerphone so everyone can hear him.

“Am I going to have to get violent in seventeen hours? Maybe I’ll make it two and cut your time short.”

“You want my company? Fine. I have a contract stating it’s all yours. All you have to do is come here and sign it.”

“No, I’ll have someone pick it up and bring it to me.”

“Mark, this is my company that’s worth billions. Lawyers have to be present.”

You hear him curse but he covered the speaker because it’s muffled.

“Where do you want to meet?”

“My office. I’ll have everything ready. I’ll make sure we’re alone. Just us, the lawyers, and JJ.”

“Do I sound stupid to you? Like I’m going to bring her with me and have you skip out on your end of the deal,” he scoffs.

“You did the one thing that would ensure I follow this through. Bring her or no deal.”

“Fine,” he snaps and hangs up.

“He’ll come. We’ll be ready.”

You take this opportunity to tell them your plan. There is no way in hell you’re giving up everything you’ve worked so hard for when you know there is a way to get JJ back and keep what you have. Once the plan is set in motion, you and your lawyer wait for Mark and JJ in your personal conference room. You’re really nervous because what if he knows? What if this doesn’t work? What if he has already hurt JJ? What if--

“They’re here,” your assistant says over the small speaker by the desk phone.

“Let them in,” you respond.

The conference door opens and Mark walks in with JJ in front of him. It’s not surprising that she has duct tape over her mouth. What’s surprising is that he has a gun to her head. Remain calm. He might shoot her if you freak out. JJ is terrified but you have to remain calm if you’re going to come out on top.

“Where is it?” Mark asks.

You point to the thick contract on the table. “Right here.”

“How do I know this isn’t a trap?”

“Did you not hear me over the phone earlier? I love her and I will do anything for her, including this.”

“Back up.”

Mark walks JJ over to the table while you and your lawyer back away from the table. He looks at the contract and flips through the first few pages before shoving JJ over to you. She stumbles but you catch her in your arms.

“You’re safe. You’re okay,” you whisper and smooth back her hair.

Mark does the one thing you are counting on him to not do: reading it. He flips to the tabs and immediately signs it without so much as a thought. If he had read it, he’d know this isn’t a real contract. He keeps the gun on you as he finishes with the last signature. He lowers the gun but keeps it locked and loaded.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he grins.

He grabs the door handle and pulls the door open but he’s stopped by Rossi, Derek, and Hotch all with guns trained on him.

“Mark Temple, you’re under the arrest for kidnapping, breaking and entering, harassment, and attempted murder.”

“With what proof?”

“You just signed a confession statement,” you say. He turns to you with fire in his eyes. “Everything you did, you attest to.”

“You bitch,” he growls.

He raises his gun to fire at you but Derek is quicker than him. He slams his body into Mark’s and pushes him down onto the table. The gun is knocked from his hands and you pull JJ into you to protect her. Mark struggles against Derek’s body but Derek is much larger than Mark. He doesn’t have a chance. Rossi hands him handcuffs and Derek slaps them onto his wrists. You turn to JJ and gently remove the duct tape.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me.”

“I need a medic up here,” Hotch says as Derek takes a struggling Mark away.

“Hotch, I’m fine--”

“You’re getting looked at. I’m not arguing with you,” you say. She nods and relief immeiately floord through your body. “This time, it’s you who needed saving.”

“As long as you’re the one who is saving me.”

You pull her in cose and kiss her with so much love but also relief that she is okay. The paramedics come and check JJ out, deeming her physically okay. You’re sitting with her on the back of the ambulance with one arm wrapped around her body.

“I don’t care whose house we move into. I need you with me. I want to live with you.”

JJ smiles and kisses your cheek.

“I’d love nothing more than that but I want you to do that not because you fear for my safety but because you want to without any stipulations behind it.”

“Using my own words against me, I see,” you chuckle.

“I’m joking. I’d love to move in with you. I’ll be honest, I quite like your house.”

“My house it is,” you grin and kiss her again.

You’re ready to put this behind you and start the next chapter of your and JJ’s life together.

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Never Grow Up

Agent Rossi-Reid

Anthology Masterlist

David Rossi x daughter!reader,  Spencer Reid x reader, Criminal minds x BAU!reader

Summary: The role Gideon played as Rossi-Reid grew up.

A/N: This is sad. This is really sad. I don't apologize. Embrace the sad.

Based off Taylor Swift's Never Grow Up

CW: typical criminal minds talk of murder, very sad and angsty

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Your little hands wrapped around my finger And it's so quiet in the world tonight Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreamin' So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

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Dave looked down at the little bundle of blankets that rested in his arms. It was a big day for the newest Rossi family addition- the team had come over to meet you for the very first time. It had been a lot for Dave, too. He thought profiling was the hardest, most time consuming, soul-sucking, job in the world, but you had proved him wrong. Turns out that the hardest, most time consuming, soul-sucking job in the world was being a parent.

But the joy you brought him made up for it all.

For about an hour the BAU agents had passed you around and Dave was grateful that after all the action you were dozing off in his arms, one of your impossibly small hands wrapped around his pointer finger. He smiled tiredly, knowing he had to put you down in your crib soon before he spent another night admiring your adorably tiny features. He sighed quietly and sent you down, hoping that you wouldn’t wake up. Your eyelids fluttered- hopefully with good dreams- but other than that you didn’t stir.

He walked over to turn on the nightlight; it was a gift from Gideon. The tiny plastic sparrow illuminated the room the perfect amount, but Dave couldn’t get over his closest colleague’s strange fascination with birds. Of course, you loved the little plastic bird- when you awoke at night you’d cry at first, but by the time your dad got to your room you’d be goggling at the feathered figure.

“Mio Passerotta.” It slipped out before Dave even had a chance to think about it. The Italian nickname was common enough that no one would think it was odd, but it felt more right than that. Gideon had named his son Stephen, in honor of Dave. It only felt right that your term of endearment- something your dad had thought about more than your actual name- was an ode to his friend. “Sogni d’oro, my sparrow. Ti voglio bene.”

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To you, everything's funny You got nothing to regret I'd give all I have honey If you could stay like that

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“Uncle Jason!” Your little legs carried you towards Gideon’s desk as fast as they could. “Uncle Jason look!”

“What is this?” he said in an exaggerated voice as you handed him a piece of paper and climbed into his lap. Your preschool and daycare were closed due to a holiday, but work never stopped at the BAU, meaning your dad had no choice but to bring you into the office. None of the agents minded- you brought a joy to the space so pure that it almost made the horror of their jobs disappear, even if it was only for the day.

Lucky for them you were now three years old and had recently discovered a love for drawing and coloring, which meant scrapped preliminary profiles that were blank on one side could be recycled into canvases for your artwork. Gideon couldn’t decide if it was right or not- having you put images of rainbows and butterflies on papers that had lists of victims names on the other side- but he tried not to think too hard about this.

“Wow!” Gideon held you steady on his lap with one hand and your drawing of… something… in the other. “Is this for me?”

“Yes!” You smiled up at him. “It’s a bird cos you like birds.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I’ll hang it right here.” He tacked the picture up on the bulletin board that sat on his desk, next to the other three drawings of birds you had done that day for him.

“I should draw one wearing a hat!” you giggled. Gideon wasn’t sure what was so funny about the idea of a bird wearing a hat, but it made him chuckle anyway.

“(Y/N)!” your dad called for you.

You turned to Gideon. “I have to go, but I’ll be back!” You ran off towards your dad’s desk.

Gideon watched to make sure you didn’t fall. He opened up the file he had been so careful to close before you came over. Inside were pictures of young women with your same hair and eye color, each assaulted and murdered in cold blood. With a heavy heart, he looked over to you, innocently drawing another picture with your crayons.

Oh what he would give for you to stay like that.

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You're in the car on the way to the movies And you're mortified your mom's droppin' you off At fourteen, there's just so much you can't do And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots

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Aaron Hotchner was a man known for his calm and cool demeanor, but he was also known for his ambition, and occasionally that ambition made him more excited than normal. Recently, his ambition had led him to become an agent at the BAU. It was something he’d wanted since he first heard about the unit, and though he managed to make himself look poised on the outside, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was probably shivering in his suit. They really should warn the new agents that the basement, which served as the unit’s headquarters, could go from being a sauna one day to the arctic tundra the next day.

The heavy metal doors of the BAU opened, letting the cool air from the hallway sweep across his desk. He shook off the need to chatter his teeth and went back to his paperwork. It was beginning to feel tedious, doing the grunt work of all the agents above him. He knew that next week he would get to start looking at actual cases. After a few months he would be allowed to consult on simple profiles over the phone with small police stations that called for help. Maybe even if he worked hard enough he could make it into the field before he hit his first year-

“Agent Hotchner, over here!” Someone called to him from the outskirts of the space, where the senior agents had their desks. He suppressed a groan at the idea that another file would be added to his seemingly endless pile, but when he looked over at the person who had called him, they weren’t holding out a file.

