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unluckyhoneybee · 3 years ago

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We just got new Angie content which got me thinking. Mick is definitely a dog person. But what if bff was a cat person who just happened to find a couple of kittens that need a home 🥺

Note: written from my phone and NOT EDITED. Sorry if there are mistakes.

Part 16. Best friends to lovers MASTERLIST

"Mick. I need to tell you something" You say on the phone.

"Em... Okay, tell me" He sounded scared.

"I found two kittens on my way home and I brought them to my flat"

"Two kittens?"

"Yes, Mick. They are super small and cute and I couldn't leave them there. I have been seen them on the street for a couple of weeks and I think they don't have a mum"

You heard him taking a deep breath.

"Mickey?"

"Don't Mikey me, YN. What are you gonna do with them?"

"Well... They are gonna stay for the night. The girls said that they are OK with it, so..."

You could picture him running his hand through his hair and frowning.

"Are you going to look for a family for them?"

You bit you lip and your lack of answer was more than enough for him.

"YN..."

"Mick, they are so tiny and cute..."

"Oh God..." You heard him taking a deep breath. "What about Angie? And who will take care of them when we travel?"

"Angie is a good dog, she will love them. You'll see"

"What am I gonna do with you?"

You laughed.

"I have a couple of things in mind"

"Shut up and send me a Pic of those things."

"Kittens, Mick. They are kittens."

"Okay, wait there." You out the travel cage on the floor and look at Mick. His arms were crossed on his chest and one of his eyebrows was furrowed.

"I'm not going anywhere."

He had been so grumpy since you told him you were keeping the kittens, named Oreo and Queso because one of them was black and white and the other had a golden color that reminded you to cheese.

"Okay, welcome guys." You moved one of their toys and as the two curious babies they were, they came out of the cage. "Hi, baby" Oreo meowed at you and Queso was too occupied with the toy.

You took the black one in your hands and looked at Mick. He seemed so unimpressed.

"Are you made of ice or something? How can you not smile? They are the cutest"

"I'm still not sure about this"

You know that after two weeks with the kittens living with you, Mick wouldn't make you give them in adoption. But he wasn't comfortable with the idea of keeping them either.

"Mick. It will be okay"

"They have those nails..."

"They scare you?"

"They don't scare me. I just don't trust them."

"Baby..."

When finally he let Angie in the room, the dog was curious. There was a new smell and two fur balls on her living room.

"Angie, come here baby"

The kittens were hidden behind your leg and you suspected that it was the first time they see a dog.

Angie came closer, sniffing the hair and looking at the cats.

"YN be careful. If they scratch her..."

"Mick, she will be okay."

He was sitting on the arm chair with a worried look on his face.

Angie came even closer and Oreo meowed. The dog looked at you and then at the cat.

"She is Oreo, Angie" You petted the cat to show the dog that it was okay, repeating the same thing with Queso. Soon the three of them were sniffing each other, Angie wanting to play with them but the kittens getting scared because she was so big.

"Angie, honey. Carefully, they are babies"

You saw Mick on the corner of your eye, pretending to not pay attention but with a tiny smile trying to scape his lips.

The kittens got used to the house and Angie quickly. As they were still babies when you found them, it was easy to get them to like traveling and behave on they travel cage.

"Look at him. He doesn't like me, YN"

Queso was sitting on the counter obverving how Mick prepared Angie's food.

"He likes you. He is just curious because the guy who lives with him doesn't want to feed him"

"I don't know how to feed a cat!"

"But you can drive a car 300km/h" You came closer to Mick and kissed his shoulder. "It's the same as Angie's food, but with cat food"

Queso meowed as if telling you were right. Soon his sister was in the counter too and also Angie patiently waiting on the floor.

You gave him the food and tapped his shoulder.

"C'mon, you are gonna feed the cats today"

"Why do I need to feed your cats?"

"You need to feed OUR cats because you need to learn how to do it and because I feed OUR dog all the time"

He rolled his eyes but feed the cats, who happily ate the food.

"See, it's not that difficult"

"I still think they hate me"

"They don't hate you. You just have to open a bit more around them. They can feel how tense you are"

You kissed his shoulder and he looked at Queso and Oreo.

A few days later, you had gone to do some groceries and when you came back to the apartment, nobody came to say hi.

"Mick? Angie? Babies? Oreo? Queso?"

You looked for them around the house. When you opened the door to your bedroom, you gasped.

In the middle of your bed was Mick sleeping and snoring softly. On his side, Angie was resting her head on his thigh. Queso was curled on his abdomen and Oreo's face was right next to Mick's on the pillow.

You smiled and took a million photos before laying next to them.

"Mickey" You touched his nose and he opened his eyes, blushing at the moment. You kissed his lips and laughed at his taken aback expression. You had caught him in the act. "Care to explain?"

"I-I wanted to bond with them"

"Oh baby, that's so cute..." You kissed them again, Queso interrupting you like the jealous cat he was.

"Okay, kisses for you too" You kissed the cat's head softly and smile.

"They are not that bad" Mick said in a whisper so low that you almost didn't hear them.

"What did you said, baby?"

"They are not that bad"

You laughed and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

"I love you so much. I knew you would warm up with them"

"Yeah yeah..." He raid rolling his eyes and hugging you to his side.

Queso found his place on Mick's abdome again.

"I mean, Angie and you seemed to love them so... I trust you girls"

You laughed a bit.

"I'm glad. I'm really happy with our little family"

#Mick Schumacher #best friends to lovers #Ms #Blurb #Fluff #F1 blurd

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barnesandco · 3 years ago

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Little Hands (V)

Series Masterlist

Bucky treats you to a day out.

This is an entry for @star-spangled-bingo 2021. Word count: 1625. Square filled: “Lucky (Clint’s dog)”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Police. Sad child.

A/N: This is so late and I am so sorry. Let me know what you think! And massive thank you’s to anyone who is still reading this disaster.

Morning brings a new perspective, a new ease in the way Bucky moves around Ana. He pretends he doesn’t know that you witnessed the way they bonded last night, and for that benefit you don’t bring it up. It’s discussed and laid to rest with the intelligent smile you give him, one that he lets dissolve through his sternum and curl around his heart. Tendrils of soft hope, wisps of quiet connection, strengthening the friendship you’ve established and glinting with promise of something more.

Something more might have to wait, but Bucky thinks you’ve made it clear that it is there, on the horizon, awaiting you both. A future, one that, on his part, also involves the little soul that sits on top of the kitchen island, swinging her legs into the cabinets. Children are early risers, and so are superheroes, but today, on this cool morning, Anastasia has them beat.

So, it’s just the three of you. Bucky, and Anastasia, and you. You’re cutting up fruit and washing berries for the pancakes he’s making while you also remotely monitor the tea. A minty brew, warm, topped with honey and lemon, sharp enough to wake lingering drowsiness while still soothing, syrup-soft. You know your stuff, and Bucky’s glad to have a change of pace after a fast week of too much too strong too sweet coffee, even if he chooses to have it that way.

This particular change of pace would give him whiplash if not for the fact that he got a good night’s sleep, Anastasia’s nightmares notwithstanding. It has strengthened his resolve to find her a child psychologist, somebody who can help her better than he can, once this ordeal with Tobias Zola is over and they are all safe.

He needs to keep her safe. It was her mother’s – no, her final caretaker’s – last wish and request, and now that they are tied by blood, it has become his. She really looks so much like him. Her hair hasn’t developed the same brown yet, it’s still a shade lighter, with hints of golden for the lesser age, the summer sun bleaching that has yet to pass. It’s curly like his never was, likely an affectation of whatever female contribution is in her genetics.

