#she might come by later today with my dad to pick up some stuff

[alba1221141]

Mary Janes

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

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Arcane High school AU Jinx x female!reader

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Jinx

"You got the stuff?"

"Yes, dumbass, when do I not?" My hand dives into my pocket. Out comes the 5g of Mary Jane.

"Now this? This is quality. High-end." I waggle the bag. "Don't waste it. Got it?"

Today's buyer nods. He's a boy, tall enough, with the kind of face that might make him passable to get with. He's definitely, probably, bought the weed hoping to get into some druggie girl's pants.

"$20." I hold my hand out.

Cue the grumbling. Expletives.

But hey, there it is—the crisp twenty, right in my palm.

"Pleasure doing business with ya!" I grin, pocketing the money as the boy walks away with a newfound swagger in his step.

Dealing’s not hard—not for me, at least. Dear old Dad supplies the goods: weed, ecstasy, coke, sometimes mushrooms. I supply the school. Easy. Weed’s the favorite, though. Always weed.

Then—ugh. That sound.

Click. Click.

Mary Janes.

I grimace.

And there she is. Little Miss Expert Saboteur. Brows furrowed. Lips tight. Clipboard ready.

"Ah, toots." I peel myself off the wall, sauntering over. "Come to ruin my fun again?"

"Dealing contraband is forbidden on school grounds," Y/N has to push the words out It looks like it hurts her to even utter the word contraband.

I clutch my chest, gasp. "Oh no! A crime! A horrific, terrible crime!" I stagger back, mocking it up real big. "Lock me away forever, toots!"

Nothing. Not even a smirk.

She scribbles on that stupid clipboard, eyes all slitty.

"Ohhh, I see how it is," I sneer, stepping closer. "Writing me up, huh?"

"Knock it off, Jinx," she snaps.

I raise my hands. Innocent. Halo practically glowing. "What? I didn’t mean to offend Little Miss Brown Nose."

Clipboard. Thrown. Smack.

And she’s off. Stiff-backed. Nose high.

I pick up the clipboard. Flip it open.

"Jinx, dealing pot on school grounds again. Issue: week detention."

I snort. Same old crap. She’s such a kiss ass.

Me and her? History. Friends once. Used to be. Past tense. Before she became this tight-ass snob. Okay, fine—maybe part of it’s on me. Messed-up kid. Scary. Whatever. But the kicker? Silco takes me in, and just like that—childhood, fairy tales, besties—splat.

I chuck the clipboard into the trash and light it up.

Flick. Flame.

The fire snaps to life, chomping through her pathetic little notes like it’s starving.

I watch, arms folded, leaning back, enjoying the show. A grin creeps onto my face, sharp and hungry.

The flames crackle, roaring as they climb up the sides of the trash can. The heat bites at my skin, but I don't flinch.

And then—BOOM.

The trash can goes off like a cheap firecracker, bursting with a loud pop. I grin at the sight.

Her precious clipboard? Allllll gone.

"Oopsie,"

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

Y/N

Gosh, gosh, gosh!

She just has to mess up everything all the time. And she just had to keep the clipboard, god knows what shes done to it, probably discovered a way to it into some kind of powder to snort.

And why on earth did she have to taint the school with her sketchy little deals, is it that hard to refrain from drug dealing on school property, apparently for Jinx its a severe struggle.

Gosh and to think i'd once associated myself with her, well... she was different then, less... deranged. She was Powder, but anyone with half a braincell could see the foundations of Jinx, the outbursts, the meltdowns... it was only a matter of time before she cracked... i just wished it was later rather than sooner i just wanted more time.

I slam the locker shut, hard enough to make it rattle. Ugh, why was I even thinking about her? Like, seriously, what is wrong with me? A fixation? Gross. Absolutely disgusting. I yank at the buttons on my shirt, finally grabbing my cheerleading top and shimmying into it.

"Whats going on with you today?" Mel nudges me making me jump. “You missed Caitlyn’s romantic musings. Again. Which as trivial as they are you seem to love.”

Caitlyn huffs, "They're not trivial... just why cupcake why does she persist with that damn name, but that's beside the point... what's going on with you, you've been blanking out."

"No, no, I'm fine, probably PMSing is all." I deflect leaning against the locker.

Mel, Caitlyn, and I have been tight since freshman year. Well, me and Caitlyn long before that. Her parents—the Kirammans—are, like, dripping in generational wealth. Private tutors, fancy everything, the whole deal. Then, because Caitlyn absolutely insisted, they finally caved and let her go to public school.

After the whole disaster with Pow—no, Jinx—we kind of just... found each other. Both of us needed normal, and we’ve been best friends ever since.

Mel's a senior, a year above us, but when we showed up at Piltover Community three years ago, she just... adopted us to put it simply. She’s a Medarda—her family owns part of the trust that funds the school. Everyone kisses her feet. Head of student council, Model UN, you name it.

Cheerleading practice goes by without anymore qualms until... Water’s spraying from the celling everywhere, that damn beeping piercing everyone's ears — the fire alarm. It’s not a drill. Cait and I would've been told, Mel would've given us the heads up.

But I know exactly who it is. Blue braids trailing behind a certain figure slipping out of the gym. She spots me instantly, turns around, and—the audacity—winks at me.

Jinx

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authors note: hey this is my first fanfiction on Tumblr, hope you like it :) please like and reblog!

[ritahayworrth]

happy birthday to her!!!!!

[wordy-little-witch]

I am now hip deep in the Edge of Midnight campaign from legends of avantris and lemme tell you some shit -

1) I would lay down my life for Jericho Sticks without any hesitation. Torbek and Jericho are my sons now, no takesies backsies.

2) Lethica and Marius are so perfectly aligned to be end game lovers but I personally adore the idea of them being queerplatonic if only bc it's funny to watch people be confused and I think Lethica would adore that.

3) you can pry the concept of Briggsy having a some kind of magical fantasy cellphone equivalent from my cold dead hands - sending stone or smth idfk - and he's been keeping his buddy/boyfriend Torbek updated on all this like "Becky you would not BELIEVE what happened today-" ((listen I know the flirting bit between them in the yuletide one-shot was a feycurse but leave me alone it's funny as fuck))

4) briggsy @ jericho in ep 24 appropos nothing: Jerry, maybe we have to kiss ((sad, silly twinks with Literal Darksides are his type /j))

5) I have a friend-crush on Nikkie and I will never recover

6) I have an unyielding NEED to have Jericho get a final hit on a boss and yell yeehaw

7) I know stylistically Jericho doesn't have "skin" but I personally hc that his clothes aren't effectively his skin, he has a burlap body - and he has "tattoos" in the form of embroidery. It started when he had to stitch up his own cuts and stuff and he just kept it up.

8) Only Yorgrim has any constant sense of cooking in an actual kitchen-like setting. Farryn, Marius, and Briggsy can do journey or on-the-road cooking, but it's never.... great. Lethica burns everything somehow or gets the bright idea to 'experiment', and it's never good - she's fine if she's got clear end goals. Jericho is understandably skittish around fire due to his body and straw, but he is the closest to being able to cook well and do so semi regularly.

9) Virgil is a weird mix of a hater and lowkey overprotective. He does hate being imprisoned, but also he's kinda bound here so he HAS to keep this disaster of a bard safe. He refuses to admit he might have a soft spot. He is Stressed.

10) Farryn doesn't get the appeal of Girls Nights, but Jericho does!!! They join Lethica for some fun relaxation. Briggsy once asked why Jericho was allowed since he's also a dude, and Lethica just responded "he's allowed to be there - on account of him being a scarecrow and not a literal man after all." It's an inside joke which later has to be explained - Jericho is nonbinary but doesn't rightly care about stuff like that.

11) Yorgrim is the group dad, no I will not explain.

12) sometimes after a battle, Lethica and Marius will help stitch up some of Jericho's tears. Farryn may also add in random flowers she finds around because it makes him happy.

13) Briggsy is small but mighty. The only person he has yet to pick up and carry is Yorgrim - he swears that one day that tombstone will be gone and he'll be able to do it. It's all the rock's fault, he's sure of it.

Spoilers under the cut (caught up to present)

OKAY so I am caught up completely and have decided that Canon is not important leave me alone

• Yorgrim did not die - he got wounded heavily but survived.

• Farryn almost got taken but they got to her in time. She is mute for a time due to injuries and trauma - idk if she ever talks again bc we could use more sign language in the world. Maybe it comes and goes, fuck if I know, idk and idc

ONWARDS TO SILLIES

• Lethica strong armed her way into giving Jericho The Talk after he revealed he had no idea what a penis was. Scarecrows cannot blush, but apparently his fiendish glow can ebb and flow and he glows much MUCH brighter when he's embarrassed - she tries so hard not to laugh.

• Adella and Jericho btw are simply besties. His "crush" on her is a friend crush and Phillip just finds it painfully cute. ((Also -> Jericho has mommy issues and Adella always wanted a son/nephew/little brother. Peaceful alignment))

• Dark Mode Marius is a colossal flirt but still a giant dweeb. He's cool and suave until someone flirts back - then he's a mess.

• Briggsy is very happy with his Kannon & makes "shooting my shot" jokes at every and any opportunity

• Yorgrim, with his reward, manages to finally lay many souls tonrest but he still carries the tombstone on journeys - just not constantly now. He still believes he must pay penance, but it's a little easier to share the burden.

• Farryn, with her own reward, has not chosen to activate it yet. Something tells her to wait, to bide her time and remain. She does, however, get a little more at ease with the others. She and Jericho have come to an understanding, too - that being they they are a package deal, no takesies backsies, and they refer to each other as twin, much to the confusion of many, many, many people. WLW and NBLM solidarity.

• Jericho is pining HARD for Marius, but he's absolutely terrified of damaging the friendship so everyone is watching two oblivious dummies look longingly into each other.

• POLYAMORY POLYAMORY POLYAMORY

• Marius grows rather fond of Virgil, and the sentiment is very much NOT reciprocated bc this angry knight vampire is not good enough for his vessel and he's mad about it.

• Yorgrim: I've only had my friends for a few days, but if anything happened to them, I'd kill everyone in Druskenvald and then myself.

• I fully expect for Jericho to somehow befriend an enemy in disguise, not realize, and accidentally fuck up the evil plan with the powers of puns, music and friendship (/j)

• the first time the party sees Jericho presenting more feminine, he's been lended one of Lethica's dresses after his own clothes got torn up and the rest are being washed. Marius has a nosebleed and faints. Briggsy is staring somewhat respectfully. Lethica is trying valiantly not to laugh. Farryn and Yorgrim regret not dying when they had the chance.

• Marius: i cannot have a relationship because I have sworn to follow the duchess of sin

Lillith: whoa hold up, Do Not use me as an excuse to avoid the cutie pie over there. Besides, he has a demon. I'm queen of hell. I can make a small exception.

Marius: shit

• Briggsy Bi Icon: OH if ONLY Jerry here had a DASHING KNIGHT to SAVE THEM from this PERILOUS INCIDENT

Jericho: captain, I'm just getting off of a horse??

Marius: no no Briggsy has a point, no maiden should be unaccompanied or unassisted. Allow me-

Lethica&Farryn: We Know What You Are

• Yorgrim is watching all this inter party flirting and is definitely wondering if he's gonna have to have an aside with everyone about flirting tactics and communication skills. Briggsy is making it worse by enabling everyone.