David Rossi, the senior agent who approved Aaron’s request to join the unit, was walking towards him. Next to the senior agent was you. Aaron had seen you before of course, but he had never taken time to really look at the 14 year old that came into the BAU around 4 PM every day. But now there was no doubt in his mind that you were David Rossi’s daughter- your facial expressions, posture, and the way you walked was nearly identical to your dad’s.

“Agent Rossi,” Aaron stood up from his desk as the two of you approached.

“Please, Aaron,” Rossi said. “Just call me Dave. Now, this is my daughter, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Agent Hotchner. Now, I have a flight to catch for an emergency case and the TSA is going to be a pain in my ass like they usually are.” He handed Aaron a key. “This is for SUV number 4 in the parking garage. Don’t crash it, but (Y/N) has to meet her friends in 25 minutes and the movie theater is 30 minutes away. Thanks.”

Dave gave Aaron a quick pat on the shoulder and then walked past him, his go-bag in hand, leaving the young agent alone with his daughter. Aaron honestly wasn’t sure whether he should be offended or not.

“Sorry you got put on babysitting duty,” you said, though you didn’t sound apologetic. “But we have to go.” You began to walk off.

Aaron blindly shoved papers into his brief case before following you out the doors of the BAU. “I’ll uh-” He looked down at his watch. “I’ll have to ask where the SUVs are kept-”

“No need.” You walked easily into the elevator and pressed a button. “I know this place like the back of my hand.”

You seemed confident enough in your manner that he didn’t question you. Aaron took a deep breath to try to compose himself. He was usually good at working under pressure, but something like this had never happened to him.

The elevator stopped and you walked off. Aaron followed you. Surely enough, you knew exactly where the SUV was kept. As he drove, you tried to get him to take short cuts to the movie theater, but he refused to listen. Still, you got there on time. He was about to pull up to it when-

“You can just drop me off here,” you said. The theater was about a block away. “I’ll just walk.”

Aaron shook his head. “Your dad trusted me and-”

“And I get made fun of every time I get dropped off somewhere in a government vehicle.”

Aaron looked over at you. The confidence that had shone through before dimmed just a bit. Aaron remembered being 14… thinking about all the things he wished he could do but he couldn’t. He knew that teenage desire to have independence; to be able to call the shots in your own life. 

Honestly, he was experiencing a bit of it right now being new at the BAU- having this need to look good for everyone, wanting to impress those around him, hoping that they’d loosen his leash just a little bit…

“One day what the other kids say about you won't matter,” he said and pulled up in front of the theater to drop you off. “Do you have a ride home?”

“Yeah, my actual babysitter will be here soon,” you replied. “Thanks for the ride, Hotch.”

“Don’t call me that,” he retorted.

You smirked at him before shutting the car door. You walked into the theater, but saw that Hotch was lingering around, just to make sure you really were okay, before finally leaving.

You hurried out to the payphone in front of the theater and dialed the number. “He stuck around for an extra seven minutes,” you said into the phone. “Trusted me enough to follow me to the SUV but didn't budge when I told him it'd be quicker to take the short cut. I'd give him a B+. Maybe an A-.”

You knew that Jason Gideon was smiling on the other end of the phone. “I guess he passed,” your uncle said. “I'll be there to pick you up soon.”

You hung up the phone, your part in the BAU new agent hazing ritual complete. Agent Hotchner had taken enough command, trusted you but not too much, and followed through with your saftey.

Part of you wondered if there was more to the "test" than just a good laugh for Gideon and your dad. Maybe you'd find out one day.

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So here I am in my new apartment In a big city, they just dropped me off It's so much colder than I thought it would be So I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on

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After finding the letter at Gideon’s cabin, you held Spencer for what felt like hours as he cried. You wanted to cry too, but the shock of it all was too much. It wouldn’t sink in, like your body and mind refused to accept that it had happened.

Spencer left for the bathroom to take a shower. You knew he was probably standing under scorching hot water, trying to wash away the pain of it, or feel something other than grief. Normally you would have gone in and turned the temperature down, but your heart wouldn’t let you.

Right now, all you wanted was some sleep.

You slipped on your most cozy pajamas, tossing your tear-stained clothes in the hamper. The entire apartment felt colder than normal. You went to tuck yourself into bed, but stopped before you could get comfortable. Spencer would get out of the shower eventually and being the gentleman he was, he wouldn’t turn on the light in an effort not to wake you. You slipped out of bed and padded over to the nightlight to turn it on.

The little sparrow had faded in color, but it was still your favorite nightlight. You went to flip the switch, but it didn’t turn on; and for some reason, you knew that it wouldn’t matter if you changed the bulb or not… it wasn’t going to light.

It would never light again.

Whether your heart or your legs crumbled first, you weren’t sure, but you were on the ground. Your body shook and tears fell, but you made no noise. You stayed there, on the cold wooden floor, your head buried in your arms and your legs tucked up to your chest, until a hand fell on your shoulder.

You looked up in the dark to see Spencer, and then turned back to the sparrow that had lost its light forever. He sat down next to you and let you lean into him, his arm wrapping around your shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly. It was his turn to take care of you now, and he knew that. Sometimes that meant asking you if you wanted to say something, even if you said nothing at all.

You looked at the bird in the darkness, remembering your life… your childhood room, the sound of the door opening when your dad got home, the way your footsteps had grown against the concrete floors of the old BAU headquarters, the wise words that Gideon always spoke. It was before your heart had been broken, before you had been hurt and scarred, before you had been deserted; back when everything was simple.

“I-” you started. “Sometimes I wish I never grew up.”

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Red phone

Wally x reader

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warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writter, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? more fanfic then x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

“What in the world?” I rub my eyes trying the get rid of the sleep as I am woken up by a loud ringing noise coming from downstairs, I groan loudly as the ringing continues. I cover my ears with my pillow in an attempt to stop it or at least muffle the noise but no! it just would not stop, it felt like it was getting louder instead!

The noise of a creaking old phone was the worst sound I have ever heard, that is after the sound of nails against a black board. It felt with each ring my ears were getting closer and closer to the ear drum bursting!  I Stormed down the stairs pulling up my silky shorts, so they don’t fall while walking down the stairs at night. Walking to the kitchen I pause at the sudden sense of danger; my gut was saying something. My body just froze in place, and the hairs on it stood tall. The red phone, it was the red phone that was ringing.           I had never seen or heard it in my whole life, yet their it was ringing on the kitchen counter. It stood out compared to all my grandmother’s appliances. The kitchen was a light minty green with the wood being the green and marble tops, My Grandma originally wanted wooden tops but explained how marble was cheaper back then.

The phone was bright red, a red you don’t commonly see unless it’s on Tv or on a plastic toy. I stood they’re like an idiot or better yet a dear in head lights. Watching as it rung, and soon enough it stopped. The over whelming of fear, and danger disappearing in an instant. I stare at the phone, noticing how old it must have been. Probably made in the 1950’s? 1960’s? it didn’t matter anyway the ringing stopped and I could go back to bed, but now my brain was fuzzy and awake. I need something to help me sleep, I sigh and put the kettle on and make myself a coffee. Caffeine did the opposite to me, instead of waking me up it made me sleepy like my dad. And with one sip of that coffee, and a small waddle up the old stairs and into my room I went out quicker than a light bulb.

But sadly, I woke up not just a few hours later to the cries of my brother, I sigh once again turning over in my bed and hitting my pillow in anger. But I couldn’t be angry at Jim, this was the normal hour he gets up at. I’m surprised My mum hasn’t noticed yet, but I’m not Angry at them right now. Just at that dam red phone. Slowly getting up I get ready for the day, full of. Well, what ever my mother has planed for me to do.

I leave my new room, and walk down the hall to the stairs, only this time they creek. I physically cringe at the noise but try my best to get downstairs, Once I do and make my way to the kitchen I see everyone already up. Including grandma, I walk over giving her a peck on the cheek and she gives me a small smile and asks.

“Good morning my dear! How did you sleep?”

“not very well, I woke up to a phone ringing. And found it hard to go back to sleep.” I explain taking a seat next to her at the dinning table across from my brother who I waved hello too. The small toddler notices my presence and gives me a wave and a bunch of gibberish which I’ll take as a hello. Mum placed some scrambled egg’s and bacon in front of me before pushing my hair back and kissing my forehead gently and sitting down next to me.

“Good morning sleepy head, you slept in! normally your awake before now.” Mum wasn’t wrong, I would normally wake up and take care of Jim myself sometimes, or at least make him breakfast. BUT. Since this was a Family Holiday, I could relax.

“Yeah, you alright kiddo?” dad asks me as I grab the BBQ sauce and shrug.

“meh overall, probably just still adjusting from the car ride. Anything planned for today?” I ask my family stealing a piece of buttered toast from the centre of the table before my dad.