Her genetics. Bucky shakes his head at the frying pan. He doesn’t want to sound like one of the scientists that put her into this situation, into this cruel, cruel world.

A clearing of your throat breaks him out of the thought bubble, and he flips the last pancake out of the pan and onto a plate, much to Anastasia’s delight. The ensuing giggle is the closest thing he’s heard to laughter from the kid. That’s not good. Children need laughter. He makes himself, and Ana, a silent promise to be more uplifting.

“Do you think we could leave the Compound, today?” You ask, out of nowhere, as you place the assorted fruit on the table. Ana, whose hands is halfway to the strawberries, stops as she waits on Bucky’s answer. Clearly, this is something she wants, too. Who is he to deny them?

“Sure. Fury might want us to take some security measures, but we should be fine.”

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That’s how they wind up at an ice cream parlor by 10 am, after the security has been cleared with Fury and Sam, and the only addition to their little team is Lucky, a dog apparently shared by Clint and his protégé in the city, one Kate Bishop. They’ve been told that while not a trained security dog, Lucky has sensors that will let Kate know if they’re in danger, and she can provide and send further backup. The rest of the Avengers are busy with tracking down leads to Zola.

Bucky knows he can protect you and Ana just fine, should need be, and isn’t worried about the fact that the only bodyguard they’ve been provided with is canine. Ana has bonded with the dog and walks with one hand in the fur by its shoulder and the other in his own hand, her eyes flitting between the sights of the city and her companions. Her caretakers. Her guardians.

The ice cream place is a little business that another one of Steve’s children is working at on weekends. is a head shorter than Bucky, and terrifies the living wits out of him. She’s one hell of a people watcher, she has a sweet tooth and a thing for Jane Austen, and the world is lucky her foremost interest is in dessert making and not something far more nefarious, like say, espionage.

She greets Bucky at the door with a hug and shakes both your and Ana’s hands, and lets you all sit outside so you can be with Lucky. The rusty fall sun makes Lucky’s fur shine like spun gold and light Ana up in hues of ruby and topaz, and you turn your face to the light and sigh.

For a moment, the world is quiet. For a moment, the scent of sugar crystallizes on his face like the sensation of rightness does. And when it ends, it’s not with a crash landing. It’s a gentle reorientation. You open your eyes, look at him with immeasurable affection. Ana pets Lucky. Vivien says, “Let me know when you’re ready to order, Uncle Bucky,” and puts a menu on the table.

You decide on a mango ice cream shake, Bucky wants an Oreo sundae, and Ana, of course, demands the largest dish on the menu, the one whose picture is emblazoned across a good quarter of the laminated card. A massive ice cream and berry split.

When your order arrives, Anastasia laughs for the second time. Bucky thinks he should say something, make a joke, conversation, but in this moment, nothing else could feel so forced. He’s a man of few words and many services. That’s how he chooses to love, and Ana can see that. You can see that.

It's why you nod affirmingly when he meets your eyes over Ana’s mountain of ice cream. You carry entire sentences in your glances, words of silent confidence, the fuel he is feeding on right now.

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Ana is happy. The world, if for a few hours, is right. He knows it cannot last, even now, walking back to the car after a morning and afternoon of joy, arms laden down with bags of new things, treats he never had but can now provide. Despite the resignation that has started to weigh on him, he reminds himself: his daughter has a home. She will be safe, and he will take care of her, no matter what it takes.

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The car ride back is louder than he anticipated. You give the music a go, playing something by Raveena, a sweet voice he likes but that Ana talks over, making quite the chaotic symphony that he likes even more. Lucky contributes the occasional bright bark that makes Ana laugh, pausing her incessant chatter, if momentarily.

Mostly, she talks about what she saw, the things she has now started to process, asks questions about the stores she did not previously have the luxury to, presumably because her previous guardian didn’t have the means, and besides, they were on the run.

He’s grateful to her. Irene. Before he was confused but now it is obvious: Ana is his daughter, and he wants her as much as any other parent does their child, even if the way she was thrown into her life was unconventional, to say the least.

Looking at her in the rearview mirror as she twists in her seat to reach Lucky in the back, he knows he will move heaven and earth to remove the threats in her path. It makes him dangerous. It makes him a father.

“You okay?” You ask, following his gaze, and Bucky smiles, eyes returning to the road.

“Never better.”

Your hand finds his where it takes a break from the steering wheel to rest on his knee. He twists your joined hands until he can hold yours. Squeezes it, as if to say, thank you. As if to say, we’ll all be okay.

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Turns out, he’s wrong, and this is why you should never rely on routines. Promises are made to be broken. When they get back, the NYPD is waiting, and not to update them on the case. He sees the waiting handcuffs, and he knows you do, too.

You make the right move, trying to usher Ana out of the room with some excuse or other, but it’s too late. Her instincts have latched onto the fact that something is very, very wrong.

The DA says, “James Buchanan Barnes, you’re under arrest as a suspect in the murder of Irene Orlov,” and Ana screams, and screams, and screams.

Bucky tries not to close his eyes, knows it’s too late to put his hands over his ears as cuffs close around his wrists. Besides, he needs to show that he understands the charges, and yes, they’re reading him his Miranda rights, and yes, he understands.

He’s innocent. And his team will prove it. But it’s no use arguing with these people, so he goes silently, even as he hears Sam, Steve and Nat going at it with the police chief in the dull background of Ana’s roar. It’s no use. The police wouldn’t be here without reason, and they’ll let him go when his team finds them reason to.

Everything is going to be okay, he tells himself. It has to. Because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if it isn’t.

Bucky sees you, tear-sodden and holding onto a distraught Ana, in the reflection of the glass doors before they slide open.

#SSB2021 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfic #avengers #avengers fanfiction

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weirdthinkingdragon · 4 years ago

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Welcome To The Family (1/???)

Yandere EraserMic household x reader

Finally decided to start writing it! I’ve never babysat in my life, so if this is incredibly wrong I’m sorry. No warnings for now. No idea how many chapters this is going to be right now, but for sure at least 3-5.

I’m on my way to babysit two new children. Well, a child and later in the day a teenager when they get back from school. It’s beyond astonishing somehow being the one selected to babysit two children of heroes. They’re adopted, but that makes it all the more strange. I can’t complain much though. They’re paying a rather large amount and asked me to keep quiet about it. I have to go there early in the morning and be there most of the day. They also warned me some days I may have to babysit them longer than others. They did also warn me a few of their students may come by to hang out with Eri for a bit.

My fist knocks on the door four times. Yamada- hopefully, I remembered who is who correctly- opens it. He lets me in with a giant and welcoming smile on his face. In the living room were the other three. Eri, and the other which must be Shinsou, look at me cautiously. Eri hides a bit behind the black-haired adult while Shinsou seems rather watchful and wary of me. I crouch down to her level but stay a bit away to introduce myself. “You must be Eri. I’ve heard a lot about you. My name’s Y/N. I hope to get along with you.” This is true, I’ve been informed by the two about what she has been through.

The black-haired man confirms with a small nod down to her as she looks up at him. Whatever that was supposed to be about, it helped make her take a step away from him and look at me more.

Aizawa- hopefully, I’m still correct- looks at the clock. “We need to go now.” the blond nods and leaves for their rather expensive-looking black car. Aizawa leaves as well. Shinsou glares at me one last time before he starts to head towards the door as well. “Don’t do anything you will regret.” He threatens and leaves too.