• Farryn gets some sweet, succulent healing, that is all.

[lkfarrout]

Fifty (family fic)

No ships, just Stan being a father figure

Summary: Wendy finds herself in a tough situation and has to ask Stan for money

Warnings: light angst, mature themes (16+)

"Come in!"

With a shaky hand, Wendy slowly opened the door to Stan's office. Her boss was sat at his desk, fez off, a pen and calculator in hand. His frustration at the figures in front of him permeated the room.

"Wendy?" He barely glanced up at her before returning to his work, "Its your day off, kid. What do ya need?"

"Umm..." Wendy considered saying 'nevermind' and just walking out. But she didn't really have a choice. "...fifty dollars."

Stan started to laugh until he looked up and saw the tears welling in Wendy's eyes.

He rose to his feet and she continued, talking very quickly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Pines. You can take it out of my next paycheck, but I need it today. I didn't know who else to ask."

He came around and leaned on the edge of his desk, arms crossed. "What's it for?"

She just looked at the floor and rang her hat in her hands.

He moved closer and placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, "Look, kid. Whatever you did, I'm sure I did worse at your age. D'ya owe someone money?" She shook her head.

"Then what's it for?"

"You can't tell my dad."

"Okay, I won't."

Wendy continued to avoid his gaze.

"What's it for, kid?"

Wendy sighed, "...plan B."

Stan took a step back and rubbed the back of his neck. "I see."

An awkward silence filled the room.

Stan continued with a light chuckle, "It's fifty bucks these days? Sweet moses, I'm gettin' old."

Wendy didn't laugh.

"Look, it'll be alright. Head out to the car, I'll give the twins an excuse and meet you out there, okay?"

Wendy muttered a thank you and quickly left the room.

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A rock song played inaudibly on the radio and Wendy stared out the passenger window at the trees going by.

Stan gripped the wheel, trying to think of anything to say.

He stuttered as he began, "Kid, I-- look, I aint gonna pry you for details. But if I need to go knock some sense into some knucklehead kid, I will."

"It's fine."

"It was some knucklehead kid, right? Not, y'know... an adult?" Stan cringed at his own question, but damnit, if he was gonna let some creep take advantage of a young girl like Wendy.

Wendy nodded, "Yeah, just Robbie."

"So why the hell isn't he paying for this?" He'd meant it as a joke, but quickly realized how mean it sounded.

"Look, I aint mad about paying for it, I just. He needs to learn some responsibility."

"We were responsible. It just, broke. And neither of us had the money. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I'm... glad you told me."

Stan pulled the car into a parking spot.

"Stay here."

"It's okay, I can get it."

Stan insisted, "No, someone will recognize ya. I don't want you in any trouble."

He cracked the windows and shut the door with a click. Several minutes later, he returned and handed her a bag. "Hope that's the right stuff."

Wendy dug through it, surprised to find a bottle of water, a comic book, and a bar of chocolate in addition to the small cardboard box she expected.

She looked at Stan, who shrugged. "Figured you might need a little pick-me-up."

"Thanks, Mr. Pines. I'll work an extra day, or--"

He cut her off and waved his hand in the air, "Ah forget that, consider it free. It was... less expensive than I thought anyway." He looked away suspiciously before glancing back at her.

She punched him lightly in the arm, "You stole it?"

"No!" Stan protested, "I paid..."

She raised her eyebrows at him and he finished, "...for the water."

Stan laughed and Wendy smiled for the first time that morning. But her smile quickly dissipated with his next question.

"So, should I take you home?"

The look on her face was the only answer he needed. "Alright, you can hang at the shack today. But you'll have to put on a happy face for Dip and Mabel."

Wendy sighed, relieved, "Yeah, I will."

"I told the kids I was picking up lunch. How's pizza sound?"

---

They entered through the giftshop. Stan held the door open for Wendy with one hand, a pizza box in the other.

"Hey, uh, make sure you read that box real close and if you start to feel sick at all, let me know, okay?"

"I will, thanks." Wendy stayed behind like they'd discussed, and he continued toward the main part of the house before pausing.

"Oh, and use the phone in here to call Robbie. He should know that you got things worked out."

Wendy nodded and gave him a small smile.

"Guess who got pizza!"

The twins exclaimed happily and started to dig in.

Through a mouthful, Stan casually spoke. "Oh hey, save some for Wendy, I saw her walkin' over just a minute ago."

[baddiewiththebook]

ONE OF THEM [PART 2]

-> Dating your best friend Eddie Munson might have been pictured differently in your head. Despite a blissful weekend, you’re met with a few bumps in the road; and, your friends slowly figure out that what you're doing in private crosses the boundaries between friend and lover.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, secret relationship, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive scenes [no smut]

[Part 2] [Part 3]

This is a sequel to One of the Boys

-> <-

"Five minutes," Steve counts on his watch. "I swear I'm leaving her."

Adjusting the itchy Family Video vest against his chest, Steve has had enough patience with Robin. He slams his fist into the horn on his car hoping the entire neighborhood wakes up. Maybe they could riot to her front door to get her out of bed.

Steve twists the dial to his radio. Seriously, where is this girl? Every morning at seven o'clock, Steve stops by her house to give her a ride to school. And, every morning the same routine plays like a horribly tuned piano. Well, today's the day, Steve puts his foot to the gas pedal.

"She can walk to school," hand on the gear shift, Steve readies to peel off the curb and zip down the street. But, he doesn't.

No, Steve is far too gentle of a soul to leave his friend out on the edge of a cliff like that. Allowing a puff of hot hair to escape, he rests back in the drivers seat and takes his foot away from the pedal. Maybe knocking some sense into his head would do the trick. He bends forward onto the steering wheel. The horn beeps, and deafens him.

Robin yanks open the car door. "Good morning, sunshine!"

"Next time-" Steve says lifting his head.

"'Next time, I'm leaving you!'" Robin slots into the passenger side, and buckles herself into the car. "Anything new with you?"

Steve doesn't like to believe that he's gotten so predictable. In fact, all driving around Robin to school and the the endless amount of freshman that need rides to go to and from their stupid after school club, Steve contemplates asking for compensation. But, again, he's not that guy.

"What took you so long?" He asks.

Robin scoffs. "I was in the bathroom. What? You want me running out here with my pants down leaving a trail behind me? I don't think so."

"Thank you for that visual, Robin," Steve winces.

Sure, she's running a few fifteen minutes late, but doesn't everyone have at least one bad day - or a week - or month - or year?

Robin sat straight up in her bed that morning with a pile of drool next to her on her pillow. Hair stuck straight out on one side of her head like it was trying to escape her. Yes, she could hear every horn honk that came from Steve Harrington's car, and no she did not make it her mission to torture him every morning by being late.

Her power went out. Or, maybe she slept through her alarm. Potayto; potahto. Either way, she smudges on a bit more blush from her compact in her bag, she's in the car now right?

"Did you eat breakfast?" Steve already know's she'll say 'no.' "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know. And, don't you have a test in first period? Shouldn't you be focusing on that instead of . . . what is that pink stuff?”

"It's blush, Steven," She teases. "You sound like my dad."

"Ha ha," he quips back. "Backseat."

Robin stretches around to see a brown paper bag soaking in it's own juices. He's stopped at the diner, before he came to pick her up. Sure that might have been his lunch for later in his shift, but he would rather not have his friend pass out while trying to recite the alphabet or whatever they teach these days.

"Stevie!" Robin pouts her lip.

"Shut up," he jokes.

Their relationship is platonic, although Robin did have to wave off Steve’s crush on her. She’s not into him, nor is she into any other man she’s ever come across. As a friend, however, Steve has turned into one of her closest. She relies on him, especially with him withholding her biggest secret. She’s very gay.

On the way to school, Hawkins is still all the same gray town. Cool weather blows winds through the streets freezing them all like icicles. Snow this year is said to be minimal, but freezing temperatures suggest otherwise.

Pulling into the parking lot of his old high-school, Steve hits his breaks sending Robin sliding forward. She clutches her bag, and adds a screwed look upon her face.

“My bad,” Steve doesn’t sound very apologetic. But, nonetheless, they’re friends and he has to pull her leg when she pulls his.

Robin springs from the car with her backpack in her hand, and her breakfast sack hanging out of her mouth. She muffles something along the lines of ‘thank you’ lost in translation behind the paper bag.

You wouldn’t know from the outside looking in, but Robin is quite apprehensive about school. There’s only so many crowds, and so many people that she can manage at one time. That’s usually why she’s on the hunt for someone she knows so bright and early - to defend her of the rampaging school children.

For example, Jason Carver is one of the biggest a-hole’s in the school. But, people still praise him like a King. That was Steve once, so she tries not to be too harsh when she judges him. But, he’s not making the best case for himself when he’s threatening a freshman boy for flunking Jason's homework. Jason’s minions are given the order to toss him into the dumpster, and Robin has the smarts to look away.

Robin swings open the double doors to be smacked in the face with the thick musk of high school air. She’s a bit late, so she thought that maybe people had begun flocking to class. Wrong. She dodges some kid parading around with an easel with the legs sticking out, so at least no one would bump into him.

There’s a window of opportunity for her to swing into her home room, and chow down on her breakfast before Mrs. Brown doesn’t scold her for not sharing with the rest of the class. She’s got about ten minutes until the bell rings, and Mrs. Brown is no where to be seen. She’s probably got her head over the copier grinding the gears a little too hard to give out weeks worth of homework due tomorrow. That’s her favorite.

As Robin sits in her usual spot, she opens the greasy bag in front of her. Bundled under a pile of trash from Steven’s breakfast burrito, she does find herself a single sandwich. Ham and Swiss cheese with far too many thick slabs of tomato for her liking. She lets the tomato slide off in a pile of sad gooey slime, and then places the bread back on top of the sandwich to complete it.

“I’ll see you later,” the usual conversation between classmates bores Robin, but the sound of your voice piques her interest.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later,” Eddie’s words draw out low and deep.

You’re giggling now, and Robin tilts her head to the open door. Without checking for other occupants, you swing Eddie into your shared home room to plant a various amount of wet kisses to his lips.

Frozen in time, Robin sits like a statue. She knows she’s not supposed to witness the exchange. Especially by Eddie overlooking his shoulder a number of times, before running off down the other hallway. You chase after him, but only to learn into the hallway to watch him run off.

You’re completely smitten.

Robins never known you to be this unaware. There’s a time and a half that she’s readied you for dates, but she’s never seen that shine in your eye, the flush on your cheeks or the floating just above the ground where the rest of us are.

How she skirted past being caught by you or Eddie is mind blowing. But, you’re in a ‘love bubble’ that’s impenetrable.

Robin grabs a thick needle, and jabs at the edges until the bubble bursts as you sit down. Forgetting the sandwich, and the painful growls from her stomach, Robin now twists in her seat making the chair moan.

“Good morning, Robin,” you’ve got cupids arrow in your ass. “When did you get here?”

“I don’t know,” her sarcasm is drooling from her mouth now. “Sometime before you and Eddie started making out at the door.”

Your stomach flips, and your face drops down back to earth. “Uh, oh.”