“no not really, so you can do what you like today. Just don’t spend too much time on that computer!”  Mum explains, I nod along and constructed my toast carefully, finally taking a bite it was like heaven, the sweet bacon, the salty eggs., the soft butter and toast with the crunchy crust! And the small amount of sauce. Just perfection I gobble it down and quickly went back for seconds, I can see from the side of my eye my mum shaking her head and grandma giggling.

“Gosh you and your father are so alike!” Grandma gushes and pinches my cheek gently.

“I know all she need’s in to be taller, different hair colour and more into the outdoors and we would have a female clone!” mum saying cracking up my nana even more, she almost sounded like a parrot with how loud she was.

“Yes, she gets her creativity from my Harrison! And her artistic talents come from both sides, right? Your mother was a painter, right?” The two continue their conisations and I take my plate up to the sink, I catch a glimpse of the red phone. Again, my gut was trying to tell me something, but it felt different as if someone was watching me. I shook the feeling off and continued to the sink.

‘Am I going crazy?’ I ask myself in my head as I wash up some of the dishes, dad drops his off along with Jim’s. Jimmy sat on his hip holding on to the 6’4 man who towered over everyone in the house, his height is something I wish I inherited.

“, honey I’ll tell you. Later, just remind me later to do so is that okay?” I raise an eyebrow at my dad who just smiles down at me, the question was what my dad wanted to talk about later.  I know I shouldn’t press though, or I may never find out, so I just nod my head continuing to clean. He turns away before snapping his fingers and spins back to face me.

“Oh! Me and your mum are leaving are going out so you will have to baby sit Jimmy with grandma for a couple of hours to night,” “yeah that’s fine dad.”

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Wally hangs up the phone again sighing slightly, opening the morning paper. to read.

"When will that Old woman answer?"

[jinxxangel13]

Ancient Enchantment

Chapter 5:

~Masterlist~ ~Prev~ ~Next~

Recap:

The twins said their goodbyes to Sebastian before wandering around the common room together.

“I liked him. Seems like the kind of person you’d hang around, don't you think, Atlas?” Azara looked up at him for a moment before looking back around the room, eyes landing on a wizard's chess game being played back toward where Ominis still stood by the window.

“Oh! Remember when Mum and Dad bought us our first chess board?” Azara smiled up at her brother.

He laughed loudly, ignoring the looks of startled first-years near them.

“How could I forget? We’d sit and play for hours, not even stopping to eat half the time. Come on, let’s go watch!” He grabbed her hand and walked the two of them over to the 2 students playing.

There was a slightly shorter, dark haired girl standing behind the boy with his back to the far windows. She seemed to be trying to help him, but Azara couldn't be too sure. The boy in question was in the process of shifting a piece that she would definitely disagree with the placement, but was interrupted before she could say it out loud.

“You’re not going to move there, are you?” the dark haired girl looked down at the boy, almost in disappointed disbelief, her heavy accent drawing her words together slightly.

“Here, watch this!” The boy did end up putting his piece exactly where Azara thought he would, and she shook her head at that.

“Bad move. It’ll be a checkmate.” she muttered under her breath, but the dark haired girl snapped her gaze up, a smirk on her face as she winked at Azara.

“Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you.” She crossed her arms and stood back up, standing on Azara’s right, opposite of Alistair on her left. The three of them watched as the other player moved their queen and called ‘checkmate,’ effectively ending the game in one last move.

“Told you.” The dark haired girl turned towards the twins fully. “He should have listened. At least I know you would have.”

Azara nodded in agreement.

“Ah, now I know who you are. You’re the new fifth-year Slytherins who barged in with Professor Fig last night. Interesting tactic on your first day, might I add- taking all the attention from the first-years.” The girl nodded to the both of them. “I’m Imelda, by the way.”

“I’m Alistair Valentine, and this is my twin sister Azara.”

“Pleasure. It’s a shame I wasn't with you two and Professor Fig. I could have lured that dragon away. My skills on a broom are absolutely legendary.”

Azara shrugged, her brother turning towards her to answer.

“Maybe if you were, Professor Fig’s friend would have survived.” Alistair raised his shoulder slightly, as if to say ‘what can you do.’

“Precisely. Maybe one day I'll show you a thing or two about flying, if either of you want. I can teach you more than Kagawa ever could. Speaking of which, I'd like to get in some time on my broom before classes.” 

Azara looked back to the empty wizard’s chess board before looking back up to Imelda. 

“Are you a keen wizard chess fan?”

“Yeah, you knew that boy was going to lose the match.” Alistair mentioned.

“So did she. But no, not really. Much too sedate a pastime for me. It’s simply not challenging enough for me. The moves are always so obvious. Why does no one else see it?” Imelda shrugged it off, looking as if she was about to leave.

“Well, do you fly a lot during school? You mentioned being able to teach us a few things.” 

Alistair never knew how to put his foot in his mouth, and Azara just rolled her eyes at him.

“I make time. There’s nothing like swerving through the spiers of the castle and around the Quidditch pitch to clear the mind.” Imelda retorted.

“That sounds fascinating, Imelda. I can't wait to try.” Azara smiled slightly at her.

“Nice meeting you both.” Imelda left abruptly, likely she does that to everyone.

Azara and Alistair let out a sigh after she left, both already tired of speaking and it hadn't even been twenty minutes since they came out of their room. 

Azara pulled Alistair out of his thoughts when she heard someone calling out.

“Are the new fifth-years here? Professor Weasley said she was waiting for you by the stairs.”

Azara started pulling Alistair along. “Come on, we don’t want to be late on our first day.”

[ladylooch]

Hockeymom!emma, when lio starts getting into hockey a little more seriously, and timo hasn’t retired yet so he can come to all his games and practices

“You’re going to video me for dad right?” Lio asks as Emma maneuvers his jersey over his shoulder pads. He is gearing up for his first championship hockey game and can barely sit still long enough for her to help pull his jersey over his head. 

“You bet, baby.” I lean forward, pressing my lips to his cheek.

“Mama, no.” He whispers, harshly pulling away.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you’re too old for good luck smooches. One day, Lee, you’ll want those again… but not from me.” She admits at the end.

“Girls are gross.” Lio mutters. “Hockey is my one love.”

“Uh huh. Good luck. Play hard and be safe.” Emma says, walking from the locker room to grab a seat. 

Emma is at the game on her own today. The rest of the kids are with her parents who are in town visiting Nico and Lexi’s new baby while Nico, and Timo, are on the road. They’re all gathered at the Hischier house so Emma could be fully present for Lio’s game. He’s having a hard time with Timo not being here for his first big hockey game.

“Woo! Go Lio!” Emma cheers as the opening face off begins the game. 

It’s a decent game right off the bat. Lio is flying around the ice, his little 96 jersey flapping in the wind with each of his strides. He’s faster than the other kids and difficult to defend against. One of the defenseman on the other team is getting visibly frustrated with him. His body language skating off the ice after the latest shift is sluggish and defeated. 

The next time Lio is on the ice, he gets taken down by that same defenseman with an accidental trip close to the end boards. Emma straightens, concern tightening her shoulders when he doesn’t pop back up. The ref comes over to him, then waves for Lio’s coach and the tournament athletic trainer to come onto the ice. Slowly, Emma gets to her feet, crossing her arms over her chest, gripping the dainty, gold necklace Timo gave to her with the kids’ initials. Lio’s coach crouches down next to him, then glances into the stands. His eyes meet Emma’s and he waves her down. 

Shit.

“Mama.” Lio is wailing when she gets there.

“I’m here baby.” She kneels on the ice next to him, ignoring the way her jeans get soaked. 

“Hi mom, Lio’s arm is hurt. We are going to splint it quick and then move him off. He is in a lot of pain and can’t rotate his arm. He’ll need to go get an X-ray.” The trainers says as she finishes the splint. “You’re doing a great job, Lio.” She praises him when she is done.

It’s a long couple hours at Children’s hospital for Lio and Emma. She called Timo, but hasn’t heard back from him because of his pre-game nap.

“Hey baby, sorry I missed your call. My settings weren’t working and didn’t let your call through.”

“It’s okay.” She murmurs against Lio’s head. They are waiting for his discharge paperwork and then will be going home. Lio has a sling and they have an appointment in two days for a hard cast to be put on at a different clinic.

“How did the game go? Did he win?”

“Um, well, I’m not sure because we are at Children’s.”

“Fuck, what happened?”

“Mhm, a broken arm. No surgery, but they want another X-ray before his cast goes on to confirm he won’t need pins.”

“How is he doing?”

“Um, not good.” Emma answers honestly. “He’s really upset about missing the game. Lots of tears.” She smooths his hair back.

“Can I talk to him?”

“Yep.” Emma puts it on speaker. “Daddy wants to talk to you.”