Eri sits on the couch still timidly staring at me. To say it felt awkward between us is an understatement. “So, Eri, would you like to show me your favorite toys? Or maybe there’s a show you really like we could watch for a while?” Like a lightswitch, her eyes light up like she was just told she could have all the candy in the world. She then takes off up the stairs for presumably her bedroom. I wait in the living room for her return. I take a moment to examine the living room better. There are hardly any pictures on the walls. There’s only one with the four of them and a bunch of teens. Must be his class. They look like a chaotic and lively bunch. The light gray couch is in the middle of the living room with a large flat screen T.V. in front of it. To the left of the couch and a little behind is a matching gray loveseat with a giant cat tree between it and the wall. Huh, so they have a cat or possibly two. Surprised they’re not in the living room. The black stand under the T.V. matches the coffee table in front of it. There’s a door straight from the main entrance I entered from. My guess is either a bathroom or the kitchen. Next to it is a flight of stairs that Eri went up. That must lead to the bedrooms. There’s another door next to the stairs. A closet maybe? Or maybe another bedroom.

Eri comes down a few minutes later with five stuffed animals in her arms. A green rabbit with matching green eyes, a brown teddy bear with beady eyes, a blue galaxy patterned fox with turquoise eyes, a yellow dog with blue eyes, and a cute tiny light gray unicorn with glittery pink eyes. It looks like her and seems like her favorite with how it seems a little worn. They’re all so adorable that I think my heart might have melted.

“Aw, what are their names?” She proudly holds them up and says their names. The one that got me was “Deku”. Doesn’t that mean useless? How would a child know that term? More importantly, how are the adults allowing her to name it that?

“Deku? Why is it named that?”

“He saved me. I wanted a stuffed animal like him!” She cheerfully says. I’m not going to question why they chose that name.

“They sound like amazing people! I can’t wait to meet them someday!” She smiles at me. It quickly becomes sad instead. “But I won’t be going to the school with them anymore…”

I try to think of how to make her feel better. Those two must be the ones her fathers warned me will come over at some point. “Well, maybe I could ask your parents if they can come over someday after school.” She enthusiastically nods.

It grows quiet between us again as she holds her stuffed animals.

I look back at the cat tree. “I see you have a cat tree. Do you know where the cat is?”

“We have three!” she cheerfully informs.

“Three? Wow! I bet they keep you safe, huh?” I question. She shrugs. “Mochi is too big to even jump on the bed.”

“Mochi? Cute name!”

“Mrow” came a sudden voice from the cat tree. There’s a box part on the floor I somehow missed earlier. A rather fat cat saunters out of it. “Mochi!” Eri cheerfully yells and goes over to it. It’s an orange tabby. She tries to pick him up and miraculously succeeds. It’s so comical I can’t help but laugh. A child carrying a cat that’s almost as big as her. She waddles over with it and places them on the couch between us. They just yawn, stretch, and lie down right where they were plopped. They roll over to show their belly. I rub the belly of it. How could I not? Once again, it doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“What are the names of the other two?” I ask.

“Sundae and Oreo! They’re brothers!”

“Are they as big as Mochi?” She shakes her head. “No. My dads went to buy things that feed the cats when we are not home.”

“That’s good! Maybe later we could try finding the other two and have a tea party or something.” She looked like she was nearly screaming in excitement at the news. “Only one of my dads likes to do tea parties with me.”

I smile. “Well, now you have two that do!”

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Many hours later, she decided she wanted to do the tea party. We were able to find the other two cats which were sleeping on her dads’ bed. Eri told me they were in there since I didn’t go in there out of respect. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring a dress or suit to change into for her. I’ll have to remember that for next week so I can do it when not babysitting.

Oreo and Sundae were rather difficult to settle down into chairs around the table. They’re tuxedos and an easy way to tell which is who is apparently the white eyebrows on Oreo that makes him look always angry. We just gave up when they decided to sit on the table instead of the chairs.

The tea set is a pastel green with interesting shiny gold lines decorating it. It’s a great contrast to the small dark red table it’s on in her room. She has tons of drawings with her, Shinsou, and the two adults covering her walls. There’s also a few with a green-haired and blond with her. There is nothing in the teacups as she passes one to me. “Why, thank you, Eri!” She smiles and nods. That smile needs to be protected.

It’s hard to think someone could do something so evil to such an innocent bean. I’m beyond glad she’s in a much better home now. I’ve only known her for like half a day, but if something were to happen to her, I’d kill everyone around me and then myself. She looks behind me and lights up more. “Toshi!”

I turn around to see Shinsou leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed and a glare aimed at me. How long has he been there? Man, he’s incredibly quiet. I understand why he doesn’t trust me yet. I’m still a stranger after all. It would be more concerning if he did trust me immediately. I give him an inviting smile. “Welcome, Shinsou! Why don’t you come to our tea party instead of standing there? I’m sure Eri would be more than happy to have her brother join!”

“Yes! C’mon Toshi, please?” She begs. He shakes his head. “You two go ahead. I’d rather watch for now.” He says, hardening his glare at me. Eri doesn’t seem to notice his glare and goes back to her chair. How cute though, a protective brother! She deserves nothing less.

After that, she wanted to show me her favorite show. Shinsou sits rather close to her between us. Seems a bit excessive, but whatever makes him comfortable I guess. Checking the clock above the T.V., it was almost time for me to go.

Shinsou goes to the bathroom, but something tells me he’s testing me. I mean, I didn't do anything before he came home, and wouldn’t Eri have already run to him if I did do something? Well, with the villains around you can’t be so sure.

Eri swings her feet while sitting farther up on the couch. “Are you going to come back tomorrow?”

“Of course! We still have so many things we have to do together!” I reach over and go to rub her head. She flinches so I take my hand away and think for a moment. How can I get her to trust me without any problems occurring? “Hey, Eri?” She looks at me again with trust, yet a hint of unease still in her eyes. Please don’t tell me I just royally screwed up. “How about this. I do to myself what I’m going to do to you, and you can allow it or not. Like this.” I say, and gently rub the top of my head. I bring my hand halfway to her and wait for her reply.

It takes a moment, but she gives me a small nod. I rub her head, making her give a big smile to me.

At that moment, the door opened to reveal the two men. They were tense as we locked eyes, but that went away when they noticed Eri was smiling at me.

“Welcome back you guys! Eri and I had so much fun today. She even brought me to her tea party! Your cats gave us quite a bit of trouble to involve them though.” I inform as Eri goes to hug Yamada and then Aizawa right after.

Shinsou comes into the room as well. Like a silent conversation, he gives a curt nod to Aizawa, which he returns.

Yamada smirks at me. “But what’s important is… Did ya succeed?”

I shrug. “Kind of. We got them to stay on the table instead of the chair.” He snickers. “That’s those devious two!” He looks down at Eri. “Ya must have had a lotta fun, huh? Sad to miss the party!”

I decide to leave so they get more time as a family before they have to go to bed. I don’t need to interfere with that. I wave to her as I go to the door and put on my shoes. “See you tomorrow, Eri!” She waves back, shocking the two adults. Wonder why they’re shocked about that. Maybe she doesn’t usually trust new people as fast? Well, I’ve always been pretty good with children.

I wave at the three men as well and leave excited for what tomorrow might bring.

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I have rather big plans for this story. Hopefully I keep up with it, and I promise it will get better later on.