Robins bounces. “When did that happen?”

“Last Friday, after school,” you blurt as the bell rings. “Listen Robin, you can’t tell anyone what you saw. Please? We’re just trying to keep a low profile for a while.”

The classroom begins to fill, while you’re still silently begging for your friend to keep her mouth shut for once in her life. Robin’s the worst at keeping secrets!

And, Robin does go through the list of who she’ll blab too first. She could tell Steve because he would just reply ‘Who?’ and get all squinty. Or, she could tell Dustin, who’s really close to Eddie. That’s a fair trade.

That’s when Robin notices the gray plume of smoke floating into the classroom. A haze of green and gold glitter spiral into the archway. Suddenly, the mask drops to the tile floor. And what’s left?

Roxie Martin.

Robin might have a bit of an imagination, but what is very real is the absolute terror stricken fear written across your face. She’s a ball of evil with a bat hidden in her bra - probably.

Yeah, Robin thinks that she’ll keep quiet for a while.

“Good morning, class,” Mrs. Brown zips into the classroom with a years worth of paper stacked in her grip. “Roxie, please find your seat. And, unless you have enough to share with the rest of the class, put away your food, Robin.”

Robin’s stomach growls.

-> <-

tags: @stardustingold @loves0phelia @ogoc-19 @hellfirenacht @blackholegladiator @alligator-person @eggo-segual @rustboxstarr @harmfulb1tch

[igot-sarang-ggg]

Jolyne's Teacher pt.4 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Chapter 4- Monday

Chapter 3- Coffee | Masterlist | Chapter 5- Friday

Small Summary of series: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class.

"Dad is it necessary for me to go to school today? Ms. L/n isn't gonna be here." I brushed Jolyne's hair styling it the best I could. "You need to go. School is very important Jolyne." She crossed her arms pouting, "I hate it!" I smiled at her, kissing the top of her head, "I know but you just gotta go..." I finished her hair, "How does it look?" I handed her the mirror, she smiled brightly looking at herself in the mirror. "I love it dad!" She kissed my cheek hugging me tightly, "Glad you like it. Come on we have to get going." 

I dropped off Jolyne at school and headed towards that cafe Ms. L/n showed me. I don't start work until later, so why not enjoy some tea in the meantime. I sat down at a table nearby reading some work files. Someone taped my shoulder, "Mr. Kujo, it's nice to see you again." It was Ms. L/n. "Nice to see you too. What brings you here this early? Jolyne said you had the day off?" Placing the papers back in the folder I  singled her to sit down at the vacant sit in front of me. She sat down with a drink in her hand, "I did but I couldn't sleep in... Might as well start the day early with some coffee." She smiled taking a sip of her drink. "Mm," she cleared her throat, "Has Jolyne told you about the parent teacher meeting on friday?"

"Meeting? Did something happen?" I questioned her. I was worried Jolyne might have done something. She Chuckled, "Jolyne isn't in any trouble, if that's what you're worried. It's just a group meeting after school to discuss some field trips, chaperone, class activities, and other stuff." 

Jolyne never mentioned it to me, I looked at Y/n who was stirring her drink. "No she hasn't told me... Is it a mandatory thing?" I asked her. "No, it's not mandatory to attend." She looked at me, her eyes were saying otherwise like she was begging or waiting me to go. I looked away grabbing at the tip of my hat covering my face a bit, "Geez... I'll see if I can go." She smiled at me, and then looked at her watch.

 "I have to get going, it was nice you seeing again Mr. Kujo," Y/n stood from her seat, I didn't notice till now but she was wearing these tight leggings that hugged her legs and thighs just right and a sports bra covered with a sweater that was barely zipped up, I guess she was going to the gym or for a run. She placed her hand in front of me, I took it; soon realizing how small her hands were compared to mine. "It was nice seeing you, too." She smiled, "I hope to see you again on Friday after school." And like that she left. 

 I focused on the paperwork I was previously looking at before Y/n showed up. As I looked at them I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched, I can still feel that same presence from the first time I met with Y/n here. Could she have some sort of stand? Or maybe someone here is a stand user? It can't be... This looks like some old Cuban cafe...

But yet it could be possible

I grabbed my things and headed out. I rather work at the office I don't want to find out if there's a stand user here.

Sometime later

I waited outside the schools pick up area waiting for Jolyne. "Mr. Kujo!" Someone called out for me. I looked over to see a women that looked about my age. She approached reaching out her hand, "I'm Ms. Jones was a substitute for your daughters class today." I shook her hand, "It's nice to meet. I believe we met once if I'm not mistaken." I tried to pull away my hand but she still had a grip on it, "I'm sorry." She pulled away and smiled at me. I've never felt uncomfortable meeting someone before, but she really did give off a weird vibe. I just hope Jolyne comes out soon.

 "Dad!!!" Jolyne came running towards me; I bent down to her height embracing her in a hug. "Hey Jolyne, how was school?" I pulled her closer whispering in her ear, "Plan twenty." I pulled away standing.

 "School was good. Let's go! You said you would take me to park after school." She started tugging at my arm pulling me away from her substitute teacher, "Lets go!" I laughed at her, "Okay, I'm going." We walked over to the car and got in. "What happened dad? Why did you ask me to use plan twenty?" She asked, I started the car and drive off, "That substitute teacher of yours was... Was a bit odd." Plan twenty was something I came up with due to people making me feel uncomfortable and if Jolyne feels uncomfortable around someone she also uses that code so we both know when to go or come up with an excuse to leave. "Ms. Jones is a little weird." I looked at Jolyne she was looking at her hands, "Dad?" 

 "Hmm?" 

 "Does Ms. L/n make you wanna use plan twenty? Michel said he saw you and Ms. L/ n at a cafe shop on Saturday." An image her showing up at our doorsteps came to mind the shy look she gave me when I opened the door, "So far she doesn't... You're teacher Ms. L/n seems like a good person."

 "Am I still grounded?"

 "We can go to the park for an hour but that's it."

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[marymary-diva17]

Hello. Could you make one story where Neteyam survives the shot, but and paralyzed and on depression. He's family tries the best to help him, somehow.

neteyam x female aonung + sully family

After the battle with the humans and victory for the navi, there had been much lost before the war and during the battle. Now it was time for recovery and moving on, as everyone was getting back to some what normal life there were some stuff that might not be able to recovery that easily and will take some time.

angi " perfect" angi had gotten up from the ground and soon picked up a basket filled with food and other stuff as well. She was on her way to go see the sully family and see now neteyam was doing, he had been shot but had been saved by his grandmother and ronal along with the help of the humans.

ronal " off to see the sully family again my daughter"

angi " yes mother I was planning to go alone or with my siblings if they wish to come, I can come back right away to take care of my baby brother"

ronal " no it okay my daughter go be with your siblings and friend, I can take care of your brother you have been helpful enough for this family and the sully family" ronal was holding her baby son who was smiling at his sister.

angi " yes mother"

ronal " This that necklace for neteyam"

angi " yes I was hoping it will make him feel better he still resting and I thought this will bring a smile to his face"

ronal " that wonderful"

tsireya " sister are you going to see the sully family today"

angi " yes"

rotxo " can we come please"

angi " sure I was planning to ask you both if you haven't left yet"

rotxo " well come on lets go"

angi " bye mother and by upix"

tsireya and rotxo " bye mom and baby brother"

ronal " bye my child and angi"

angi " yes mother"

ronal " please look after neteyam that boy has been through alot and might need help"

angi " yes mother" the three siblings had soon take off towards the sully home to, see their friends and to see if they need any help. They soon reach the family home.

lo'ak " hey guys"

angi " hey lo'ak we brought over some food and stuff for the family"

lo'ak " oh thank you"

Jake " lo'ak who are you talking with ... oh hello kids"

lo'ak " dad they brought over some stuff for us"

Jake " that nice of them"

tisyrea " well all the work had mostly been done by angi"

angi " no it was all our help sister"

rotox " aww being so modest"

kiri " hey guys it good to see you all today"

spider " hey"

tuk " yeah more friends have come"

angi " yes we came to see your family and give this basket of stuff as well"

Jake " I can take it young lady wow this stuff is so amazing"

angi " thank you"

tuk " hey come on let go have some fun can we dad"

Jake " sure but stay with your older siblings and cousins"

tuk " yes dad"

angi " we should ask neteyam to join us is he up"

neytiri " he is still healing young lady but thank you for asking about him" the family ahd gotten very quite when angi had asked her question, the girl was feeling horrible now for asking her question.

angi " oh will it be fine if we can still see him for short time I miss .... we miss him"

neytiri " maybe later on he needs time alone to rest and control his thought but he does miss you all"

angi " yes ma'am"

Kiri "Come on, and maybe we can bring something back for Neteyam later" The group soon left, saying nothing else, but Angi did look back and saw Jake talking with Neytiri. They didn't seem that happy, and they were also talking with someone who seemed like Neteyam, but the girl couldn't tell at the moment.

Later on

angi " ......"

tuk " that a beautiful gift who is meant for angi"

angi " oh it for neteyam I couldn't give it to him as he still resting, and not seeing that many people"

tuk " I think he going to love it angi"

angi " thank you tuk tuk" Tuk had ran off leaving the girl alone as she was looking at the gift in her hands, she had decided to take some courage and give the gift to neteyam. Angi soon left the group and headed back towards the sully home, she was hoping to have the chance to see neteyam.

angi " hello" she had arrived at the home to see neither Jake or neytiri were at home, meaning they were out at the moment.

????? " angi" angi soon looked up and saw neteyam standing with his hand on the door frame.

angi " hello neteyam I came to see you earlier today"

neteyam " oh yes I heard your voice and saw you a bit thank you for the gifts"

angi " oh your welcome I also came to bring you a gift as well"

neteyam " oh that wonderful of you let me come towards you" neteyam had taken a few steps but it looked like he was having a hard time walking, he soon had fallen to the ground.

angi " neteyam" angi race to neteyam as she was now on the ground, she was making sure he was okay.

neteyam " damit"

angi " neteyam"

neteyam " I thought I was getting better I thought there was a chance everything will be okay"

angi " teyam what the matter"

neteyam " when I was shot I was hurt badly it seems like I effected my ability to walk .... my dad and the scientist say I might not walk the same anymore or that all ... I have been doing these exercises to help but it hasn't work ... now I can't protect my family or friend"

angi " neteyam don't say that"

neteyam " ......"

angi " if you can stand and walk a bit there is chance you can walk and run again, you just need help from your family and everyone else around"

neteyam " my parents have been helping me but I don't wish to be burned to everyone I'm use to caring for others, I don't wish to take up everyone else time"

angi " well now it time for you to allow other to help and care for you, let me help you as you have helped me before"

neteyam " thank you angi ... is that your gift"

angi " yes it a necklace they are made for brave warriors and you are one of them neteyam"

neteyam " thank you I will be honored to wear it"

angi " good now come one lets get you off this floor and cleaned up, and then we can start helping you heal and recovery"

neteyam " thank you angi"

angi " your welcome" angi had helped neteyam off the ground and soon after he was cleaned up and okay, the pair soon started spending time with neteyam recovery.