“Hi buddy, are you doing okay?” Timo’s voice is sweet and soft with their son.

“It hurts.” Lio mewls.

“I bet it does buddy.”

“Can you come home?” Lio has big tears falling down his face. Timo is quiet on the other end. Emma can imagine him now, eyes closed, lips pursed as his heart shatters into a million pieces.

“I can’t, buddy. I’m sorry. Mama will take good care of you. I bet she’ll make you some mac and cheese when you get home.”

“I’m done now.” Lio hands the phone back to Emma. She takes it off speaker.

“He hates me.” Timo mutters to her.

“No, he just doesn’t understand. He will one day.” 

“I gotta head to the bus. I’ll call you tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Em?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m so sorry I’m not there.” Emma can’t make this better for any of them.

“I know. We love you, T.”

[joy-of-life88]

Damian Priest x Reader ONE SHOT

First published on Wattpad August 12, 2023

"Damian, could we have a word? We just witnessed how the Judgment Day savagely attacked Edge once again. But yet again, it didn't work out the way you and your mates thought it would. The WWE Universe is curious what you have to say about this.

Why are all your attempts to ultimately take over Monday Night Raw failing? Do you think maybe you were a little too cocky? What are your plans?" I asked Damian backstage.

It was my job to do these interviews and yes, it was part of asking questions that you knew would piss off the wrestlers. That's what the producers wanted to see. Normally it was hard for me to be a little mean. But in the case of Priest, it came easily to me.

He was irritated with me and I was irritated with him. Why exactly? I don't know. Really... I didn't have a clue. We just didn't get along. He seemed a little too full of himself. And I wasn't sure that was just the character he was portraying. I also didn't want to spend more time than necessary with him to find out if I was possibly wrong.

It was better that way. I swear, if he called me spoiled princess one more time, blood would flow. I was so sick of people thinking I was only here because my dad was on the board of the WWE. Hell, I didn't even like my father. And he had nothing to do with why I got this job. That had totally different reasons.

"Well princess... if you understood a little bit more about our business, you would know that you won't get far here if you don't make enemies. We want to get to the top and no matter how long it takes... the Judgment Day will rise above all.

Mark my words, Y/N... even if it's hard for you. We have just begun to spread fear and terror. And anyone who doesn't get out of our way will get knocked out of the way." he replied, and then someone behind the camera said Cut.

"As always a displeasure to work with you, Princess. Now go make yourself useful on your knees somehow." he mocked.

It was probably meant to be funny, but he was talking to the wrong person about that.

"Fuck you, you arrogant asshole. Get the fuck out of my face. I'm getting a headache just thinking about your voice," I retorted.

"I bet you'd like that. But I know what you're really up to.... It's probably been an hour since you demolished that last piece of cake. Hence the headache." He laughed and then left.

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Damian POV

"Why the hell are you always so rotten towards Y/N? What did she ever do to you?" asked Rhea to me.

"Nothing... I just can't stand her and her attitude. And it's not like she's holding back." I replied as we walked further down the hall.

"You're both fucking awful. You bicker like little kids. If I had to guess, I'd say you're attracted to her," Rhea said.

"What makes you think that? She's not my type at all. I don't go for chubby girls with attitude problems. She seriously thinks she's God's gift to manhood," I explained.

"What are you talking about? She's gorgeous. My God so she's got a few more pounds on her than those skinny bitches. Who cares? I think you're not telling me what it really is.... I think you can't stand that she doesn't put up with your shit. Not even on camera." she replied.

"Oh please.... I don't know... She just rubs me the wrong way." I said.

"I bet you'd like her to rub you the right way." she then smirked.

"Not in a million years." i snorted.

"You know... One of these days I'm going to lock you in a room and not let you out until after you talk.

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"Good lord! Can you maybe just do your job? It's not that hard! I'll ask the questions and you answer." growled Y/N as we tried to film a segment for next week.

"I would if you were capable of formulating reasonable questions," I replied in a deep voice.

"Maybe I should just formulate it so you can comprehend it..." she muttered.

And so it went on for another half hour until we finally managed to come up with something decent. I could tell the producer wasn't happy with either of us.

I was walking back to the dressing room when Rhea intercepted me and asked me to follow her. She went into a secluded part of the arena where some empty storage rooms were. She opened the door and practically shoved me inside.

"Rhea what are you doing? I thought you wanted to talk?" I heard Y/N's voice.

"Talking is going to happen. You will talk to each other. In order that you finally get along with each other. It's annoying how you treat each other. Work it out." she said and closed the door behind her.

For a while it was silent. Neither of us said a word. I leaned against the wall next to the door while she wandered up and down the room with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Go ahead, talk," I said at one point.

"I have nothing to say to you." replied Y/N.

"Didn't expect any other way.... If you don't have time to write down the questions beforehand, you can't think of anything." I said.

"Oh he's such a smart one! You can't think of anything new to insult me with. I'm too tired for Rhea's attempt to make friends out of us." she replied.

"As if I ever wanted to be friends with you..." I muttered.

"Yes, because God forbid you should find out that I have brains and not just tits," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, if the shoe fits. But I bet you have a lot of talents that require your other body parts." I laughed.

"So that's what you think? That I'm a slut? Are you offended that I've never offered it to you before?" she asked aloud.

"Oh please... I bet you're not as good as you think you are," I continued laughing.

I just couldn't take her seriously. Even though I just saw the tiniest bit of hurt on her face.

"You know what? I'm going to shut you up once and for all. You think I'm a slut? Here you go, so be it." she then growled and came towards me with quick steps.

I had no idea what she was up to, but suddenly she was in front of me, pushing against my shoulder until my back was pinned firmly against her wall.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Proving a point." she replied and before I knew it she had already opened my pants and pulled them down a bit along with my underwear. 

"Woah, woah, woah! Have you lost your mind?" I wanted to know when she already took my cock in her hand and started rubbing me.

I put my hands on her shoulders as I tried to push her off me.

"Hands off." she commanded in a tone I didn't recognize from her.

And at this point... I could no longer resist. Her hands moved faster and faster in a way that blew my mind. Never in my life had a woman jerked me off like that. My breathing became rapid as I looked into her eyes. She cupped my balls and massaged them gently at first, then harder.

"See? You're just like any other man... Powerless when you're being grabbed by the balls. No matter how big your mouth was before. You're pathetic, Damian. Look at you... Being pleasured by a spoiled princess you can't stand. When all you had to do was say the word.... No... or Stop." she said softly and seductively.

And although her words were insulting, they were somehow arousing.

I watched as she stuck a thumb in her mouth and licked it before running that very thumb over my tip.

"So desperate for attention.... With no regard for anyone else's feelings or past. You need to learn that there are consequences." She continued almost in a whisper as her hands continued to work on me.

"What do you mean?" I gasped, very close to coming.

At that moment Y/N let go of me, yanked open the door and marched out of the room, leaving me just like that. Exposed and very unsatisfied. And on top of that, confused and frustrated.

[doctoriletyougotogalaxy]

Flying Ships

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

My OC blurb & my other Nikolai Lantsov fics on this OC & my other OCs

Elling, Fjerda

When the cold wind chilled me, I wrapped my coat tighter. I tucked my notebook between my knees and glanced around to check if anyone was nearby. The wide terrace of the paint workshop was empty. I placed my palms on my coat, against my stomach and chest, I focused. I tried to reach the smallest parts that makes up the fabric. When I sensed the separated pieces, I spured them on to move. I wasn't wanting my coat to ignite and if this would happen and somehow I would survive, I was going to have to find an explanation. Carefully, I increased the heat of my coat. Right at that moment, I startled at the sound coming from behind me. I looked to what this sound was as I opened my notebook so I could act like I was doing whatever people do with a notebook. It was Nikolai, bringing me empty lunch boxes. I closed my notebook and turned to face him. He placed the lunch boxes on top of my empty bag next to me.

"Why are you sitting here alone in the cold?" His eyes shifted to my notebook. "Oh, are you keeping a diary? Dear diary, Nikolai's magnificent golden hair looks so beautiful at sunset..." said with a ridiculously romantic voice.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, they seem to they're about to ignite at golden hour. Maybe I should really set them on fire to see if they're still attractive."

"Wow, slow down, that could be illegal."

"Let's try it and see if they punish me afterwards."

"I would love to, but I don't think it would be a profitable deal for me, unfortunately."

"What a shame."

"You can fulfill your terrible fantasies accompanied by the not-so-suffocating smell of paint downstairs, and without freezing."

But I could examine the ship skeletons only from here. "I prefer to be able to looking at the sea."

"Don't the ship skeletons block your view?"

"It's not bothering me."

"Alright then, we'll be here for another two hours."

I nodded.

Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief when he left. Talkative and spoiled. He was lucky I wasn't complaining to my father yet. Just waiting for him to exceed. I continued to take notes and make drawings in my notebook about the lengths of the masts of different types of ships.