#EraserMic household #yandere present mic #yandere eraserhead #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere shinso hitoshi #yandere x reader #yandere mha x reader #welcome to the family

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thesmokingguns · 4 years ago

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Carnival First Date with Tommy One Shot

Word Count: 2001

Summary: Based on the head cannon from a few weeks ago. Tommy takes you to the carnival on a first date. He’s just a fun time to be around and you get to experience the various sides he has

Note: feedback is always welcome. Messages me any requests you have! Thanks for reading

Tommy was drumming his hands against the steering wheel, shooting nervous looks up at the front door. He was waiting for his date to come out. He had met this chick a couple weeks ago at a bar where she was a waitress. He had been doing every day asking her to go out, only to get that pretty little smile and a laugh as she declined him. Until today at lunch where he had been talking to Nikki about the carnival in town when she had been walking by. He had perked up seeing her and instantly invited her to go out with him expecting the usual no. She had slapped her address down on the table telling him she’d see him at 6pm. Now it was 5:59 and he was wondering if he should go knock on the door.

The front door flew and he saw the mess of brown curls out of your usual ponytail. You were wearing these tiny shorts, Converse and a cropped top to try and stay cool in the summer heat. You were letting the metal door slam shut, heart racing looking around until your eyes found him. Tommy smiled as you did a small wave, jogging over to the car tossing your bag inside the open window before jumping in.

“Hey, thanks for picking me up.” It was weird going out with this guy who had been hitting on you nonstop for weeks.

“Thanks for putting out of my misery and finally going out with me.” As soon as he revved the engine you grabbed hold of the door, your heart sinking as he sped through traffic. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you were going to puke tonight.

Tommy was like an over excited chimpanzee when you pulled into the dirt parking lot. His eyes were blazing in excitement as he climbed out the car over to your side and pulling the door open.

“We need to hold hands so we don’t get lost.” He was weaving his fingers into yours, a perfect fit. It was easy with how smooth he was. He was running, skipping and into the gates. Before you could pull your money out he was getting you bracelets for the rides tonight and letting go of your hand to put it on.

“Do you want to get on rides first or get something to eat?” You asked as he walked towards the excitement with your hands together once more.

“We should get the fried Oreos and maybe some cotton candy..Ohhh they have fresh donuts.” you suddenly were worried that maybe he would be the one that puked.

Tommy ate two full orders of fried Oreos, a chocolate milk shake, popcorn, and even decided to share his fried dough with you.

He’s so easy to joke with and you’re laughing so hard your stomach hurts. You’re holding hands as he runs to get you guys in line for the Zipper. You hesitate slightly before stepping into the ride and you feel his hand rubbing over your knuckles.

“We can go on another ride or play games if you’re into that?” He offers, giving the guy about to lock you in a look so you have time to decide what you want to do. Your hearts fluttering as you smile, reaching out to bring the bar down and lock you in. He’s smiling with you as the ride starts up.

It’s infectious. His laughter and joy deep into you and you’re laughing so hard as you weave between people. It feels like you’ve created this little bubble in the two hours you’ve been together and you’re seriously thinking it’s been the two happiest hours of your life. Even though you puked at one point in the bushes he had just gotten you water and asked if you wanted to go home but you didn’t want to go home. You wanted to be where he was, where this happiness was. Your cheeks were sore and you had a stomach ache from the muscles in your body adjusting to the joy Tommy was bringing them.

“We have to ride the Ferris Wheel!” He said, pulling you along and cutting the line that he didn’t realize was there to get you guys on. Your heart was racing as you thought of how high up you’d be but Tommy was already looking out into the distance.

You’re looking over the carnival, the sound of people slowly fading as you get higher up. The wind feels good on your flushed cheeks and you tilt your head up welcoming the cool relief.

“Can I kiss you?” You’re shocked when he asks this and don’t respond because you can’t remember a time when someone asked to kiss you instead of doing it. It’s respectful and kind. You manage a nod and he leans forward, his hand sliding over your face to hold you against him as his lips meet yours. It’s like everything that you’ve been waiting for. Tommy pulls away, this big smile on his face and he’s suddenly standing up rocking the whole Ferris Wheel car you’re riding in.

“Tommy-“

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” He’s screaming as the car is shaking and you question your entire life as it’s flashing before your eyes. He’s screaming and hollering, well the operator of the ride is shouting something that is lost in the wind.

“Tommy.” It comes out as a whisper and he sits down throwing an arm around you. A sheepish smile on his face.

He helps you off the Ferris wheel, spinning you around before dragging you off to the bumper cars. He stops along the way offering to buy you an ice cream.

You can feel him watching you. Your tongue on the soft serve, dragging upward. Your eyes dart to where Tommy is watching, ice cream dripping down his hand.

“Can I have a taste of yours?” He is reaching out holding his ice cream out, watching you. Smiling, you grab his wrist licking the chocolate off his fingers. Smiling as you see his smile spread. You pull away licking your bottom lip.

“Well, you’re definitely proving to be worth the wait.” He teased watching the way you smirked. “Are you having a good time because if you’re not we can leave?” He was so sincere and worried about you enjoying yourself you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Cmon, drummer boy. I want to ride bumper cars.” You were tugging him along. Tommy couldn’t stop his smile watching as you pulled him along.

You were pretty sure that you had some sort of trauma from Tommy slamming his bumper car into you so hard you were sure you were going to have whiplash. As you turned the car to back up he was slamming into your side, a shit eating grin on his face.

“I like that you’re competitive, Y/N.” He said helping you stand from the bumper cars. You rubbed your neck giving him a look and wanting to kick him in the shin. But he was smiling offering you his hand and you guys were off again.

It was funny watching him get mad at the games. He took another three baseballs shooting a glance over his shoulder at you. He had been dead set on winning a teddy bear and was failing. He had, however, managed to gather an audience of kids. When Tommy noticed all the kids he slammed some money down on the table.

“Maybe they’ll have better luck.” He joked walking away as the kids excitedly rushed forward. His arm was around you as you walked through the carnival grounds that was getting less busy as closing time approached.

“That was really nice of you to do.” You said watching him shrug like he didn’t care. A smile danced over hour face and you rolled your eyes at the way he was trying to play off a cool rockstar, “would you think it was super lame if we did the photo booth?” His eyes lit up dragging you inside the tight space. Tommy was so tall that when he sat you had nowhere to really go other than his lap. His hands rested on your thighs as you fed the machine the dollar bill leaning back against him. You ended up feeding the machine a lot of money until the final picture where Tommy was kissing you.

You shifted on his lap, leaning into his embrace. Kissing Tommy felt good, like this relaxing wave of pleasure through your whole body. He tasted sweet, probably from all the junk food he had been eating. His hand was running up your leg, under the loose crop top, cupping a breast in his palm. The soft moan was drowned out in his kiss and he was ready to take you right there. You could feel him growing under your body and the primary urge for more was over taking her. A knock outside the booth had you both stopping. Instead of an awkwardness you both fell into a fit of giggle spilling out. He grabbed the pictures, stuffing them into his pocket and moving back over to the games.

Tommy stopped seeing the goldfish in the bags. He frowned, counting how many bags there were. Turning to you he gave you a quick smile.

“How much for all the goldfish?” He asked. The man seemed confused by his question and even you were confused. There had to be thirty bags of goldfish. But Tommy was counting out bills and grabbing bags of fish, motioning for you to take some too. And then you were headed for the exit. Stopping only when Tommy wanted to kiss the goats head at the petting zoo.

“What is the plan for all these fish?” You asked as you helped him lay them in the back seat. They did look pretty sad in their plastic little bags.

“We’re going to drive to the ocean and free them.” You wanted to argue you weren’t sure goldfish didn’t come from the ocean but you weren’t exactly sure where goldfish came from.

Tommy kept looking in the rear view mirror checking on the fish like they were kids. It was funny to see him so nervous about the thirty fish in his car.

When you get to the beach you’re unloading fish and Tommy is naming them as he unloads them into the ocean.