Many days later

Jake " where did neteyam go" Jake was looking for neteyam was he wasn't home when Jake returned, the family had noticed neteyam was getting better physically and emotionally.

neytiri " ma Jake have you found him"

Jake " no I haven't it seems like he went off on his own" the couple soon started looking for their son, but soon came across ronal and tonowari.

ronal " hello Jake and neytiri you two seem worried"

Jake " we are looking for neteyam he wasn't home today and we seem to no find our other kids"

tonowari " well it seems like we can't find our children as well" the parents had decided to look together but soon came across their kids and mo'at looking at something or more like spying.

neytiri " children there you are do you know where neteyam is"

lo'ak " shh there are going to hear you mom and get low as well" The four adults had gotten low as their kids were spying on something.

ronal " what are you talking about"

tsireya " mom no they are going to see us"

tonowari " who"

mo'at " them" mo'at had pointed the four adults soon saw angi and neteyam dancing, the pair seem to be having a fun time together.

Jake “ neteyam is dancing she hasn’t been much of dancer in the past”

moat “ a couple days ago I spot them here it seems like she been helping him, get use back in his legs and helping him heal”

neytiri “ they seem so happy together that why he smiling all the time”

ronal “ wait now long have you kids been knowing”

kids “ two days ago”

tonowair “ so this what our daughter has been doing”

Jake “ yes and it seems like they both have done each other a favor” the group had watched the two teens dance and walk around, they seem so close to each other. Neteyam had finally allowed his walls down and allowed someone to help him, and with banging help he was able to experience his feelings about everything more do his family and begin a new start of healing.

[compassionatereminders]

Lord. Today has been such a day. I hope it's ok to just rant about it here, if not obviously feel free to delete!!

Got woken up at 1am because my mom needed to go to the ER for excruciating pain. So we load up and I take her. It takes an HOUR for them to even pay her any mind- and it's not because it was busy. We live in a small town, and there was literally nobody there waiting to be seen. We think they were ignoring her because she looked like she was having drug withdrawals (shaking, pale, she couldn't stop moving/fidgeting). They only came out to see her when I brought my little brother in, and they realized that she wasn't just there to try and get meds from the hospital (this is all speculation ofc, but I really can't imagine any other reason that 'nobody saw her'). I'm still so mad because she sat there for so long, crying in pain (my mom NEVER cries, so that's how I could tell it was really bad) and nobody even bothered to check on her for over an hour. It took another hour for her to get any pain relief and while the nurses were all really nice, I'm still incredibly upset that she had to endure it for so long.

Anyways. Mom's going to be fine, she's getting flown to a better hospital a couple hours away to get the problem dealt with. That's all good. I'm staying home with my brother, and my aunt is going to pick her up later today (hopefully; it might take a few more days). The only issue is that I'll need to meet with my little brothers father (not my dad) to drop him off for the weekend, and I hate the guy, but I can easily ignore him so it's fine.

I think it's the stress of coordinating 4 different people's schedules that put me so on edge (my aunt needs to know when my mom is leaving, my sister is coming 1400 miles to Nevada from Texas, my little brother needs to do his homework/get ready to go/be dropped off). Family keeps calling me because I'm the one who lives with my mom, but I don't have any updates, because I'm home looking after my brother. I feel terrible that I can't tell them anything else, but it's still frustrating when I'm trying to get the house cleaned up, take care of a worried 7-year-old, and answer calls just to repeat the same thing.

The final straw though was one of my cats. When my brother and I finally got home around 8am, we were having breakfast. I look over, and my cat is peeing on my moms lunchbox. I freaked out, because that's disgusting, and he had NO reason to do that- their box is perfectly clean, he's not a serial pee monster, he's never been in competition with the other cats. I don't understand why today, of all days, he would choose to make a mess.

I've spent the past hour and a half trying to clean it by hand because I can't just throw it in the washing machine (it has a cloth outside, but its not removable). He ALSO managed to pee on my brother's homework tower (a short, plastic 'filing cabinet' with drawers we keep his stuff in), and of course, it got inside some of the drawers. Luckily the only stuff I had to throw away was some construction paper and white printer paper, and the rest was untouched, but I still had to clean up a MASSIVE puddle of cat pee on the floor, and empty + wipe out four of the drawers.

So. Anyways. I'm not feeling solution-oriented right now, I'm just really angry that this is all happening at once and there's not really anything within my control besides making sure my brother keeps to his schedule. At least he's not too worried, but I've kind of been avoiding talking to him at the moment because I feel like I might snap at him when it's not his fault at all. I'm also avoiding the cat because, while I would never hurt an animal for doing something dumb, I'm still so mad about it. I'd much rather he'd have peed on something of mine.

Now I just feel super on edge, and I keep waiting for ANOTHER bad thing to happen, because at this point it just feels like the universe is out for blood. It's not even noon yet. It's barely 10am

I'm so sorry about all of this. Anti addict ableism is completely unacceptable and literally kills people. It's not like an addict can't ALSO be in excruciating pain/genuinely need urgent care. I'm glad your mom will be okay, but it makes me furious that she was neglected for hours because of prejudices against a potential addiction. And I completely understand that you're not in a good place right now. I'm sorry about the pee situation also, though it's important for me to note that the cat didn't CHOOSE to "make a mess" just to bother you - either he was a bit ill or it was simply an unfortunate accident.

[ivecomeforsouls]

Chapter 9 A Father's Blessing

Link and Marin spent the rest of the day and into the night catching up with each other. Legend told her about the rest of his adventures, as well as the one he should be on right now. She talked about waking up. How her father sat her down and told her the full story of the Wind Fish, how she learned about sunburns(that were impossible to get in a dream world), and when the big owl told her that Link was real and would be in town at the first of autumn. After that, they just sat together by the lake in a comfortable silence until Tarin came and took them back.

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The morning arrived with the song of the birds and sound of wind blowing through the trees. He has the last one up today. Marin, Tarin, and Ravio were talking about the price of fish in different Villiages, and how to get the best deal by calculating travel costs and taxes in with the price itself.

"Ah, but if you head to Abermage by horse, you can get a better deal in Exmeen Market at Barris's spot." Ravio sounded quite pleased with himself. As Legend got up and put away his bedding, he realized that Ravio had just won a competition with Tarin in finding the best deals for fish.

"Good morning, Link." Marin brought breakfast and sat next to him. "I was thinking that we all could go for a picnic today. Is anyone opposed?"

Tarin spoke up. "I will be headed to Abermage City today," Ravio gave Legend a proud smile. "But I'll help you pack some food before I leave."

"I think that would be wonderful, Marin." Legend pulled his arm out from around her shoulders and cleared his dishes.

As Legend did so, he found a letter addressed to him on the floor by his feet. He picked it up. Ravio was telling Marin the story of there trip here, exaggerating some of the stupid stuff he did, in his opinion. Looking back down again, he opened the letter quietly, and saw four words written on the inside of the empty envelope.

You have my blessing.

He recalled the conversation he'd had with Ravio about asking Tarin for his blessing. He'd been unsure of his ability to summon enough courage to actually confront him. Ravio. Stupid merchant did it for him.

He ran out after Tarin with the message and told Marin he was headed out to get bread(anything but milk, realy)really.

"Tarin!" Legend engaged his pegasus boots. "Tarin I need to ask you something. Personally, this time."

"Oh?" Tarin stopped and looked at him. "By all means, what might that be?"

"I would like your blessing to marry your daughter, Marin."

"Would like?" Tarin teased. "That's a lot to give for just liking."

"Please Tarin." Legend begged, forgetting the envelope in his hands. "My life would never be complete with her. I would never feel joy again if..." Tarin cut him off.

"Call me dad." Tarin grinned and put his arms around his shoulders, walking him back towards the house. "And just so you know, I belive in short engagements. I'm also not headed to Abermage."

"What?"

"Im off to a friend's house to make plans to announce and celebrate your engagement."

"What? But I haven't proposed yet!"

"Marin has perfectly set up the scene by accident. During your picnic today, you will propose, and you will not come back until you have done so. Understood?"

"What?! I don't have a ring!"

"We'll figure that out later. Marin already said in one of her dreamy rants that she doesn't care if you've got a ring or not."

"Oh."

Legend looked at Tarin. Or tried to, anyway. "Bye!" Tarin called back as he made his may back down the trail. Marin was leaving the house, Ravio close behind her, hauling a ton of picnic stuff.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Dad

Media Love Actually

Character Sam

Couple Sam X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Concept New Daddy

"You sure you two will be okay?" I asked getting my handbag and fixing my skirt for work, I hated doing this but I didn't have much of a choice my landlord was fumigating the whole building so we had to be out for two weeks, and my usual daycare was closed today due to them having a massive pipe leak, I really didn't want to do this I felt awful but what choice did I really have? 

"We'll be fine won't we munchkin" Sam smiled as little Ivy ran over to him still in her PJ of course and he happily picked her up sitting her on his hip

"You sure it's not too much trouble-"

"Not your fault is it, you're already staying here and I don't have anything to do anyway. It's fine we'll have fun won't we little munchkin?" 

"Yeah!" she giggled 

"We'll be fine, don't worry about us"

"Okay well I'm just a phone call away"

"I know, but I'm sure I can handle it," he says "Go say bye-bye to your mummy," He tells her setting her down 

"Bye bye mummy" she smiled hugging my leg

"Bye-bye darling, you be good for Uncle Sam alright? I'll see you when I get home"

"I will I promise" She smiled before she ran off towards the spare room we were sleeping in 

"Any problems-"

"I know, Have a good day at work"

"Thanks, Sam" I smiled grabbing my keys and heading off to work for the day.

It had been a very long day one of those days where nothing quite goes the way you want it to I was home later than I wanted to be but such is the way some days. I headed inside seeing the place rather dark and quiet Sam got up from the sofa shutting the TV off as he came over "Hey, how was work?"

"Ughh don't" I sighed

"Sorry, dinner's in the microwave for you"

"Thanks, Sam" I smiled "How was Ivy?" I asked grabbing the plate from the microwave and taking a seat at the small table

"Aww, she's been a little angel,"

"Oh? What did you do then?"

"Well we went to the park she had a nice play on the swings for a while, then we went to the museum and learnt about dinosaur bones and whales,"

"Aww That's sweet Sam"

"If we're going to spend the day together she might as well learn something, and I may have treated her to a little present from the gift shop"

"You didn't have to do that"

"I know, but I like to treat her sometimes" 

"That's why she thinks you're fun Uncle Sam" 

"Five-pound admission and a ten-pound spend in a gift shop is a small price to pay for her to have some fun, and she gets to go back to daycare next week with lots of dinosaur facts" 

"How'd dinner go?"

"Very well she helped me cook and even did the drying up" 

"She's a good girl,"

"How was work?" 

"You know how it goes, paperwork, Luke being Luke" 

"I don't know why you don't quit that awful place"

"What else would I do Sam? I have to take care of Ivy somehow"

"...what if, you two came and stayed with me? on a more permanent basis?"

"and what would I do all day?"

"Take care of Ivy, help me with the house. look after the place when I go on tour"

"That's very sweet Sam, but I can't," I told him taking my plate to the sink

"why not?" he asks coming to stand with me

"We couldn't ask that of you"

"You're not asking it of me, I'm asking you." he says "I know you hate being away from her, and I know you hate shoving her in a daycare, I'd handle stuff money-wise you get to be home all day with her"

"I can't -"

"why not? I'd be happy to and I know I wouldn't be sending you two back to that awful flat"

"even so, where would we sleep?"