In fact, I was designing a ridiculous project that I was dreaming of since my childhood and perfecting it as much as possible. Flying ships in the sky... Of course, I wasn't really going to build and fly them, but still I was loving to imagine. Maybe one day someone would dare to start the project and actually make them fly, why not?

Later, I completed my drawings, I put the notebook in my left pocket and stood up. After stretching my legs, I put the empty lunch boxes in my bag and headed towards the stairs. I didn't know how much time had passed. I took the smell of the paints as I stepped in the workshop. It was warm inside. I pulled an empty chair next to the fireplace and sat down. My father lifted his head from the boards and paints on his table, turned to me, and pointed with his finger indicating that there was still an hour left. I felt bored. I was supposed to give them lunch and then leave, but I wanted to do some more drawings, and my father had already said they would leave early today. I had thought about waiting and going back with them, but now that I had warmed up a bit, I decided to stand up and leave. With this thoughts in my mind, my hands in my pockets and my feet tapping on the stone floor, I was humming a song. Then I saw my father and Nikolai coming to me.

"I need some drawings from my workshop. Nikolai will go and get them, you can go with him if you want," my father said. I nodded casually. Nikolai was wiping his hands with a wet towel. I stood up and slung my bag over my arm as he took off his apron.

"Alright, dad. See you later."

"See you, my dear. Hurry up, Nikolai."

"I'm coming," Nikolai said as he fastened a few buttons on his coat. I felt relieved when we stepped out of the warm, paint-scented workshop into the cold sea air.

"If you want, I can carry your bag."

"Thanks, but it's not necessary."

"The meatballs were delicious, well done."

"I am glad you liked them. I think I may have burned them a bit."

"Really? I thought they were great. Was it trout?"

"Perch."

He nodded. We were entering the bustling streets of the town. Shop owners were shoveling snow in front of their businesses. We were nearing the end of winter, but you couldn't go a single day without seeing snow in Elling.

"You seem to enjoy keeping a journal. You sat out in the cold for so long."

It would be so nice if we just walk in silence as if we didn't know each other. Why did he always have to talk?

"Yes."

"Are you questioning life or writing a novel or something?"

"I'm designing flying ships,"

I said with a fake smile and a slightly harsh tone. I was telling the truth, but I wanted him to think I was brushing him off.

"I was just trying to have a conversation, but apparently you don't have that skill." he said. I felt a bit bad.

"No, I don't. I grew up in a cave, raised by wolves."

He chuckled. "I like sarcastic people."

"Great."

"I've never seen you with your friends. You even leave the house barely. Why are you this much lonely?"

"I'm not lonely. I have Manne, you know."

"Manne is a dog, I'm talking about humans. Normal friends who can talk with you, listen to your problems, laugh and cry with you."

"Manne understands my emotions too."

He sighed. This was a topic I really didn't want to discuss. And I didn't have the trust and courage to reveal my biggest secret to him out of the blue.

"You really don't like to talk, do you?"

"It depends on the topic." I regretted my words before I even finished the sentence.

"What topics do you want to talk about? Flying ships?"

I laughed. Yes, I would love to talk  about flying ships. It would be awesome to make a brainstorm with someone else. But I was sure I was going to be mocked.

"Just look at the effort you put into conversing with me. You're so ambitious. I'm sure someday you can build a flying ship."

"I can't do such thing without your designs and drafts."

We were approaching the house. I started searching for my keychain in my pockets; tissues, coins...

"Listen, I'm serious. If you're writing a novel or something, let me read it so I can criticize it. I'll point out the flaws, and then you can fix them and send it to the printery. They'll publish it, and you'll get rich."

Walnut and hazelnut shells, candy wrappers—where was my keys?

I nodded. "Right away."

While trying to search my left pocket more effectively, I almost dropped my notebook. In an attempt to catch it, I ended up opening it, and the pages fell down facing the snow. Panic surged through me as Nikolai quickly bent down, grabbed the notebook, and shook it to make snow on it fall.

"Don't worry, it's not very-"

He was shocked as he was looking at the peculiar, crooked, and strange sailboats gliding among the magnificent clouds I had drawn in colored pencils. I quickly snatched the notebook back. My face was flushed.

"You were serious. Freya, these are amazing." His eyes sparkled.

"You won't make fun of me, will you?" I said, furrowing my brows. I was surprised.

With astonishment and admiration, he shook his head from side to side.

"Why would I? These are incredible."

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course. Please allow me to look at your other drawings in the evening. Maybe we can do something together. I'd love to help."

I laughed. "No, I mean, we can't actually build a flying ship."

"Why not? From what I've seen, you've taken technical notes too. These are not empty dreams. Even if you're not aware, these are dreams you believe can come true."

I turned my head, took a deep breath. "Okay, you can take a look tonight. But right now, my father is waiting for you at the shipyard. You don't want to make him angry." I took out the keychain from my left pocket and we entered the workshop. I found the drawings my father requested and handed them to Nikolai. As he hurried towards the shipyard, I entered the house. My dog Manne jumped in front of me, and I scratched her ears while thinking about what Nikolai just said. Perhaps it could be possible to build a flying ship. And maybe being friends with Nikolai wasn't such a bad thing after all.

[ciaossu-imagines]

hiii! nix here! i saw that you opened your ask box, but i don’t have any requests just yet, so i thought i’d just chat with you instead. i did mention before how your match-up made me consider self-shipping (and you’re so great at promoting it, too). since you are sho-chan and i’s biggest shipper so far, i’ve decided to share some of the self-shipping headcanons i’ve come up with over time, just to supplement the headcanons you did for me. feel free to ignore this if you find this tedious, but here they are:

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i’m actually a night owl, so there might have been some misinterpretations of a piece of information i previously gave you (which is totally fine!). whenever i go out with my friends at night, i tend to head home early, but then i spend the rest of the night lying in bed, glued to my phone, until it’s 3 or 4 a.m.—or until the sun starts to rise. like shoichi, i can get myself up early if i have to, so i’m used to getting only 2 to 4 hours of sleep whenever i have morning classes. not gonna lie, i’m a little scared that it will eventually take a toll on my body. shoichi’s also concerned about that, but i suppose he doesn’t have much room to comment since he’s also a night person himself 🤣 we’re both the same in a way that we find joy in the peacefulness of doing our own things while everyone else in the world is asleep.

my mom can basically whip up anything in the kitchen, and i wouldn’t trade her homemade dishes for any restaurant food. i could see her letting shoichi try most of her culinary creations, and she’d always invite him to any of our family occasions where her food was served. on the other hand, my dad is also a huge guitar enthusiast, so i can envision him and shoichi finding common ground and enjoying conversations, despite being quite different in many other aspects.

shoichi doesn’t really hang out with my two best friends. sure, they do get along well, and my friends have a high regard for him—after all, they know sho-chan fits my ideal type and support him as my boyfriend. however, whenever i’m with them, shoichi understands that i need my time with my girls. he wouldn’t be bothering me at all or demanding my attention, but i still make sure to let him know where i’d be and what i’d be up to with my friends so that he wouldn’t get worried.

i’m quite a picky eater (i don’t know why i forgot to mention that), so whenever sho-chan and i go out to eat, i’ll mostly end up passing the stuff i don’t like (e.g., pickles, tomatoes, eggs) from my food to his plate, and i think that’s something he’s gonna put up with for the rest of his life. sorry, sho-chan.

whenever i’m being introduced to a new board game, i struggle to pay attention during the instructions part (and those board games that involve using strategy? god, i’m so dumb at them!). you mentioned sho-chan being into dungeons & dragons, but i had no idea about the game itself, so when i looked it up on the internet and saw some pictures, i immediately thought, “oh my god, that looks complicated.” 🤣 but for shoichi, i’ll definitely give it a try. i hope he doesn’t mind me looking at him with bedroom eyes while he’s explaining the rules because he’s just so nerdy and enthusiastic about it that i find it cute 🙈

i tend to suffer from hyperacidity, which is triggered when i skip meals or indulge too much in carbonated drinks. it’s quite a hassle, but i never seem to learn my lesson. i could be stubborn as hell, so shoichi sometimes scolds me if he catches me holding my second can of cola. that’s also the reason why he brings travel-size tums in his bag whenever he’s with me because he knows it’s my lifeline sdfhjksdafk

my college course sometimes requires us to perform return demonstrations for specific medical procedures—for example, intramuscular injections, inserting intravenous lines, and such—and shoichi lets me practice on him for those because my brothers flat-out refused (those poor things chose to miss out on the opportunity of becoming my lab rats ☹️). sho-chan does his best to play the role of a patient, even though he’s so awkward and tense, and we often end up stealing kisses from each other in the middle of it. but i’m truly grateful to him. one day, if things go well for me, he’ll be one of the reasons i make it through this hell of a degree (especially since i’ll be graduating next year, and nothing could make me happier).

of course, it goes without saying i’ll do my best to support him with his studies if he requires my help, even if my knowledge is mostly limited to general or medical-related topics rather than those specific to his courses.

i can see sho-chan being roped into my hobbies. occasionally, in the dead of night, i have this thing of trying on some not-so-modest dresses from my closet that i’d probably never wear out and playing around with makeup just to snap a few photos before wiping it all off. shoichi, albeit reluctantly, becomes my makeup practice dummy (he's only cooperative when i promise not to share his photos with akiko). i’m a woman of my word, of course 😉

i actually got my driver’s license last month, so i’m looking forward to having road trips with him as we sing our hearts out to our favorite songs, and then maybe we could hit the beach or go on a camping trip. i see it as a brief escape from our academic obligations for even just a couple of days.