“Have a good life Jeffrey. Best wishes Omar. I hope you meet a good guy, Josephina.” You’re crying laughing at how sincere he is. Tommy finally lets out the last fish which he names after himself.

“Do you feel better?” You asked him as you’re both sitting there, the sound of the ocean all around you and just an easy understanding between you two.

“At least they have a chance of life now.” He scoops up your hand and you’re laughing again. Standing up to brush off your thighs. Tommy looks confused by this but stands up.

“I had a great time tonight but I have to work tomorrow and there’s been this cute guy coming in everyday so I need to make sure that I’m ready for him.” He shook his head.

“There better not be another guy.” You laughed shrugging your shoulders and starting to run up the sand with Tommy on your heels chasing you back to the black.

When you pulled up to your house he walked you to your front door. His hands were jammed in the front pockets of his jeans and you could see he was going to ask you something.

“I had a good time tonight.” You agreed with him, “Can I take you out again tomorrow?” You let the smile spread across your lips as you opened the door.

“I work the 11-7 shift tomorrow. Why don’t you ask me then?” You teased heading inside the house. There would be a lot more of that drummer boy in your future.

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 16: Mini Elvis

The war god was waiting for us in the diner parking lot. "Well, well," he said. "You didn't get yourself killed." "You knew it was a trap," Percy hissed. Ares gave me a wicked grin. "Bet that crippled blacksmith was surprised when he netted a couple of stupid kids. You looked good on TV." Taking the shield from Percy I shoved it at him. "You're a jerk." Annabeth and Grover caught their breath. Ares grabbed the shield and spun it in the air like pizza dough. It changed form, melting into a bulletproof vest. He slung it across his back. "See that truck over there?" He pointed to an eighteen-wheeler parked across the street from the diner. "That's your ride. Take you straight to L.A., with one stop in Vegas." The eighteen-wheeler had a sign on the back, which I could read only because it was reverse-printed white on black, a good combination for dyslexia: KINDNESS INTERNATIONAL: HUMANE ZOO TRANSPORT. WARNING: LIVE WILD ANIMALS. Percy said, "You're kidding." Ares snapped his fingers. The back door of the truck unlatched. "Free ride west, punk. Stop complaining. And here's a little something for doing the job." He slung a blue nylon backpack off his handlebars and tossed it to Percy. Inside were fresh clothes for all of us, twenty bucks in cash, a pouch full of golden drachmas, and a bag of Double Stuff Oreos. Percy said, "I don't want your lousy—" "Thank you, Lord Ares," Grover interrupted, giving him his best red-alert warning look. "Thanks a lot." I could see Percy gritting his teeth. It was probably a deadly insult to refuse something from a god, but I also didn't want anything that Ares had touched. Reluctantly, he swung the bag over his shoulder. I looked back at the diner, which had only a couple of customers now. The waitress who'd served us dinner was watching nervously out the window, like she was afraid Ares might hurt us. She dragged the fry cook out from the kitchen to see. She said something to him. He nodded, held up a little disposable camera and snapped a picture of us. Great, I thought. We'll make the papers again tomorrow.