"well, Ivy can have the spare room as her bedroom and... I figured you could bunk with me"

"Oh? At the foot of your bed?"

"if that's where you're comfortable, I thought more snuggled up with me but it's up to you"

"That's sweet Sam but it's not even like we're-"

"Then we can be, if you want a label on it I'm more than happy to put one and it makes it easier for little Ivy" He explained "Unless you, don't see me like that?"

"Well... I uhhh" I stuttered 

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it?"

"I might have" I blushed of course I had thought about it, I had thought about Sam like that for as long as I'd known him but I suppose I'd always just tossed those feelings away

"Because I have, far more than once. You two are always welcome here you know that" he says giving my hand a little kiss 

I blushed hard but I gave his lips a soft kiss he happily kissed back wrapping his arms around my waist as my hip pressed against the counter top I smiled and stroked his shirt a little till he pulled back rubbing my nose as he did 

"How about you get you're nightie and come stay in my bed tonight?" 

"That does sound nice" I smiled "Did you have anything planned for Ivy tomorrow?"

"Yeah I promised I'd take her to the seal sanctuary and the beach for ice cream, You're more than welcome to blow off work and come too. It could be a lovely day just the three of us" 

"she loves seals, that sounds lovely Sam" I smiled giving him another kiss 

He chuckled a little as he pulled away "You know, she told me a little secret today"

"Did she now, what was it?"

"Ohh a top-secret, really high levels of classification I really shouldn't even be telling you this."

"I don't already know?"

"No, she told me this is so secret even you don't know" 

"Oh? What is it then?"

"she told me that for a good while now she's secretly, wanted a little brother"

"She has?"

"Ummm she wants a little brother very badly" he explained "And I think I'm in agreement with her"

"Are you?"

"I think she needs a little brother, and if that's okay with you? I'm more than happy to... help supply her with one" He smirked grinding his hips against my own. 

"Ohh would you now?"

"I would,"

"I assume you'd want something for this help? some form or repayment"

"Well, you're already moving in with me so how about I help give Ivy a little brother and I get to fill the family role as the dad? not just fun Uncle Sam."

"You'd really want that?"

"I would, I love Ivy, I love you. If you'd be willing to have me I'm more than happy to step in where Danny bailed out" 

"Aww Sam" I smiled tearing up 

"Hey, hey no little tears" he says kissing my tears away 

"It's okay their happy tears"

"Good, now you go get your nightie and give Ivy a kiss goodnight, I'll go wait up in our bed and get ready to help with her little brother" he smiled 

"Okay" I smiled giving him a sweet kiss before I headed to the spare room where Ivy and I had been sleeping seeing she had taken up all the double bed where I was gone with her blanket and a dinosaur book from the museum open in front of her where she must have been looking at it before she fell asleep, I smiled sitting on the bed and fixing her hair, tucking her in and giving her head a little kiss which woke her a little 

"Hi little one I thought you were sleeping"

"I was a little sleeping" she giggled what she often says when she was half asleep or faking it "Mummy?"

"Yes, Ivy?"

"Could Uncle Sam be my new daddy?"

"We'll see Ivy," I told her "Now you get some sleep if you need anything you call okay and either me or Sam will come help you"

"I will, goodnight mummy"

"Goodnight sweetheart"

"Tell Uncle Sam I said goodnight too"

"I will do" I laughed grabbed my things and headed out leaving her door open a crack, I headed across the locked-up house to Sam's room seeing the bed made and the ensuite light on so I set my stuff down and kicked off my heels and changed into my nightie 

"she tucked up tight?"

"All snug as a bug" I smiled, "She says goodnight"

"she's a sweetheart," he laughs coming from the bathroom shutting the light off now down to just his boxers "Whoa..."

"What?"

"You look beautiful"

"Thank you, Sam,"

"so? You're okay in my bed tonight"

"If you are"

"Most defiantly" He smiled coming and sitting beside me but leaving a respectful space "If you just wanna get to bed that's fine I don't wanna make you do anything you don't want to"

"That's very sweet Sam" I smiled kissing his head "But if it's all the same to you" I cooed holding his hand 

"Ohh believe me y/n I don't need to be asked twice" He smirked pushing me down on his bed flat so he could hover over me 

"Ohh Sam" I blushed wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss 

[seatwilite]

The Halloween Project

I sit in my class, tapping my pencil on my desk and chatting with my buddy Jesse, as we wait for our teacher, Ms Henderson, to organize her lesson for today. Social Studies isn’t my best class, but it could be fun sometimes. She does come up with some awesome project ideas.

“So, what are you doing this weekend?” Jess asks, even though it’s only Tuesday. Some days the weekend just can’t come fast enough, and last week I spent the whole weekend cleaning my room, or my mom would’ve killed me! It’s not my fault I get busy with school and… stuff…

“I was thinking about heading to the skate park. It’s been awhile,” I sigh. It really has been awhile. I’ve been playing on my computer for so long I forgot what it's like on my board. I could totally use the exercise… At least that’s what my dad says. He’s been on my case saying I’ve been spending too much time in front of a screen… Well, I guess he may be right… This time.

“Cool! I wanna come! I just need to get outta going to visit my grandparents this weekend,” Jess smirks. Yeah, my buddy is always game for some fun. Sometimes we play one on one basketball, or head to the batting cages. And once in a blue moon, we hit the gym and work on weight training. But, seriously, it has been ages since we’ve been to the skate park.

A minute later, Ms. Henderson calls us to attention. She always takes a little while to get her stuff organized. Not saying she is unorganized, just sometimes she seems a little scattered. That’s why everyone starts chatting the moment we enter class. 

“Okay class, seeing as next weekend is halloween, I have a new project for you,” our teacher cheers. She looks super excited about this one. She is practically bouncing on her toes!

I perk up at this. This might be good. What kinda project would we be doing this time? 

Once we had to do a service project for the community. Me and my friends made sack lunches of the homeless and handed them out. It was actually pretty fun! Another time we were in charge of setting up decorations for the school dance. The dance was lame, but the set up was pretty awesome! Our theme was “dancing through the decades.” We got to dress up way old school!

“I want you to pick a partner and come up with something spooky. You could go investigate the graveyard, some of the old mines that collapsed, you could even look up the history of our town and write a report on the original founders if you like. Just come up with something fun and be prepared to share it Thursday!” Ms. Henderson gave her spiel with a wide grin.

Actually, that does sound fun! There are so many things running through my head at the moment, trying to come up with the best idea… And then I have it! The perfect Halloween project!

“Hey, Jess. Wanna do ours on our local haunted house?” I said with a smirk. The Peterson house has been rumored to be haunted, but nobody actually knows for sure. It would be cool to find out one way or the other… Either way, it would make a fun Halloween project.

I could tell instantly he was up for it! The sparkle in his eye tells me we could make this epic! A giant smile appears across his face as he nods his head enthusiastically.

“Dude! Yeah! That would be perfect, man. We could get the news articles about what happened to the house, and we can even go explore the burned down house! We can even see if it's really haunted,” Jess teases. 

This is why we work so well together. We are normally on the same wavelength and can read each other’s thoughts… Maybe we are telepathic? If we are hunting ghosts, it could happen!

Neither of us believes in ghosts, but hey! What’s Halloween without a haunted house? I mean, yeah, we could do any of those other things Ms Hendo suggested, but how often do you get a grade for looking into an old creepy house?

“Wanna meet after school. You can come over to my house and we can look up those articles. Then we can take my car to the edge of town and go investigate the remains of the house. I’ll bring my camera just in case we see a ghost!” I wink with a chuckle.

The rest of school went by in a blur. I had my mind focused on our upcoming project. There is just something about the house and the crosses that seemed to be bothering me. I can’t explain it, but something pricked my heart, and I just couldn’t focus no matter how hard I tried! I know anytime I pass a cemetery I feel sad, but this… This is deeper than sad. It’s like… Betrayal? I don’t get it.

“Maybe we can go to the back yard where they are buried? There are three crosses, right?” Jess asks, kinda looking confused. No one I know actually understands the whole story. Maybe they had a dog? I guess that is another thing we will be looking into…

“Yeah, sure. And you are right, there are three crosses… I’m just not sure why,” I admit. I guess we really do need to study those news articles to find out what actually  happened to that house. All I know is someone died in it and then it burned to the ground… Well, sort of. It is still (barely) standing. There has been talk of taking it down as it has been deemed structurally unsound, but no one has gotten around to doing anything about it.  And… Well, there are three crosses, so there must have been three bodies?

After school, Jesse and I walk into my house discussing our project. We are still hyped up about the project. I really am wondering about the whole truth to the so-called ‘haunted house.’ Maybe we can share what we find out with our friends! They love a good ghost story!

I go grab some chips and sodas and bring them over to the table, placing them between me and Jess.

“Danny, this is gonna be so cool!” Jess smiles, munching on some chips. “I love Halloween!”

I love it too, I think absentmindedly grabbing myself a handful of chips and stuffing my face. (I always get hungry right after school.) There is just something about this time of year where getting the crap scared outta you is totally fun! Ghosts or not, I really enjoy it.

I pull out my laptop and open up a search bar for ‘Eliza Peterson’ and ‘haunted house,” because she was the one who is supposed to be the one haunting the house in the first place… There can’t be too many Eliza Petersons haunting houses, can there?

I crack open my root beer as I wait for the computer to do its thing. I take a long sip and almost spit up when I sit up and take a look at the search results…. I don’t really know why I am so surprised, but I am.

Surprisingly, it shows up in the first search. There are multiple articles about the incident. I click one of the links and it opens up an old newspaper article.

“Hey Jess, look at this!” I exclaim, pointing to a picture of a girl about our age. She was pretty, from what I can make out of the blurry black and white photograph.

The headline read “The body of Eliza Peterson has been found a week after the house fire on October 29, 1894.”

“Eliza was only 18. Casper, her husband was 22, and had convinced her parents to let her marry him, even though they were really reluctant, they finally allowed it… Man, she was as old as we are!” The thought kinda throws me off. Why would she agree to marry him? Were they in love or was it one of those arrangements? Were they getting money out of it? 

I don’t think I’d be ready for that type of commitment at my age. In fact, I haven’t had a girlfriend for months now… Not since Steph cheated on me. That’s why I hang out with my buddy, Jess. He’d never betray me. What would it be like to be married at 18? Would it be scary or was he excited about it?

Unfortunately the article doesn’t answer any of those questions. I’ll just have to leave all that up to my imagination, since there is no way I can ask Eliza in person.

“Oh, yeah! If I was that chick, and I’d found my husband in bed with a maid… Or anybody really,  I’d totally haunt that house too!” I admit. “I’d probably haunt the whole freaking town to vent my anger!”  My stomach twists in empathy, thinking back to Steph. This story is a lot more depressing than I expected it to be. I didn’t really think it would hit home this much.

“It says Eliza caught her husband in her own  bed with their maid, Ruth Harrison!” Jess continues reading the article in disgust. Now I know why I had the prickly feeling earlier. It was a tragedy, not a fun spooky story.