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i’m sorry that it’s long, and thanks for taking the time to read it 🧸🧁⭐️

Yay! Hey Nix! It’s always such a treat to see you in the ask box and thank you for stopping by to chat with me 😊 It makes me really happy and I’m so glad that you’ve been having fun with the self-shipping. It’s really flattering that you think I’m great at promoting it too; I really do try hard to promote anything considered too ‘cringe’ in fandom, since I really feel very passionate about fandom being a safe place where you can be happy doing whatever, without having to worry about whether you’re being ‘cool’ enough to fit into the fandom spaces or if you’ll be teased for this or that. ‘Cringe’ is dead to me, as is gatekeeping or anything else that actively keeps people from fully enjoying something that is meant to be relaxing and fun for everyone. I definitely was so happy to read these to because I am for sure such a fan of this ship! I love all of my reader’s ship, but you and Sho-chan? Just perfect together! These weren’t tedious at all!

I love the idea of you and Shoichi both being night hours and him being worried about you not sleeping enough, but not being able to say anything because like…he’s the same. I can see late night texts to each other definitely being a thing between the two of you, haha, though Mama Bear on this side encourages both of you to get some sleep! Sleep is essential (this is definitely a do as I say, not as I do, but my Zopiclone got taken away because it interferes with another of my pills and that was the only surefire thing that helped my insomnia) and you both deserve it! Though I definitely relate to feeling at peace because the rest of the world is off and sleeping so everything’s quiet and lovely and you get to feel like you’re the only one in the world for a little bit so like, that sentence very much resonated with me.

Your mom is amazing to me, honestly! So much kudos to her because I am not the best chef and I think Shoichi would love getting all that homecooked food. While he loves his mom, cooking was never her real strong suit, so your mom might actually succeed in fattening up a bit. Despite you saying they’re really different in a lot of aspects, I can definitely see him and your dad bonding over guitars and music and general and Shoichi makes friends with your dad, for sure! He might actually really look forward to visiting your home (of course because he loves you and every chance to spend time with you is precious to him) but also just to talk to and chill with your dad! I also fully agree that Sho gives you all the space you need to hang out with your friends and I can see him hanging out with the friends that you’re not really super-close to and you being the same with him. He really would appreciate the fact that you even think to let him know where you are and what you’re up to though, just so he doesn’t worry about you.

Sho would actually be super into the fact that you try so hard to learn D&D for him but he’s quick to realize that you have trouble with the really complicated rules of the game, so I think he convinces the group he plays with (him, Spanner, Gokudera, Byakuran, Chikusa, Haru, Longchamp, Fran, Reborn, and sometimes Dino) to run a one-night more simple, one page tabletop rpg campaign that will be a lot easier for you. I’m thinking something like Himbo Treasure Hunt or something silly and fun like that. (Also, yeah, D&D can definitely be complicated, especially depending on how strict your DM is about all the rules and such…the only game I’ve met that was worse in terms of all the rules you have to learn and all the things you have to keep track of was Magic: The Gathering).

Sho not only carries travel-sized Tums with him everywhere, but when your hyperacidity acts up really bad, I think he eventually starts sharing his stomach pills with you because I definitely believe that boy has stomach pills and definitely has a bleeding ulcer by the time Choice rolls around in the future arc. Note because I work in pharmaceuticals and feel it must be said– please don’t share your prescriptions with people. He’s also more than happy to eat all the food you don’t like for you, especially the eggs. (Side note but you don’t know how happy it made me to learn someone else out there hates eggs too because I get treated like a freak for hating them.) Him being treated as your patient for your demonstrations…that he had to get used to at first but he’s so happy to be able to do something to support you and he’s getting paid in kisses, so he actually might feel like he’s winning there. Same with being used as a guinea pig for you playing around with make-up. He gets to see you in those not so modest dresses after all, so who’s really winning there? Him. He feels it’s definitely him, though please never, ever share those photos, the poor boy would die!

Aww, I just honestly loved everything you typed and shared and just, it put a huge smile on my face so thanks again for sharing!!

[sakurachan7734]

Teenage rebellion

Chapter 3: babysitting

Jackson: how long will you be gone for?

Lanky: probably a few hours you know what the rules are right?

Jackson: yes don’t open the basement, don’t play with dads guns, make sure max and Sarah are safe, no drinking, no having my boyfriends over, no smoking

Lanky: very good

Jackson: why are you putting on a wig? 

Lanky: it’s for disguise because we know the outside world treats us monsters

Jackson: yea I guess you’re right

Lawrence: are you really to go now?

Lanky: yes

Lawrence: alright let’s go

Lawrence and lanky leave the cabin and since Sarah was sleeping at the moment Jackson decided to go up to the roof and smoke

Aristotle:* flys down and sits down next to Jackson* hay

Jackson: hay what are you doing here?

Aristotle: you know why I’m trying to find the perfect cure and I’d figure I stop by to see your pretty face

Jackson: hay you’re the one the pretty face since you’re the bird

Aristotle: whatever pretty boy how is your sister doing?

Jackson: she is doing a bit better we gave her medicine and she’s sleeping right now

Aristotle: that’s good anyway you want to make out?

Jackson:* flicks its cigarette on the ground* is that even a question for you to ask me? * grabs Aristotle and they start kissing*

Meanwhile, with Max and Sarah

Sarah: snack! 

Max: ok i’ll get you a snack for you* gets left over human meat from the fridge* here you go

Sarah: thank you!

Max: your welcome

Back with Aristotle and Jackson

Aristotle: ok ok I have to go now

Jackson: ok bye

Aristotle: bye!* jumps off the roof and runs away*

Jackson:* goes back into the cabin and goes downstairs* aren’t we saving that meat for tomorrow?

Max: it’s just a little bit It should be fine and she was hungry and we don’t have any pre-made food

Jackson: well do you want me to start making dinner?

Max: no we make food at 6 it’s 3 right now

Jackson: ok what do you want to do

Max: well there’s nothing really much to do here besides board games, tv or playing with Sarah so one of those

Jackson: ok

Sarah runs up to Jackson and jumps up and down

Jackson: yes Sarah?

Sarah: play play!

Jackson:* picks up Sarah and puts Sarah on its back* ok here we go!* starts running around the house*

Sarah: weeeee!

Jackson: is this fun?

Sarah: yes!

Jackson: good!

Jackson runs around the house for a few minutes and puts Sarah back in her bed

Sarah: play more!

Jackson: I’m sorry but we can’t play more you need rest to get better

Sarah: ok

Jackson:*walks out the room and shuts the door*

Max: why did you sneak out yesterday? 

Jackson: what?

Max: I heard you and dad arguing yesterday night

Jackson: oh I was just caught, sneaking in when I wasn’t supposed to be outside

Max: because you took dad’s beer?

Jackson: yes

Max: what did it taste like?

Jackson: didn’t have a strong flavor but it was good

Max: ok did you drink it by yourself?

Jackson: no I drank it with my friends

Max: ok did you guys do stupid stuff?

Jackson: no we did not get blackout drunk and ran around naked

Max: by the way you said that it sounds like you did

Jackson: no we did beer won’t automatically get you drunk unlike vodka or anything

Max: yea I guess you’re right

A couple hours later Jackson starts making dinner

Jackson:* cutting up a torso into a bunch of pieces* can you get me some stomach from the basement?

Max: sure * walks to the basement*

Sarah:* walks out her room rubbing her eyes*

Jackson: hi sleepyhead are you hungry?

Sarah nods yes

Jackson: OK I’m cooking dinner right now anyway why don’t you go play

Sarah: ok

Max:* comes back upstairs with 4 stomach organ* here

Jackson: thanks* puts the stomachs in a pot of boiling water*

Max: oh Sarah is awake?

Jackson: yes she’s in the living room playing with her toy trains

Max: she seems to like that train

Jackson: hay trains are cool

Max: anyway is dinner almost ready?

Jackson: yes set out plates and stuff and get Sarah in her high chair

Max: ok

Maxs gets everything set up and puts Sarah in her high chair and Jackson puts a pot on the table and sits down

Max: what did you make?