I imagined the headline: TWELVE-YEAR-OLD OUTLAWS BEATS UP DEFENSELESS BIKER. "You owe us one more thing," Percy told Ares, trying to keep my voice level. "You promised me information about our parents." "You sure you can handle the news?" He kick-started his motorcycle. "They're not dead." The ground seemed to spin beneath me. "What do you mean?" "I mean Percy's mom was taken away from the Minotaur before she could die. She was turned into a shower of gold, right? That's metamorphosis. Not death. She's being kept. As for yours, I saw them myself. Upstairs with the big guys. Why do you think you're causing one of the biggest uproar up there? They're refusing to tell who your parent is. No matter how much cut." He smirked. "What...?" Percy and the others must've seen something as they all held me back. "What are they doing to them?" I could feel the ground shake as Percy's grip on me tighten. We'll save them... calm down. Not the hero. Us. So calm down. "Calm down Y/N." Percy whispered. The ground stopped shaking and took a deep breath. "I will make you all kneel." I said. He looked at me confusedly. Then he shrug it off then laughed, "Oh yeah? can't wait, kid." Percy gripped my shoulder. "You're pretty smug, Lord Ares, for a guy who runs from Cupid statues." Behind his sunglasses, fire glowed. I felt a hot wind in my hair. "We'll meet again, Percy Jackson. Next time you're in a fight, watch your back." He revved his Harley, then roared off down Delancy Street. Annabeth said, "That was not smart, Percy." "I don't care." "You don't want a god as your enemy. Especially not that god." "Hey, guys," Grover said. "I hate to interrupt, but ..." He pointed toward the diner. At the register, the last two customers were paying their check, two men in identical black coveralls, with a white logo on their backs that matched the one on the KINDNESS INTERNATIONAL truck. "If we're taking the zoo express," Grover said, "we need to hurry." I didn't like it, but we had no better option. Besides, I'd seen enough of Denver. We ran across the street and climbed in the back of the big rig, closing the doors behind us. The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was like the world's biggest pan of kitty litter. The trailer was dark inside until Percy uncapped Riptide. The blade cast a faint bronze light over a very sad scene. Sitting in a row of filthy metal cages were three of the most pathetic zoo animals I'd ever beheld: a zebra, a male albino lion, and some weird antelope thing I didn't know the name for. Someone had thrown the lion a sack of turnips, which he obviously didn't want to eat. The zebra and the antelope had each gotten a Styrofoam tray of hamburger meat. The zebra's mane was matted with chewing gum, like somebody had been spitting on it in their spare time. The antelope had a stupid silver birthday balloon tied to one of his horns that read OVER THE HILL! Apparently, nobody had wanted to get close enough to the lion to mess with him, but the poor thing was pacing around on soiled blankets, in a space way too small for him, panting from the stuffy heat of the trailer. He had flies buzzing around his pink eyes and his ribs showed through his white fur. "This is kindness?" Grover yelled. "Humane zoo transport?" He probably would've gone right back outside to beat up the truckers with his reed pipes, and we would've helped him, but just then the trucks engine roared to life, the trailer started shaking, and we were forced to sit down or fall down. We huddled in the corner on some mildewed feed sacks, trying to ignore the smell and the heat and the flies. Grover talked to the animals in a series of goat bleats, but they just stared at him sadly. Annabeth was in favor of breaking the cages and freeing them on the spot, but I pointed out it wouldn't do much good until the truck stopped moving. Besides, I had a feeling we might look a lot better to the lion than those turnips. I found a water jug and refilled their bowls, then Percy used Riptide to drag the mismatched food out of their cages. He gave the meat to the lion and the turnips to the zebra and the antelope. Grover calmed the antelope down, while I used my knife to cut the balloon off his horn. Annabeth wanted to cut the gum out of the zebra's mane, too, but we decided that would be too risky with the truck bumping around. We told Grover to promise the animals we'd help them more in the morning, then we settled in for night. Grover curled up on a turnip sack; Annabeth opened our bag of Double Stuff Oreos and nibbled on one halfheartedly; I tried to cheer myself up by concentrating on the fact that we were halfway to Los Angeles. Halfway to our destination. It was only June fourteenth. The solstice wasn't until the twenty-first. We could make it in plenty of time. On the other hand, I had no idea what to expect next. The gods kept toying with me. At least Hephaestus had the decency to be honest about it—he'd put up cameras and advertised me as entertainment. But even when the cameras weren't rolling, I had a feeling my quest was being watched. I was a source of amusement for the gods. And it wasn't helping knowing they're hurting my parents. Here I was risking my life for them and what are they doing? "Hey," Percy cooed, "We'll save them. No matter what. I promised you that." "Okay." Percy pulled me closer until I was resting on him. Annabeth cleared her throat. "Hey, sorry I wasn't much help back at the park... I could've helped getting you guys out... It's just..." She shuddered. "Spiders." "Because of the Arachne story," I guessed. "She got turned into a spider for challenging your mom to a weaving contest, right?" She nodded. "Arachne's children have been taking revenge on the children of Athena ever since. If there's a spider within a mile of me, it'll find me. I hate the creepy little things." "We're a team, remember?" Percy said. "Besides, Grover did the fancy flying. All we did was grab the shield." I thought he was asleep, but he mumbled from the corner, "I was pretty amazing, wasn't I?" Annabeth, Percy and I laughed. She pulled apart an Oreo, handed me and Percy a half each. "In the Iris message... did Luke really say nothing?" I munched my cookie and thought about how to answer. The conversation via rainbow had bothered me all evening. "Luke said you and he go way back. He also said Grover wouldn't fail this time. Nobody would turn into a pine tree." Percy answered. In the dim bronze light of the sword blade, it was hard to read their expressions. Grover let out a mournful bray. "I should've told you the truth from the beginning." His voice trembled. "I thought if you knew what a failure I was, you wouldn't want me along." "You were the satyr who tried to rescue Thalia, the daughter of Zeus." He nodded glumly. "And the other two half-bloods Thalia befriended, the ones who got safely to camp..." Percy looked at Annabeth. "That was you and Luke, wasn't it?" She put down her Oreo, uneaten. "Like you said, Percy, a seven-year-old half-blood wouldn't have made it very far alone. Athena guided me toward help. Thalia was twelve. Luke was fourteen. They'd both run away from home, like me. They were happy to take me with them. They were... amazing monster-fighters, even without training. We traveled north from Virginia without any real plans, fending off monsters for about two weeks before Grover found us." "I was supposed to escort Thalia to camp," he said, sniffling. "Only Thalia. I had strict orders from Chiron: don't do anything that would slow down the rescue. We knew Hades was after her, see, but I couldn't just leave Luke and Annabeth by themselves. I thought... I thought I could lead all three of them to safety. It was my fault the Kindly Ones caught up with us. I froze. I got scared on the way back to camp and took some wrong turns. If I'd just been a little quicker..." "Stop it," Annabeth said. "No one blames you. Thalia didn't blame you either." "She sacrificed herself to save us," he said miserably, "Her death was my fault. The Council of Cloven Elders said so." "Because you wouldn't leave two other half-bloods behind?" Percy said. "That's not fair." "Percy's right," Annabeth said. "I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for you, Grover. Neither would Luke. We don't care what the council says." Grover kept sniffling in the dark. "It's just my luck. I'm the lamest satyr ever, and I find the two most powerful half-bloods of the century, Thalia and Percy." "You're not lame," Annabeth insisted. "You've got more courage than any satyr I've ever met. Name one other who would dare go to the Underworld. I bet Percy is really glad you're here right now." She kicked me in the shin. "Yeah," I said, which I would've done even without the kick. "It's not luck that you found Thalia and Percy, Grover. You've got the biggest heart of any satyr ever. You're a natural searcher. That's why you'll be the one who finds Pan. I mean, you found me despite my scentlessness... is that a word?" Percy muffled a laugh. I heard a deep, satisfied sigh. I waited for Grover to say something, but his breathing only got heavier. When the sound turned to snoring, I realized he'd fallen sleep. "How does he do that?" I marveled. "I don't know," Annabeth said. "But that was really a nice thing you told him." "I meant it." We rode in silence for a few miles, bumping around on the feed sacks. The zebra munched a turnip. The lion licked the last of the hamburger meat off his lips and looked at me hopefully. Percy didn't take long to fall asleep. Annabeth rubbed her necklace like she was thinking deep, strategic thoughts. "That pine-tree bead," I said. "Is that from your first year?" She looked. She hadn't realized what she was doing. "Yeah," she said. "Every August, the counselors pick the most important event of the summer, and they paint it on that year's beads. I've got Thalia's pine tree, a Greek trireme on fire, a centaur in a prom dress—now that was a weird summer...." "And the college ring is your father's?" "That's none of your—" She stopped herself. "Yeah. Yeah, it is." "You don't have to tell me." "No... it's okay." She took a shaky breath. "My dad sent it to me folded up in a letter, two summers ago. The ring was, like, his main keepsake from Athena. He wouldn't have gotten through his doctoral program at Harvard without her.... That's a long story. Anyway, he said he wanted me to have it. He apologized for being a jerk, said he loved me and missed me. He wanted me to come home and live with him." "That doesn't sound so bad." "Yeah, well... the problem was, I believed him. I tried to go home for that school year, but my stepmom was the same as ever. She didn't want her kids put in danger by living with a freak. Monsters attacked. We argued. Monsters attacked. We argued. I didn't even make it through winter break. I called Chiron and came right back to Camp Half-Blood." She wouldn't meet my eyes. "Please. I'm not into self-inflicted pain." "You shouldn't give up," I told her. "You should write him a letter or something." "Thanks for the advice," she said coldly, "but my father's made his choice about who he wants to live with." We passed another few miles of silence. "Luke actually told me about you two coming to camp already." "Really?" She looked at me amazed. "You two must've gotten close fast." "Well, I don't know. I feel like I had to talk to Luke. Like I had to be there for him. The same with Percy." We have to be there for both "You're not wrong. I'm not sure how I'd be without your help." Percy yawned. "Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to handle him." Annabeth glared at him. I laughed, "I think you two are cute." Both of them blushed and said some excuse to disprove me. Which then turned into them showing off who's better than who. "If I'm dating anyone it'll be Y/N!" Both of them huffed and glared at each other. I shook my head and smiled. At least I've gotten new friends out of this. "So," Percy trailed off. "If the gods fight," he said, "will things line up the way they did with the Trojan War? Will it be Athena versus Poseidon?" Annabeth put her head against the backpack Ares had given us, and closed her eyes. "I don't know what my mom will do. I just know I'll fight next to you." "Why?" "Because Y/N will and whether I like it or not you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?" "That's all Mr. Peabody." "Shut up, Droopy." I felt her rest on my shoulder and she fell asleep. "Am I that comfortable?" "Yeah," Percy laughed as he rested on my lap. I had trouble following their example, with Grover snoring and an albino lion staring hungrily at me, but eventually I closed my eyes. ~~~ I woke with a start. I was second one awake. Grover was talking to the antelope. "Morning?" "Everyone had the Y/N privilege except me?" "You fell asleep first." I stroked both Annabeth and Percy's hair, which unfortunately woke up Annabeth. "Sorry about that." "It's fine." She yawned. She brought out some Oreo and handed me one. Until the truck stopped. "They're checking the animals aren't they?" Annabeth froze. I shook Percy's shoulder. "The truck's stopped," I said. "We think they're coming to check on the animals." "Hide!" Annabeth hissed. She had it easy. She just put on her magic cap and disappeared. Grover, Percy and I had to dive behind feed sacks and hope we looked like turnips. The trailer doors creaked open. Sunlight and heat poured in. "Man!" one of the truckers said, waving his hand in front of his ugly nose. "I wish I hauled appliances." He climbed inside and poured some water from a jug into the animals' dishes. "You hot, big boy?" he asked the lion, then splashed the rest of the bucket right in the lion's face. The lion roared in indignation. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," the man said. Next to me, under the turnip sacks, Grover tensed. For a peace-loving herbivore, he looked downright murderous. The trucker threw the antelope a squashed-looking Happy Meal bag. He smirked at the zebra. "How ya doin', Stripes? Least we'll be getting rid of you this stop. You like magic shows? You're gonna love this one. They're gonna saw you in half!" The zebra, wild-eyed with fear, looked straight at us. There was a loud knock, knock, knock on the side of the trailer. The trucker inside with us yelled, "What do you want, Eddie?" A voice outside—it must've been Eddie's—shouted back, "Maurice? What'd ya say?" "What are you banging for?" Knock, knock, knock. Outside, Eddie yelled, "What banging?" Our guy Maurice rolled his eyes and went back outside, cursing at Eddie for being an idiot. A second later, Annabeth appeared next to me. She must've done the banging to get Maurice out of the trailer. She said, "This transport business can't be legal." "No kidding," Grover said. He paused, as if listening. "The lion says these guys are animal smugglers!" "We've got to free them!" Grover said. He and Annabeth both looked at Percy, waiting for his say. "Percy, open the lock." I snapped at his face. Outside, Eddie and Maurice were still yelling at each other, but I knew they'd be coming inside to torment the animals again any minute. He grabbed Riptide and slashed the lock off the zebra's cage. The zebra burst out. It turned to Percy and bowed. Grover held up his hands and said something to the zebra in goat talk, like a blessing. Just as Maurice was poking his head back inside to check out the noise, the zebra leaped over him and into the street. There was yelling and screaming and cars honking. We rushed to the doors of the trailer in time to see the zebra galloping down a wide boulevard lined with hotels and casinos and neon signs. We'd just released a zebra in Las Vegas. Maurice and Eddie ran after it, with a few policemen running after them, shouting, "Hey! You need a permit for that!" "Now would be a good time to leave," Annabeth said. "The other animals first," Grover said. I cut the locks with my knife which wasn't as easy as what Percy had done. Grover raised his hands and spoke the same goat-blessing he'd used for the zebra. "Good luck," I told the animals. The antelope and the lion burst out of their cages and went off together into the streets. Some tourists screamed. Most just backed off and took pictures, probably thinking it was some kind of stunt by one of the casinos. "Will the animals be okay?" I asked Grover. "I mean, the desert and all—" "Don't worry," he said. "I placed a satyr's sanctuary on them." "Meaning?" "Meaning they'll reach the wild safely," he said. "They'll find water, food, shade, whatever they need until they find a safe place to live." "Why can't you place a blessing like that on us?" I asked. "It only works on wild animals." "So it would only affect Percy," Annabeth reasoned. "Hey!" He protested. "Kidding," she said. "Come on. Let's get out of this filthy truck." We stumbled out into the desert afternoon. It was a hundred and ten degrees, easy, and we must've looked like deep-fried vagrants, but everybody was too interested in the wild animals to pay us much attention. We passed the Monte Carlo and the MGM. We passed pyramids, a pirate ship, and the Statue of Liberty, which was a pretty small replica, but still made me homesick. I wasn't sure what we were looking for. Maybe just a place to get out of the heat for a few minutes, find a sandwich and a glass of lemonade, make a new plan for getting west. We must have taken a wrong turn, because we found ourselves at a dead end, standing in front of the Lotus Hotel and Casino. The entrance was a huge neon flower, the petals lighting up and blinking. No one was going in or out, but the glittering chrome doors were open, spilling out air-conditioning that smelled like flowers—lotus blossom, maybe. I'd never smelled one, so I wasn't sure. The doorman smiled at us. "Hey, kids. You look tired. You want to come in and sit down?" I'd learned to be suspicious, the last week or so. I figured anybody might be a monster or a god. But my knife wasn't glowing so... I figured. Besides, I was so relieved to hear somebody who sounded sympathetic that I nodded and said we'd love to come in. Inside, we took one look around, and Grover said, "Whoa." The whole lobby was a giant game room. And I'm not talking about cheesy old Pac-Man games or slot machines. There was an indoor waterslide snaking around the glass elevator, which went straight up at least forty floors. There was a climbing wall on the side of one building, and an indoor bungee-jumping bridge. There were virtual-reality suits with working laser guns. And hundreds of video games, each one the size of a widescreen TV. Basically, you name it, this place had it. There were a few other kids playing, but not that many. No waiting for any of the games. There were waitresses and snack bars all around, serving every kind of food you can imagine. "Hey!" a bellhop said. At least I guessed he was a bellhop. He wore a white-and-yellow Hawaiian shirt with lotus designs, shorts, and flip-flops. "Welcome to the Lotus Casino. Here's your room key." I stammered, "Um, but..." "No, no," he said, laughing. "The bill's taken care of. No extra charges, no tips. Just go on up to the top floor, loom 4001. If you need anything, like extra bubbles for the hot tub, or skeet targets for the shooting range, or whatever, just call the front desk. Here are your Lotus Cash cards. They work in the restaurants and on all the games and rides." He handed us each a green plastic credit card. I knew there must be some mistake. Obviously he thought we were some millionaire's kids. But I took the card and said, "How much is on here?" His eyebrows knit together. "What do you mean?" "I mean, when does it run out of cash?" He laughed. "Oh, you're making a joke. Hey, that's cool. Enjoy your stay." We took the elevator upstairs and checked out our room. It was a suite with three separate bedrooms and a bar stocked with candy, sodas, and chips. A hotline to room service. Fluffy towels and water beds with feather pillows. A big-screen television with satellite and high-speed Internet. The balcony had its own hot tub, and sure enough, there was a skeet-shooting machine and a shotgun, so you could launch clay pigeons right out over the Las Vegas skyline and plug them with your gun. I didn't see how that could be legal, but I thought it was pretty cool. The view over the Strip and the desert was amazing, though I doubted we'd ever find time to look at the view with a room like this. "Oh, goodness," Annabeth said. "This place is ..." "Sweet," Grover said. "Absolutely sweet." There were clothes in the closet, and they fit me. I frowned, thinking that this was a little strange. I took a shower, which felt awesome after a week of grimy travel. I changed clothes, ate a bag of chips, drank three Cokes, and came out feeling better than I had in a long time. Search and find them Huh? Look for them and warn them I came out of the bedroom and found that Annabeth, Percy and Grover had also showered and changed clothes. Grover was eating potato chips to his heart's content, Percy looked like he was having a headache, while Annabeth cranked up the National Geographic Channel. "Percy you okay?" "Yeah it's just.... All those stations," he told Annabeth, "and she turn on National Geographic." "It's interesting." "I feel good," Grover said. "I love this place." Without his even realizing it, the wings sprouted out of his shoes and lifted him a foot off the ground, then back down again. "So what now?" Annabeth asked. "Sleep?" Percy and I looked at each other and grinned. We both held up our green plastic Lotus Cash cards. "Play time," I said. I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun. I came from a relatively poor family. Our idea of a splurge was eating out at Burger King and renting a video. A five-star Vegas hotel? Forget it. I spent most of my time playing and... looking for someone I think. I bungee-jumped the lobby five or six times, snowboarded the artificial ski slope, and played virtual-reality laser tag and FBI sharpshooter. I saw Grover a few times, going from game to game. He really liked the reverse hunter thing—where the deer go out and shoot the rednecks. I saw Annabeth playing trivia games and other brainiac stuff. They had this huge 3-D sim game where you build your own city, and you could actually see the holographic buildings rise on the display board. I didn't think much of it, but Annabeth loved it. Percy was playing with Grover. I'm not sure when I first realized something was wrong. Probably, it was when I noticed the guy standing next to me at VR sharpshooters. He was about thirteen, I guess, but his clothes were weird. I thought he was some Elvis impersonator's son. He wore bell-bottom jeans and a red T-shirt with black piping, and his hair was permed and gelled like a New Jersey girl's on homecoming night. When he saw me he gave a smirk and invited me to play a game of sharpshooters together and he said, "Groovy, man. Been here two weeks, and the games keep getting better and better." Groovy? Later, while we were talking, I said something was "sick," and he looked at me kind of startled, as if he'd never heard the word used that way before. He said his name was Darrin, but as soon as I started asking him questions he got bored with me and started to go back to the computer screen. I said, "Hey, Darrin?" "What?" "What year is it?" He frowned at me. "In the game?" "No. In real life." He had to think about it. "1977." "No," I said, getting a little scared. "Really." "Hey, man. Bad vibes. I got a game happening." After that he totally ignored me. I started talking to people, and I found it wasn't easy. They were glued to the TV screen, or the video game, or their food, or whatever. I found a guy who told me it was 1985. Another guy told me it was 1993. They all claimed they hadn't been in here very long, a few days, a few weeks at most. They didn't really know and they didn't care. Then it occurred to me: how long had I been here? It seemed like only a couple of hours, but was it? I then tried to move, but I bumped into a girl. "I'm sorry!" She said. "Hey, no prob." "Oh... uhm... No prob?" "I--- No problem. Say Uh... I kinda lost track of date. What's the year again?" "Huh? It's 1930. Okay, I'm sorry I have to go. I'm looking for someone." Everyone is important in our story "Did you say something?" I go by Y/N L/N, you'll find the one you're looking for at the zombie shooting game. I left her alone and confused. I didn't know why. But I knew now this place is wrong. I tried to remember why we were here. We were going to Los Angeles. We were supposed to find the entrance to the Underworld. My parents... for a scary second, I had trouble remembering their names. I had to save them. I found Percy first. "There's something wrong." We said at the same time. "Years?" He asked. I nodded. We then looked for the others. We found Annabeth still building her city. "Come on," Percy told her. "We've got to get out of here." No response. I shook her. "Annabeth?" She looked up, annoyed. "What? "We need to leave." "Leave? What are you talking about? I've just got the towers—" "This place is a trap." She didn't respond until I shook her again. "What?" "Listen. The Underworld. Our quest!" "Oh, come on, Percy. Just a few more minutes." "Annabeth, there are people here from 1977. Kids who have never aged. You check in, and you stay forever." "So?" she asked. "Can you imagine a better place?" I grabbed her wrist and yanked her away from the game. "Hey!" She screamed and hit me, but nobody else even bothered looking at us. They were too busy. I made her look directly in my eyes. I said, "Spiders. Large, hairy spiders." That jarred her. Her vision cleared. "Oh my gods," she said. "How long have we—" "I don't know, but we've got to find Grover." We went searching, and found him still playing Virtual Deer Hunter. "Grover!" we both shouted. He said, "Die, human! Die, silly polluting nasty person!" "Grover!" He turned the plastic gun on me and started clicking, as if I were just another image from the screen. I looked at Percy, and together we took Grover by the arms and dragged him away. His flying shoes sprang to life and started tugging his legs in the other direction as he shouted, "No! I just got to a new level! No!" The Lotus bellhop hurried up to us. "Well, now, are you ready for your platinum cards?" "We're leaving," I told him. "Such a shame," he said, and I got the feeling that he really meant it, that we'd be breaking his heart if we went. "We just added an entire new floor full of games for platinum-card members." He held out the cards, and I wanted one. I knew that if I took one, I'd never leave. I'd stay here, happy forever, playing games forever, and soon I'd forget my parents, and our quest, and maybe even my own name. I'd be playing virtual rifleman with groovy Disco Darrin forever. Grover reached for the card, but Annabeth yanked back his arm and said, "No, thanks." We walked toward the door, and as we did, the smell of the food and the sounds of the games seemed to get more and more inviting. I thought about our room upstairs. We could just stay the night, sleep in a real bed for once.... Then we burst through the doors of the Lotus Casino and ran down the sidewalk. It felt like afternoon, about the same time of day we'd gone into the casino, but something was wrong. The weather had completely changed. It was stormy, with heat lightning flashing out in the desert. I ran to the nearest newspaper stand and read the year first. Thank the gods, it was the same year it had been when we went in. Then I noticed the date: June twentieth. We had been in the Lotus Casino for five days. We had only one day left until the summer solstice. One day to complete our quest.