“She stabbed them both in her bed, and their bodies were still naked! Yuck!” Jess grimaces.

I am so glad there are no pictures of that! I don’t even want to think about what that would look like. I’d probably have to burn my brain after seeing something like that.

Now I’m gonna be sick. I guess that explains the third cross. But why would they bury the mistress right next to the wife? Are they trying to torture the poor girl even in death? If I were her, I’d be pissed! I wouldn’t even want to be buried next to my husband if I were Eliza! In fact, I think they should’ve just left the other bodies in the house and buried her out back and finished burning the house to the ground with them still in it!

“Then she slit her wrists in the bathtub just before setting the whole place on fire,” I say sadly. The whole thing makes me want to throw up. Whether the house is haunted by ghosts or not, it would always be haunted by the memory of a cheating husband. That is almost worse!

Yeah, if anyone had any reason to haunt someone, it was this girl. She must have been so angry! No… Anger is not a strong enough emotion. She was probably raging with fury. Not to mention heartbroken by betrayal! 

I know I’m a guy, but even I don't know if I could take a broken heart like that. Yeah, Steph cheated on me, but we were not married  like Eliza. I also didn’t have to move from my parents to be completely supported by some jerk! If I was married and found my wife in bed with another dude, I’d go ballistic too.

“They had only been married for a year, man! And it said she was pregnant…” Jess continues, his voice getting softer with pity. 

Now I am really sad. They were going to have a baby…

What kinda  jerk cheats on his pregnant wife and in her own bed?! It’s a good thing the guy is dead, or I’d go punch the man myself! I don’t understand why this is getting to me this much, but I am burning up with anger and aggression with no outlet. I am completely frustrated by what I’ve learned.

I would’ve been totally pissed and  yeah, I might have done something crazy like kill them. And if the pain was so bad… I don’t know… Maybe she was hurting so bad that she just couldn’t take the pain… Maybe she thought she had no other choice?

Could she not go live with her parents, or would she have been the same of the town? Would everyone shun her for her husband's mistakes? I don’t understand why, but it seems like the same kinda backward thinking people in small towns would do.

“It says no one even knew they were missing. The firefighters just put out the fire and didn’t check for bodies. They weren’t found until a week later…” Jess says, confused.

I am confused, too. “What?! What the heck were they thinking of not checking for bodies?!” I demand, feeling very unsettled about the whole thing. It sounds like a freaking cover up! Did someone know what actually happened and not stop it?

“I have no idea, dude. I just know that they were sloppy! But, it says here that when the cops finally showed up they were scared off because Eliza showed up and chased them off the property. No one believed them of course and they sent someone else to check out the house and they found all three bodies. I guess that was where the rumor got started,” Jess sighs.

I think about that for a moment. Whether they saw a ghost or not, they should have taken the bodies and laid them to rest as soon as possible… Well, at least Eliza deserved some peace after what she went through.

We stare at the computer screen, snacks completely forgotten. I am completely lost in thought.

I shake my head, determined. I need to see for myself, and no one's gonna stop me! If I have to go by myself, then so be it!

“Well as great as this is, I really want to see the house for myself now.” Something was still nagging at me! I need to see the whole thing for myself!

“Danny, man… I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” Jess looks unsure. He was fine with it just an hour ago! I know this info changes a lot of things, especially about our report. We would be exposing some major issues that no one else has thought to look into. Now everyone will know why Eliza had supposedly haunted her house… And that she was pregnant. I’d never heard that until now…  but it doesn’t stop the fact that I need to be there!

It took 15 minutes to drive to the outskirts of town and find the ‘haunted house.’ This is actually the first time I’ve driven out this way to actually look at the house. I’ve driven past it to get out of town and all, but I’ve never stopped… Even though I’d always been curious about the crosses in the back of the house that can be seen from the road.

I had my camera and my phone with me. We really didn’t need to bring a lot of equipment for our assignment.  We’d probably spend the weekend typing up everything we learned and in a few pictures of the house and the crosses…  

Jesse still looked scared about the whole thing. As long as I’ve known Jess, he’s never been superstitious, but I think something switched when we were reading the news report. He almost looks like he is gonna pass out. 

Is it the injustice for Eliza? Am I feeling the betrayal she felt, even though hers would be a million times worse than mine. I was not in love with Steph, and nowhere near close to marrying her, but Eliza had given up her life with her parents to marry some two-timing snake… And she was having his baby, so she had to have some feelings for him… Right?

I’m not gonna call him out on it. I’m scared too, but there is something that I desperately need to see… And I don’t even know why I feel this way? It’s not like I’ve known them personally, or they were even alive during my lifetime. But I feel… a connection to this? Maybe I need to have my head examined after all this…

I look around to make sure no one is watching us, and we slip through the hole in the fencing and past the “NO TRESPASSING” sign. I really don’t need Sheriff Davis showing up and busting us… Then he’d tell our parents and we’d never hear the end of it!

The whole place is dilapidated, but not as bad as it could have been. I mean it is still standing… Sort of.

I shove the door, but it’s stuck. Must be waterlogged or something, so I push harder and slowly the heavy creaking door opens. The door is blackened, along with the floor, and every other wood surface.  The smell of charred wood, smoke and mildew fill my nose. I think I’m gonna be sick! The wood is moist and mushy! Yuck! 

I never really thought about what the house itself would feel like when I stepped into it. The only thing I can think to describe the surface of the house is squishy. I’m probably going to die of black mold poisoning or something… Is that a thing?

I take a minute standing there in the foyer getting used to the creeping evil I feel in the house, and look at Jess, he is turning green. Yeah, he can feel it too.

“You okay?” I’m not sure how I’m expecting my best friend to respond , because, NO! He is not okay, and neither am I. I just hope he doesn't end up puking all over the place… I guess I wanna know if I gotta rush him outta the house right now.

“The article said the husband was upstairs in her room with his mistress,” I said. I don’t really have to say it, he knows it… But I just want to fill the oppressive silence with something… Maybe I should have talked about the skatepark instead? But somehow that just seems disrespectful to talk about our future plans when the people in here didn’t get to have a future because of the husband's ridiculous choices!

“Yeah,” he croaks. “It smells like death in here, man.”

And I couldn’t agree with him more. It wasn’t just the smell. It’s the feel. It feels… heavy… suffocating… empty… lonely… Is that what death feels like? I hope not, because I don’t wanna feel like this when I die!

Jesse nods his head carefully, looking at me with trepidation. I just jerk my head toward the stairs. I don’t know why it's so hard for me, but I force my feet to move and carefully make my way up. There is a moldy burnt rug covering the steps making squelching noises beneath my feet.

I’m actually surprised the stairs hold my weight pretty well. Yes, they creak in protest of actually having to be used, but they don’t open up sending me to the deepest level of hell, so that’s a plus. I can hear Jesse’s steps right behind me, so at least I know he didn’t ditch me.

We make it down a short dark hallway. The window here is all covered in soot and shadows from the tree out back. It makes it kinda hard to see, but I’m not sure how much I actually want to see up here… So I will stick with the creepy shadows that feel like they are following me. 

There is a closed door on the right and I push the heavy burrier open. It scraped across the soggy floor, sticking because the floorboards are completely warped. But I wouldn’t let that stop me. I am here to get answers.

The room was huge and was probably beautiful before it was burned. Everything was furnished for a nobleman. This definitely had to be the master bedroom. And if he were a real man, he would have shared this one with his wife. But he was nothing but a selfish piece of garbage. He didn’t deserve her!

“I don’t think this is the right room.” I state, grumbling out my frustration. The prick was freakin’ rich, but he treated his wife like trash! How could he do that to her? And what was the point of taking the maid to her room when he had a huge bed like this? Was he trying to hurt her more?

“Why not?” Jess asks, looking at me bewildered. Yeah, I know bud. She should have had this room!

“It said they were in her bed. I’m guessing this was Capsers,” I say in disgust. 

I back out of the giant room and go across the hall to a much smaller bedroom, which was cracked open. This door gave way easily. And it was just as I had expected… And for some reason that hurt.

“This is it,” I state. A heaviness presses down on my shoulders at the words. I feel like the room is shrinking in on me. I’ve never been claustrophobic, but man… I don’t know how to catch my breath!

“How do you know?” Jess asks skeptically. He is looking around the small room too, probably wondering the same thing I was. How could a man put his wife in something so small, especially when she was pregnant?! Did it always feel like the walls were shrinking in on her? Or is that just me?

“I can feel it. The anger in this room,” I whisper, making my way to the smaller bed. 

A sudden rage builds up in my gut and it pushes away my anxiety. All I want is revenge… For Eliza of course. Why would I need revenge? I don’t! I also probably shouldn’t be having violent visions of burning the house down… again!

I pull my camera to my face, focusing on the messy bed, and I click the button, taking a picture of the bed of shame. Amazingly, I swear I can still see the bloodstains on the bed. That thought didn’t make me feel any better, though.

I look down at my camera screen, showing the picture I’d just taken and almost freak out. 

There, in high-definition, on the bed are two ghostly shadows staring at me. Their eyes are full of sorrow and regret. And yeah, they are still naked! I have to burn my eyes now… But how do I forget this picture? I wanna burn my camera too!

However, I am not gonna feel sorry for them. I don’t know if I would say they got what they deserved, but they were not exactly innocent in the pain they caused Eliza. This should have never happened. Seriously, though! How did they think she would react to finding them in her bed? Surely they wouldn’t think she would be happy for them! They can’t be that stupid…

I backed out of the room, trying to calm down my heart. My whole body is shaking in shock. I wonder if this is the first emotion Eliza felt when she saw them… It seems to be a likely reaction… If she was in shock, she could have walked numbly all the way down to the kitchen and grabbed a knife… She could have been going back and forth in her grief of disbelief and anger… maybe even bargaining before she grabbed the knife and decided to end their lives.

But that also has me wondering if she saw them in her bed… They stayed there just to wait for her to come back and kill them?  Or were they in the middle (I just threw up in my mouth)… and she caught them and they just didn’t care that she saw them in the act? That doesn’t seem to make sense to me.

There is one more door at the far end of the hall. Like a beacon, it’s calling to me, and I can’t stop my feet from trudging toward their own doom. I don’t know why I feel like this is such a bad idea, but I just know. I know once I open that door, there is no going back…

My stomach twists, because I’m pretty sure what I’m gonna find in there. I try to block out the visions spinning faster and faster in my head. The newspaper had mentioned this room, and I have seen enough horror movies to help my imagination come up with some pretty gruesome scenarios. 

And I was right. As I push the last door open. The creak sends shivers up my spine, and the smell makes me dry heave.  My body is still shuttering from her bedroom, and I’m starting to sweat down my face. I’m sure I’m about to pass out any moment now…

I look across to see an oval mirror, smashed and splattered. A large tub filled with coppery bloodstains and a scorch mark. There is no water, but there is a ring of blood right up to the rim of the tub… It seems to have flooded to the floor. I see scorch marks on the walls, and I want to cry. This is the saddest thing I have ever seen in all my 18 years.

I pull my camera up to my face, focusing it on the tub that makes me spiral into my own depression, and take another picture.