Jackson:* gives Sarah a bowl* It’s something called stomach stew

Max: so that’s why you needed so many because all of us agreed that the stomach tastes terrible

Jackson: yea but that other cannibal at the bottom of the mountain said that this was delicious so give it a try if you don’t like it you can have the leftovers from yesterday

Max:* takes a bowl of stew* ok 

Everyone starts eating

Max: so why did dads have to go to a fancy restaurant?

Jackson: I think it’s because it’s their anniversary or maybe they want a night to themselves

Max: yea that makes sense when will they be back?

Jackson: probably when we are all asleep

Max: yea unless they want to ha-

Lawrence:* In the living room* kids were home!

Lanky:* in the living room* I told you not to yell because they are asleep by now

Jackson: no we are still awake!

Lanky: nevermind

Lawrence: what did you make Jackson?

Jackson: the stomach stew that cannibal who draws symbols into the ground suggested

Lanky: did you steel her cookbook?

Jackson: no she just told us about this stew and gave us the recipe page and its really good

Lanky: that’s nice but it’s almost time for bed finish up your dinner

Jackson: ok papa

End of chapter

Writers note: Charlie will be in her Melissa body for the next few chapters

















[nightskyfangirl]

Two Kids, Two Sides of the Island: Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: JJ was asleep on the beach when a certain Kook tripped over him. Apparently family issues aren't reserved to Pogues.

Characters: Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank

Also on Ao3 with more chapters

Story below cut

JJ had been asleep for a few hours. The sand was harder than a bed, but it was nice. After surfing for the better part of the day, he had decided against going home. He had everything he needed with him. Water, his surfboard, and the making for a sandwich. On the sand, he felt safer than he ever felt at home. Sleeping on the sand always left him feeling more rested than the sleep he got at Luke’s home. If JJ didn’t passed out from being choked or his head connecting a wall or table a little too hard, he had trouble falling asleep at Luke’s. As much as he hated it, he couldn’t stop himself from being on edge all of the time. Besides, by the time he’d left the house that morning, Luke had already started drinking. The beach was much safer tonight.

He had his surfboard beside him, still tied to his ankle in case someone thought of stealing it. At first, JJ thought someone stealing his surfboard was what had woken him up. Until he realized the culprit had fallen into the sand and hadn’t touched the board.

JJ sat up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. The moon was full, so he was able to recognize the other boy.

Rafe Cameron just tripped over him.

“Seriously, man? This whole beach and you had to trip over me?” JJ asked, sitting up.

“Just go back to sleep. I’m not sticking around.” Rafe’s voice didn’t sound as clear as usual. He sounded almost nasally and choked up.

“What’re you doing out here?” JJ asked, before Rafe could stand up.

“I could ask you the same.”

“Avoiding my Dad,” JJ said, deadpan. “Your turn, kook.”

Usually, JJ would say Kook like it was a curse, but this time it had no heat behind it. He wasn’t really sure why he told Rafe the truth, probably because he was still half asleep, but he felt like it was the right move. Besides, the Maybank situation was common knowledge.

The information seemed to make some of the tension leave Rafe.

“Yeah, I guess I’m about the same,” Rafe said, barely louder than a whisper. Rafe rubbed the back of his hand under his nose.

They didn’t say anything for a few minutes, just watched the water come closer to them, before drifting back out. The waves with the moonlight and the wet sand looked peaceful, but a look at Rafe told JJ that nothing peaceful was going on in his head. His eyes were open, but he wasn’t watching the water. He was in his head, watching something that JJ wasn’t present for.

Eventually, Rafe spoke up again as if they’d never stopped talking.

“He kicked me out again,” Rafe said in a voice so low that JJ barely heard him. Rafe didn’t look at him, keeping his eyes focused on the water. Every muscle looked tense, and his eyes were reflecting the little bit of light around them.

JJ turned to look at Rafe so that Rafe knew he was listening, but he didn’t feel like he should interrupt.

Rafe wiped the back of his forearm on his eye. “I don’t think he wants me around. I made a mistake but every time I make a mistake it is somehow so much worse to him than when Sarah does it. Last week she stole his car and all he wanted was the keys back. He didn’t even yell at her.”

JJ nodded like he knew what Rafe was talking about, but JJ hadn’t ever met Rafe’s dad and he hadn’t spent any time with Sarah. But he knew enough about the Island’s most loved family to understand what Rafe was talking about.

“And before that,” Rafe continued, ignoring JJ, “Dad was called by our school because she was caught buying weed from another kid. He paid the principal off with a donation and they didn’t even call the cops. He gave her some speech about the danger of drugs. If I’d done that…”

Rafe shook his head, not finishing the thought. JJ was able to put the pieces together.

“It was a beer,” Rafe said, shoulders sinking as if the sentence had taken all of the air out him.

JJ frowned. A beer? Sure, they were only fifteen and couldn’t legally drink for another six years, but a beer wasn’t worth kicking a kid out for. Then again, JJ didn’t really have many role models to draw from except Big John and Big John had been sharing sips of beer with John B for as long as JJ had known him.

“I’m never gonna be good enough for him,” Rafe said, monotone. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.

JJ looked away and shrugged. Kie, Pope, or even John B would know the right thing to say, but they all had families. Instead, JJ leaned back into the sand. Little pieces bit into his elbow, but he ignored it. This was a language he spoke. He didn’t have a family to keep an eye out for him, make sure he did his homework, and put dinner on the table. He didn’t even have a family that worried about when he spent the night out on the sand. So, a dad that would never be proud of him? Yeah, he knew what that was like.

“So what, man?” JJ asked. He didn’t have to be looking squarely at Rafe to see the other boy look up in confusion. The move was sharp enough that JJ saw it clearly out the corner of his eye. “We’re only three years away. In three years, we’re eighteen. Then it doesn’t matter what they think. Your dad kicks you out then, you just don’t go back.”

Rafe shook his head, smiling with no humor. “I can’t do that. I’m not like you.”

JJ didn’t have to ask him for clarification. He knew what Rafe meant. Rafe had things to lose. Money, connections, reputation. Things that JJ wouldn’t ever understand.

“Yeah, I guess you’re not.”

“But if I was,” Rafe started, “I would leave. I would go somewhere else with a coast, another city. A place where I could start my own name.”

JJ looked over at him in surprise. He and John B had a game where they came up with all of the things they would do and buy if they were Kooks, but JJ hadn’t ever imagined it from the other side. What would a Kook do if they were suddenly a Pogue?

JJ sat up again so he could see Rafe easier.

“But there would be requirements. I would need money, right? I would probably start a business like a mechanic shop.”

JJ snorted. A kook mechanic. JJ knew they existed, but not down on the Cut where JJ knew most of the mechanics. Even Rafe cracked a small smile at the thought of this fantasy. Then some thought that JJ couldn’t hear crossed Rafe’s mind and his smile fell, his eyes darkening.

“But somewhere that didn’t remind me of him. Somewhere I didn’t have to look over my shoulder.”

JJ nodded. “Mexico.”

Rafe looked over at him.

JJ didn’t mean to reveal his location to Rafe, but he didn’t care much. This moment, this tense friendship would be gone by the time the sun came up and they remembered they weren’t only not friends, they were absolute enemies. But for now, JJ felt he could trust Rafe with this. And somehow, he knew that even after the sun came up and this temporary alliance disappeared, Rafe wouldn’t use this against him.

“I’ve always planned on going to Yucatan. My dad wouldn’t follow me there, and your dad probably wouldn’t follow you either,” JJ said, glancing at Rafe.

Rafe nodded slightly, gears turning in his head. “Maybe so. I’d be shitty mechanic though.”

JJ laughed. “Yeah, you would. Do you even know how to change your car’s oil?”

Rafe frowned. “Nah, I just pay someone.”

“You better learn, kook. Soon other people may be paying you.”

Rafe smiled, a genuine smile. “Maybe so.”

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hello, congrats on 1000 followers, that is huge! This is my submission to the match-up event. I’ll number the answers to each question.

1. I’m transmasc (we could get into the weeds of it all, non-binary, genderfluid, yada yada but that’s the gist of it), use he/they pronouns and I’m bisexual.

2. I’d like to be matched up with a Papa preferably, although a Ghoul would also be cool if you decide it’s my best fit.

3. I’m 5’4, I’ve lost a bit of weight recently so I’m pretty slim but not skinny, my thighs and arms are pretty big still. I’ve also got a bit of muscle showing, but again, not a bunch (I am working on it though). Most of my life I’ve been the chubby one in the friend group so this is new to me. Besides that, I have an hourglass figure (that I hide under baggy clothes) and, unfortunately for me, a very large chest that a binder does little to conceal. I have brown hair that’s wavy (2C), short on the sides and back and longer on top (comes down to my top lip if I stretch it out in front of my face), parted on the side. I also have brown eyes, I’m white (fairly pale), have freckles on my cheeks, nose and arms and a decent amount of moles all over my body. I wear glasses, I have three earlobe piercings in one ear and one in the other that I’m stretching. I dress in a sort of skater-y style, big pants, vans, oversized band T-shirts, hoodies, jean jackets, funky button-ups if I’m being fancy.