I can’t stop the tears that are leaking out of my eyes. I can hear Jess behind me, sniffing. He must be fighting the sadness too… I shouldn’t have brought him with me…

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. It doesn’t even begin to cover the sorrow I’m feeling. I feel regret and anger. I want to fix this… But how do I fix something that happened over a hundred years ago? I can’t! I don’t have a do-over button, or a time machine that can let me go back to the past and change everything.

We back out of the bathroom and suddenly a beautiful girl in a flowy yellow dress appears before us.

Did I say I was in shock before? Yeah, that was nothing! My legs are locked up and my heart is in my throat. And if I can’t get control over my lungs, I swear I will faint any second now. I’m not scared of her, though. Just in shock!

She gives us a melancholy smile. She really is beautiful. She is no longer in pain. Or pregnant, for that matter… I do see the slits at her wrists. I can see the blood stains on her sopping wet dress that sticks to her body like a second skin.  I can see every beautiful curve of her body… If she wasn’t dead, I’d totally be turned on!

I swallow hard, trying to control this weird urge to touch her.

“Hello, Daniel. You are nothing like my horrid husband,” she whispers sadly, floating right up to me and caressing my cheek. I can feel the cold touch of her hand. Is she a vampire and not a ghost? Maybe that would explain why I’m so drawn to her… I want to feel her touching me forever…

“No, I’m not.” Of course I’m not like that bastard! “I would never do that to you,” I insist. My voice comes out husky, which is weird, because it’s never done that before…

“And Jesse, you are so brave to come face my wrath with your friend…” she smiles, gently behind me. I feel slightly jealous at that look for some reason. That doesn’t make sense. I don’t own her.

“Thanks?” He chokes out. I can hear him taking a step away from us. Where is he going?

Then a twinkle shimmers in her eye as she leans closer to me, whispering into my ear, “I think I’m going to keep you, Daniel.”

“What?” I don’t understand what she is going on about. How the hell does she plan to keep me? Not that I would run for her… In fact, I would love for her to keep me.

The camera flashes as it falls from my hand and she kisses my mouth with a passion I’ve never known. Her kiss is addictive and I need it… I need it so bad as I deepen the kiss, pulling her body flush against mine. And everything goes dark.

The next day…

 The police received a call about a car parked in front of the Peterson house. Police cautiously pull up to the house, investigating Danny’s car.  They look around the property, but find on one on the land. Finally they go into the old house, but the only thing they found in the house was a camera.

The pictures show Danny kissing a  beautiful young woman in a yellow dress, as Jess chases two shadowy figures through a dark vortex.

The end.

[pbandjesse]

I am really nauseous all of a sudden but I am sipping water and I hope that it passes.

Today was a really good day though!! I had been so worried and anxious but it ended up being just such a good day. And like yesterday when I was feeling so anxious I knew logically it would all be okay. But it was still tough to feel so stressed.

When I got home last night I had to tell James all of my big feelings. And it made me feel better and now I am not as frazzled about feeling inadequate. I would even reach out to Jules today and she said I was a star of a person and it was great. Called us sunshine girls.

I didn't sleep very good though. For how long of a day I had, I had really hoped to sleep well. But baby was lucky. Absolutely not. Every time I turned over I had to pee so stupidly bad. I am excited that I am feeling her more often. It's like rubber bands being plucked. But still. Would like to sleep!!

I set my alarm for 930. But even though didn't feel like enough sleep and I felt pretty bad when I got up. James was sitting on the floor and came and hugged me. They had already gone on a bike ride and done a bunch of stuff in the house. Busy bee.

I went and washed my hair and trimmed my bangs. Which made me feel a lot better. My hair has been bothering me so bad so this was good. I would even get compliments later on. Excellent.

I would sort of make some plans for the morning before my awah class. James had already gotten my folding table out. So I only had to pull out some supplies. No rush there. Instead I spent an hour eating breakfast, cutting my cuticles, and picking outfits for the week.

When I did finally make it downstairs I got those few materials out. And decided to use the hour I had to finish the bears I had sewn yesterday. I got all their eyes placed and arms stuffed and sewed. And since I still had time I sat in the basement and got them all stuffed. I felt so productive. I would sew them closed later in the day.

James was upstairs painting. And I love the green. I also love that we are painting the bookshelves to match. I think that was absolutely the correct call.

I went upstairs to see the progress and gave James a smooch before I headed to class.

And it was a really good class. Though it started stressful!

When I got there I couldn't find our class bag! No lesson, no nothing. I spent about ten minutes walking around the offices checking all the bags but I couldn't find them. I texted Sophia and was like. What should I do?? Cause like I'm perfectly competent to create a lesson on the fly. But also I didn't want to pull materials if that wasn't okay.

But when she didn't get back to me by 1245 I just had to make the call. And decided we would make cards. Fall/holiday/thankful cards. With collage and pastels. And this went so well. Everyone seemed to love it. I loved it. And when Sophia got back to me she apologized for the confusion and thanked me for being able to pivot.

The teen class was good. Naomi (student) was very funny when she thought that Kelly didn't have a leg (she was sitting on it) because she had crutches. And that lead to conversation about my dad not having a leg. Which the teens thought was fascinating.

Xavier was very sweet to. Last week his mom told Mary Ellen that he loves our class because he can be himself and doesn't have to pretend like at school. And this week I would make an extra point to hang out with and help him cut some pieces for his mistletoe collage. And at the end he very clearly didn't want to leave. He's moving to Virginia for a bit. And might not be able to come back for our next session. And he seemed slightly emotional, in his way. It was very sweet.

The adult class went really well. We basically had a full house. And they really liked this project. I learned that it you give Brian more dark green he will make more art. Turns out it's his favorite color, this is now the second fully green project he made! And I learned that Dan Taylor really loves collage. He made multiple cards and he even took my gift of extra collage paper at the end. He was also wearing a very snappy cobalt blue suit today. Very fashionable.

I also also found out that his mom is a post partum doula! I got her contact info. I have thought about having someone come through after birth to help, like a night nurse or something. So this is great because I already know her.

We would get everything cleaned up. Wished everyone Happy holidays and reminded them when our next session starts. And then we were off. A students mom gifted me and Naomi subway gift cards! And Mary Ellen had flowers for us. It was so sweet. Everyone wished me luck on being pregnant and hoped to see me more in the spring. And then we were off.

I was anxious about getting back home for my private lesson. Which started at 330. I would get home at 315. Stress!

But it ended up being such a lovely couple hours. Rosalie was such a sweetheart. Her parents came along but would leave us until 530. James would also head out to bike to federal hill and see the sun set. And we just worked.

She brought her own sewing machine which was slightly fancy and it took me a few minutes to figure out. It also has a strange presser foot and since I had some extras.of the standard door I switched that out and let them keep that one.

I was worried about making this totebags in two hours. But it was legitimately perfectly timed. Within 30 seconds of us finishing her parents were back! It was incredible timing honestly. But the whole two hours went so well.

We walked through the whole machine. Loading the thread and the bobbin. I had her use pinking sheets to cut some canvas for a lining, and then regular fabric scissors for the heavy cotton she chose. We sewed each side like a pillow case and the. Those two together. I also showed her how to do a ladder stitch to close the parts we had to leave open to flip. And it came out so super nice!

We finished the straps. We actually used the iron to press the folds. I tried to do everything as close to by the books as I could, but I also explained that this isn't necessary the best or only way, that this is just one way. And we didn't even actually use a pattern. And using a pattern would be different for sure. Plus the next bag wouldn't take two hours, because now she had practice.

When her parents came back we chatted for a minute. And they paid me. And thanked me. And then they were off. I wished them a happy holiday and a safe drive home.

I went to find James who was in the living room and I was just like. Ah! That went so well! And they were very encouraging.

They would run back out to get pasta to make us for dinner. Picked up some donuts too. Which ended up being cinnamon buns that they put chocolate frosting on but they were very good still.

While James was making the pasta I was working on finishing those bears. And once I was done that I started working on designing my new market sign. I wanted something smaller, more straightforward, and had a place for my business cards.

This small folding song was pretty perfect. For some reason my chalk markers did not show up at all though and I was pretty disappointed. So I had to pivot. I would cut some wood to make a little box shelf for my cards. I painted it so it would match. And then wrote out my sign on paper and just glued that on. I think it looks really good! I want to add some of my stickers but they were in the car so I'll do that later on.

James brought dinner to the studio and we ate together. And once we were done they were laying on the ground with sweetp. And I was slowly glueing letter beads to my sign. It was a nice night.

My back started hurting from sitting at my desk. James went to play a video game and I came upstairs to lay down. James would join me and we watched TikToks for a long time. But eventually they fell asleep and I went to take a shower.

When I came back from the shower James was sitting on the side of the bed and I teased them about falling asleep and talking in their sleep. They called me their little tiny wife. Despite being round.

James is back to sleep now. And I am ready to lay down and rest. Tomorrow we have an ultrasound. I'm excited to see baby. I am hoping we can get a 3D image but it's okay if not. I am just happy to see her at all.

I hope you all have a good sleep, and a good day tomorrow. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[trivialbob]

Today I didn't work. So I had time for a little motorcycle trip.

First I stopped at Minnesota's Largest Candy Store, a little south of the Twin Cities area in the city of Jordan. Not only does this place boast the state's largest selection of candy, it also claims giant selections of soda pop, puzzles, and chips. Oh, and as you will notice, the largest application of yellow paint in the state.

When I first got inside my ears were pelted with "Mom! Mom! Mom! Dad! Mom! Look at this! I want... I want... I want... Mom! Mom!"

Yet another store that needs an adult swim hour.

A big selection of pies, homemade sauces, pastas, and such, the sort of things you might give as gifts, lines shelves. There is plenty of beef jerky and sticks. All sorts of decorations and non-edible things are there to look at too.

Seeing all that candy gave me a sweet tooth. I bought a bunch, then ate as much as a 9-year-old on Halloween night would consume before coming home and paying the daddy tax. At my house the daddy tax used to be red (cherry, not strawberry or watermelon) flavored pieces of assorted candy of my choosing.

Today I wanted all the sour candy, like Zotz. My tongue hurts now from all the fizzy stuff I ate. Those Sour Smog Balls were tasty. I'm glad I later gave the box to Jack (after having a few samples), otherwise I surely would have finished it all today and made myself sick.

After the candy store I went to Schmidt's Meat Market, in the small town of Nicollet (pop. 1200). The town is really small, the shop is really good.

I bought a NY strip steak for dinner tonight. That wasn't all. They have my favorite meat sticks, ones that have great flavors and the perfect ratio of moistness (little) to dryness (a bit more).

I also got a huge stick of summer sausage. The woman helping me asked if I wanted it sliced. I hemmed and hawed, trying to decide. Sliced would be convenient, but it's such a large stick I want to leave it whole to stay at peak freshness.

She smiled at my indecision and nicely offered, "You know what I can do, I'll cut in in half. I'll wrap the unsliced half in paper, and put the slices of the other half in a plastic bag."

Ingenious!!!!

From the meat shop it's a 20-25 minute drive to Jack's house. The route is mostly wide-open back roads, with no traffic and no cops. You do smell the "agriculture" though. My motorcycle stretched its legs, within reason. Its MPG average also decreased significantly too.

At Jack's house I hung out with him, Ali, and their dogs Lily and Luca. I gave Jack some of the meat sticks and also a gift box of cinnamon roll ingredients I picked up at the candy store. He also got the box of Sour Smog Balls and promptly offered me one of the cherry-flavored pieces!

Excuse me now. I need to go brush my teeth a few times.

[kittyfairyblog]

December 1 2024

Meow meow, greetings my followers and friends to yet another blog entry. Today is Sunday December 1st edition of my blog. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving week. Today we didn't go to church because we have to get later on today a new car battery for our car. Yesterday was quite a busy day for me. I had been at my Aunt and Uncle's house there in another part of Georgia. My cousin's and their family most of them arrived yesterday for our late Thanksgiving meal. The only one's that didn't arrive were the one's who live in Florida and another one family didn't come because their child was sick. So I got to be around my cousin's and their family yesterday. This all happened after I posted my last entry yesterday. I was going to post another follow up entry yesterday but I didn't get time to. Meow my niece and nephews actually yesterday taught my cousin's children how to play hide and go seek. So that's what went on. Oh they my family who are into football came together to also watch the Alabama vs Auburn football game yesterday. Meow we almost had a problem with leaving last night because we had car troubles. This was solved by jumping the car battery. So I am grateful for the help of one of my cousin's husband's who helped with the jumping the car battery. All the way home, my niece and nephew came home with us so they were in the car with us on the way home which was an hour drive from the Aunt and Uncle's house to where we live. I was entertaining my niece and nephew in the car and they were entertaining us. We all managed to get home and unpacked safely. So that happened yesterday. So today, I got up around 10:53 in the morning and made my bed. I gathered up some of my stuff and went to the front part of the house. I didn't have to go walking Kylie because she wasn't in the house. We didn't yet pick up Kylie from the dog place where she spent the night and the other day. I don't know when we are picking her up again. Anyway I had a sandwich and then went to grab my shoes to check the mail and to take out the trash. I didn't check the mail yesterday because we were gone all day. I came back inside and started hard work on the dishes. My mom on Thanksgiving didn't do the dishes because she was in pain so we had a huge pile of dishes in the sink left to do. So I tackled the dishes and put them way to dry. I couldn't fit a couple of plates in the drying rack so I left them in the sink. Meow I finished that and went to watch the service online on YouTube even though we didn't go in person. We as my family. I know my sister's family went to church today because they weren't there when I checked the mail. Meow it is currently 52 degrees outside. It was chillier this morning when I went to check the mail. I had to wear my hoodie. Meow after the service was over online I went to the front part of the house, to fix myself something to eat for a snack. I had Ramen Noodles for a snack. I finished that and went to sit down in the living room to write this entry. So far until now I had been the only one up awake in the house. Now my dad is up and getting himself some coffee. Well let me see. I had a conflict from a jerk on eBay yesterday over the item I sold him on eBay. The Nintendo 3DS was giving him problems like it wouldn't play regular DS games. Well I have been hoping that he doesn't get eBay involved because of this issue. I told him I don't accept returns and I don't. Meow well that's about all. My folks are up now and well I guess I might end this entry for now. Until later all.

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 232

Nicholas (Nick) Stephen McSwarek undercover part 42

The car accident part 17

Martha: pov it is after breakfast and nurse Zoey asks if she wants to go for a short walk to the nurses station and if anything is bothering her to speak up the burly guy from pt is here to help. All of us are going with her on the walk. Lanie is pushing the pole with the monitors. The burly guy from pt is helping her walk without falling over. Her dad Jim is holding her hand. Nurse Zoey is also with us in case of an emergency. I can tell by the way Katherine is swaying she's about to faint. Lanie is shouting she is going to faint. The burly guy from pt manages to catch her before she hits the floor.

Alexis: pov Nurse Zoey is shouting for a Dr luckily Dr Davidson is nearby visiting another patient

I wonder what caused her to faint. He is manually taking her vitals which don't seem that bad. The burly pt guy went to get a gurney for Kate. She is starting to wake up, Dr Davidson says welcome back. Kate says what happened, nurse Zoey mentions she fainted.

Castle: pov Dr Davidson tells her to stay down Clark went to get a gurney. Hey Kate you're okay, can you squeeze my hand good girl. Clark helps put Kate on the gurney. A bunch of tests need to be run on her to make sure everything is okay. Whatever happened was scary Lanie mentions it's common for pregnant women to faint. It never happened to Meredith thankfully then again Meredith complained about everything.

Lanie: pov after having a bunch of tests done on Kate Dr Davidson says everything looks good with Kate but her blood pressure is a little bit off and that might have caused the fainting but he's not 100 percent sure they will keep an eye on it. Kate is back asleep, it's decided we will get lunch while Kate sleeps. I ask if this will extend her hospital stay, Dr Davidson says not sure depends on her vitals. She will need to be seen by her cardiologist and obgyn once a week and have some form of pt when she gets out probably in a few days, she would also need to stay close to the hospital for a few days once she is released to make sure everything is okay.

Dr Claudia: pov I just want to let you guys know that we are having a group thing at the hospital with pregnant women with high risk pregnancies so they can talk about it to others in their situation if you would like to join. It's later today, her vitals should be fine by then. I have Nurse Zoey give Kate her lunch time feed.

Jim: pov Alexis and Dave are nice and got us subs from a place near the hospital for lunch. Lanie is on the phone with Perlmutter chatting about something, probably a murder. Katie is still asleep. About this group the Dr was talking about what, is it for Lanie who just got off the phone with perlmutter says pregnant women with high risk pregnancies like Katie. So the women in this group have heart conditions like Katie.

Lanie: pov no Jim other stuff that makes their pregnancies high risk like the fetus having birth defects or the mother having health issues like lung conditions, seizures, blood clots liver or kidney issues things like that.

Dave: pov Alexis mentions her mom is calling and she is going to head into the hallway so she does not disturb Kate. She returns a few minutes later saying mom is in Manhattan and wants to hang out with me and meet my boyfriend Dave, but with Kate the way she is I don't want to go far. Mr Castle says ask Meredith to come pick you up here or at the apartment, there are plenty of fun things to do in town. Alexis, she is your mother no matter how much she gets on your nerves.

Kate: pov i awake to the sounds of Alexis talking you should go hang out with your mother, I've got enough people here with me enjoy yourself. I can't believe I fainted before thankfully it was only a blood pressure issue which my Dr's are monitoring closely. I'm still grieving the loss of Nick. Hey Lanie do you know when his funeral was, she says a few days ago while you were sedated Ryan and Esposito went though since he was a fellow officer. I can't believe I missed his funeral, Lanie mentions I was too sick to go anyway.

Nurse Zoey: pov if Kate wants to go to the meeting in a little bit I can ask her Dr's if it's okay and make arrangements for a wheelchair to be brought over. Kate says what meeting, I explain everything to her. She says she would love to go.

Alexis: pov hey mom I just wanted to let you know me and Dave can hang out with you today. Can you pick us up? We are at the hospital visiting Kate.

Meredith: pov hospital is everything okay, she seems to be there a lot. Is it because of her heart that, poor thing is always sick.

Alexis: pov she was in a minor car accident that broke her left arm which needed surgery, they ran some tests before x-raying her arm and I'm going to be a big sister. To say everyone was shocked is an understatement. I didn't think it was possible. Obviously she is extremely high risk, just got over aspiration pneumonia and on top of that the officer she was working with was murdered the same day she had the car accident.

Meredith: pov I know I did something that made us drift apart but i’m glad to spend some time with you and your boyfriend

Jim: pov Katie suggests I head to the apartment and watch a movie and relax while she is at this meeting, Martha says she has lines to run so we can go to the apartment together. To be continued. ………

[where-i-keep-my-sh-t]

9/29/24

My dad came in sometime early this morning to ask if I wanted to hunt for gas and stuff again. I declined. My older brothers went with- leaving me with my mother and the younger siblings.

I realized my mistake a little too late. With everyone being younger than me and it being my mom’s birthday… well shit. I could only hope they’d come back soon- I wasn’t looking forward to the truckload of responsibility that was about to befall me. 

Fortunately, I was able to avoid most of it. (7:31pm)

I only had to walk around with them once or twice- a downed magnolia and childish wonder makes quite an interesting mix! My younger brother had seen me pick up one of the magnolia ‘heads’ (what I call the seed pods) and we went back to collect more. My mother was happy to see them- and we went back for more, and more. We collected about maybe 3 or 4 pounds worth- and she showed us a video about how to properly treat the bright red beautiful seeds. 

That was nice, and then my dad came home. 

With the family back together, I took everyone on a walk around the neighborhood. It was fun- I actually ran into a peer who stayed in my neighborhood. He took me to his house and invited me inside- but I was watching my siblings and politely declined. 

The evening was fine until I returned home. As I said- I’m treated like a child at my parents’ house. I tried to relax and was threatened with physical harm. So I begrudgingly spent the rest of the day outside. It was kind of stupid- the younger kids played ball and I kept getting called out for “being on my ass”. 

I didn’t want to play ball. I’m too tired to pour all my rage into these paragraphs now- but it was frustrating at the time. We spent hours just doing pretty much nothing until finally my father allowed me to take another walk- we went by my peer’s house but he was inside.

When I came back- older brother in tow- I ate a handful of grapes and hopped in the car to go hunt for ice again. All in all, today hasn’t been all too eventful either.

The ice hunt was… unsuccessful. 

We came back home and I drew a little bit- touched up on a nice piece before I became restless. My mother made ramen for my younger brothers and hot dogs for myself and my older siblings. We don’t have a bedtime, but it gets too dark to want to do anything around 11 o clock. That and most of us need to be up in the morning to hunt for things like gas and ice, so staying up generally isn’t a good idea.

With my device powered off, I was fixing to go to sleep. But then my dad arrived- we were going out again a couple hours later to see if the ice joint had restocked. I volunteered to go with. Deviceless, I succumbed to a late night chat with my father, even if I was getting delirious.

One thing I’ll always admire about him is his patience- his kindness is like a flowing river; endless, ever pouring. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, even in his age, and I’m glad he’d passed one on to me, too. I haven’t been easy to raise, for goodness’ sake, but that man continues to amaze me with his resilience.

All the ice joints were either out of service or out of ice. Shitty, I guess. We went to a gas station and he bought me junk again- I’ve been on a bit of a drinking craze lately, likely due to my dehydration. Dr. Pepper cream soda might not’ve been the best choice, but it was the choice I made, along with some zebra cakes. 

I’d never had zebra cakes before- and to be honest I wasn’t missing out on anything catastrophic. As a sweet-tooth type of guy, I’d come to realize it was all sugar: just with different colors and shapes and sizes. They were still good, of course. But I decided I wasn’t going to eat anything else that night.

We finally stumbled across a gas station with ice around one o’clock. With a bag and some cups full, we went ahead on home. 

We had a lot of interesting conversation- I talked about my peers, my friends, some classmates I didn’t quite enjoy. He was very wise, of course. I need to appreciate what he says to me more, but I don’t know. It’s hard sometimes. I get angry and don’t want to listen. He gets angry and doesn’t give me a chance to speak. 

When we got back home it was around 2 am. I was going to sleep- but when it didn’t come easily I decided to note down the rest of my day.

Hopefully I don’t have to wake up too early to get stuff.