4. I think I’m a friendly person but generally pretty shy and I don’t get out much. Right now I’m writing my BA thesis (studying English) after extending my studies which means I finished all of my classes already, so I really spend way too much time at home. I could probably use someone who would help me to go out more but also respect when I have to stay in and recharge since I lean towards introversion (but only slightly). I’m also kind of a perfectionist which causes me to either put way too much effort into something or, paradoxically, way too little because then I can detach myself from it, telling myself that I didn’t try at all so I don’t feel like it matters.

5. I am very on-again off-again with video games (I could spend a year not playing any but then the next few months playing for hours every day) and I prefer narrative-led games. I watch board game playthroughs a lot and over the last year I bought quite a few board games. I like to watch horror movies but I’ve only been to the movie theater a few times since COVID started. I mostly listen to metal lately but there’s very few genres of music that I wouldn’t listen to, only one coming to mind is EDM. I like to sing a lot. I work out almost every day (ideally 6 times a week but it sometimes ends up being 4 or 5), it’s calisthenics and flexibility because I can do it with only a few cheap pieces of equipment alone at home and the gym scares me + it’s expensive. I also write fanfiction which this fandom inspired me to do and I’m very new to it but enjoy it a lot.

6. I’m 23, I live alone, I have two cats that are brother and sister. I was an only child until my dad had another kid in his second marriage but that happened when I was 16 so I don’t really count it since I didn’t grow up with siblings (my brother feels more like a nephew to me). I don’t think I want to be monogamous, because I don’t think I belong to anyone or anyone belongs to me, it’s just too restrictive and boring to me (although if someone I really cared about wanted to be 100% monogamous, I would probably agree to it). My favorite season is spring. I love most animals, especially reptiles, I used to be scared of spiders (I think from the stigma against them) but now I love to see them in my home and let them stay. But I’m absolutely terrified of the ocean and the creatures that live in it.

I am so sorry that this is so long but I tend to ramble and overshare when talking about myself. If this is too long, feel free to ignore.

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is…Papa Emeritus III

He loves stealing… I mean borrowing your clothes . As much as he enjoys his fancy outfits he adores putting on one of your hoodies and curling up on the couch. Preferably with you in his arms. It helps him unwind after a hard day at work.

He will come and keep you comapny while you exercise, he wants to support you and he often joins in. There will also be quite a lot of flirtatious glances from him.

One time he says "I can think of a much better way for us to work out together caro. hmm? You would like that no?" you cannot miss the sultry tone of his voice and the look he gives you as he draws you to him.

He is really supportive/understanding of your perfectionsim. Despite his playful front he does understand a need to do things to a high standard. He gets like that over his music. So he tries to help you balance it out.

If you are working on your thesis, he sometimes needs telling to just let you work. He loves being there for moral support and he is surpirsingly helpful and knowledgeable. But he gets a little distracted sometimes and just kinda goes off on one. So when you do say that you just need some peace and quiet to think he just pouts at you. Then after a moment he'll nod in understanding, give you a kiss and leave you to it. He will also bring you plenty of your favourite drink to keep you going.

He will definitely encourage you to go out more. He loves going out with you and you both always have a lot of fun. He can also spot when you need to recharge and he plans a cozy night in with a film or something.

He is chill about not being monogamous. It works well for him too and he has similar views to you. He values very highly the emotional connection you two share and he only has that with you. It means the world to him.

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Written by Nyx

[miamoo27]

Chapter 3 I hate you mom and dad

My father joined a country club across from the hospital. It had a pool, tennis court, resturant and an ice rink. My father was always making me join things and he signed me up for lesson with an instructor when I was 7 years old.

I immediately excelled in it. My parents were impressed my whole family was. I had no friends there. I did not socialize with any of them. One of there moms wanted to fuck my dad and I could sense it. At one of my compettions when I was in 3rd grade my mom was sick and was home with my brother. It was just my dad there and she asked him if he was single. It was so awkward hearing this i ran to the bathroom for the 100th time and peed while thinking about what I just heard.

My dads money and looks were apparent to me. Seeing woman constantly flirting with him was disgusting when I knew my mom was 100 times better looking then all of them. But as a child my dad was for the most part a great father. He bonded with us taking me and Sam to pizza hut every saturday while we ran errands. He would let us listen to music loud while he drove us around in his jeep with the top down. He was a fun dad. When my parents got along I could see the spark the give eachother. When they fought they both turned into the devil my mom screaming while he ignores her or leaves the house.

By 5th grade I got my period at the special ed school I went at for only half a year. My mom hated driving the hour to get me and pick me up which resulted in her consuming way more xanax than her doctor prescribed. Sometimes driving me home with her eyes half shut. One day our cleaning lady had to drive with her to pick me up because my mom was having a panic attack. My mom slept while Mara our cleaning lady asked me about my day.

In her beautiful brazilian accent she said, "Mom is stressed and tired she loves you, you know that?" She paused looking at me in the dask board mirror. My head phone banged drakes "Take Care" album

"I dont know" I said and I put my earphone back and continued listening to drake while fantaising about a different life. The conversation ended and my mom heard none of it. Sleeping with Gucci sunglasses on a Marlboro lights on her lap.

Dont get me wrong my mother was not all that bad. She still cooked for my brother and I, took care of us when we were sick and always had a roof over our head and food on the table. However, she let life get the most of her. She knew my dad was not inlove with her anymore. It broke her heart in a million pieces the only way she knew how to solve it was drugs and alochol. She felt bad about who she become. She came to the realization that her sister brought up her kids, her husband only provided for her but gave her 0 support and understanding. She felt meaningless.

I was 13 when my moms drinking and pills got insane. My dad had moved out when I was in 7th grade and my mom drug and alochol use continued to get worse. My fathers occassional visits to our house to fuck my mom were making the problem worse. He would randomly come over beacause Sam and I hated going to his rented house in Englewood. It was not our home this was. But his time "home" was not spent with nice conversation with us. It usually was him and my mom fighting, Sam and I crying in our rooms and then my dad sometimes sleeping over. I hated it. I would tell my mom to divorce him just so there was some peace. But she couldnt she was afraid. I would steal alochol so she would not drink it, sometimes I would drink some of it myself. I would try and find pills she had and either throw them out or stash them away. I was always on the hunt for finding something of my moms. All of this made me grow up in a short period of time. I went from child to adult in no time. I watched everyones movement, I became hypervilligant of my parents and now brother who was drinking excessively at 15. Everything was a worry. I never did work because by the time I got home from school I was exhausted. When I was in school I could not focus because I was exhausted from my thoughts, the stimuli and everything around me. My teachers became worried.

I met Chandler at a terrible time. Chandler became my other best friend. Yasmine and her did not get along. Chandler was beautiful and just like me she had to grow up fast and her body and mine did too. We both had boobs and hips all the guys wanted us even the older ones. She was not nice though.

Chandlers mom also was beautiful and not in the crazy damsel in distress way mom was. CHandlers mom was a queen. Chandler also was a millionaire. She grew up where the emphasis of life is money and beauty and fucking men. I became indulged in it. Having someone to talk to about sex, drugs and alochol who got it was amazing. We got drunk together in 7th grade when I stole a bottle of red wine. We pretended to pole dance and laughed talking about who we want to fuck marry kill. She was there for my first drunk and first kiss.

"Mia Travis told me your mom is doing Percocet" Chandler told me as a warning. Like I would not want people talking about me.

"OK" I knew my mom was taking drugs but I did not know how Travis knew unless his mom told him since our moms were friends.

"You should..." Chandler began to speak

"I should what? deny that my mom is a drug addict no I dont care." I shot back at her. I hated when people cared what others thought. But I also was deeply embarrassed and hurt my friend would not comfort me.

I got up and left and walked over to Yasmines. I knocked frantically when Yasmine opened the door letting me cry in her arms. I told her about Chandler and my mom, we both sat in silence for a bit. Letting ourselves feel the pain. When I was hurt, I hurt myself, I loved emo music so I began to slit my wrists.

Strike one. When I slit my wrists I thought of a guy saving me. I dont know why I did but it is what got me through. I thought of a life so far away it was hard to stay in a place of reality. I detatched mysef and let my mom fall asleep while making lasgnana I stopped caring. I went out with a 19 year old my freshmen year and started smoking pot with him and letting him lick my neck and nipples. I explored everythign I wanted because I was allpwed to have my shit too. My parents got to fuck around and destroy there family then I will too. I disrespected men I did not trust them so I used them. My fathers cheating did not help and the fact that I found out about it.