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bobasheebaby · 5 years ago

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125 Golden Girls Prompts

This time I have some hilarious prompts from some hilarious women. These help keep me sane, send in prompts or request a specific show. Long as hell, breaking at 15.

1 “Go to sleep, sweetheart. Pray for brains.” – Dorothy

2 “Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.” -Blanche

3 “They were all buying T-shirts, you know, the ones that say, ‘Today is the first day of the end of your life.’” — Dorothy

4 “People waste their time pondering whether a glass is half empty or half full. Me, I just drink whatever’s in the glass.” – Sophia

5 “Nobody ever believes me when I’m telling the truth. I guess it’s the curse of being a devastatingly beautiful woman.” – Blanche

6 “No! No, I will not have a nice day!” -Dorothy

7 “Excuse me NAME, have I given any indication at all that I care?” – Sophia

8 “No one in my family has ever seen a psychiatrist ... except of course, when they were institutionalized!” – Blanche

9 “Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad, and still look so good?” -Blanche

10 “Condoms, NAME! Condoms, condoms, condoms!” – Dorothy

11 “It’s like life is a giant weenie roast, and I’m the biggest weenie!” – Rose

12 “He’s/She’s really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesn’t like to show it.” — Dorothy

13 “I eat raw cookie dough. And occasionally, I run through the sprinklers and don’t wear a bathing cap. And at Christmas, I’ve been known to put away more than one eggnog.” – Rose

14 “I could get herpes listening to this story!” – Dorothy

15 “I’ve been having a good time, and there wasn’t even a man/woman in the room.” -Blanche

16 “Why don’t I just wear a sign, ‘too ugly to live’?” – Dorothy

17 “I though I was gonna die. I swear I have never felt such agony. I saw my entire life flash before my eyes and I thought, ‘What a shame if I die now, I’m too young…and I’m wearing the wrong underwear.’” — Blanche

18 “You’ll have to excuse NAME. HE/She suffered a slight stroke a few years ago which rendered him/her totally annoying.” – Dorothy

19 “Eat dirt and die, trash.” – Blanche

20 “[to NAME] You’re a furry little gnome and we feed you too much.” – Dorothy

21 When I was a child, I used to get overexcited and pet the cat too much.” – Rose

22 “I feel that you have backed me into a corner, and when I am backed into a corner, I come out fightin’ like a wildcat. Unless I’ve had too much to drink, in which case I slide down the wall and make mad passionate love on the carpet.” – Blanche

23 “NAME, you’re one chromosome away from being a potato.” – Dorothy

24 “If this sauce was a person, I’d get naked and make love to it.” – Sophia

25 “I hate to admit it but he/she melts my Haagen-Dazs.” – Rose

26 “Want a glass of water to wash down your foot?” – Sophia

27 “Like I’m the only person who ever mixed a margarita in a sailor’s mouth?” – Blanche

28 “I feel like crawling under the covers and eating a box of Velveeta.” – Rose

29 “When I say jump, you say ‘on who?'” – Blanche

30 “I’m jumpier than a virgin at a prison rodeo.” – Blanche

31 “How come whenever my ship comes in it’s leaking?” – Dorothy

32 “Tell me the truth: do these glasses make me look stupid?” – Rose

33 “If I had that money I could have moved into a swinging condo instead of living with—I better not say anything until I’ve had my coffee [sips coffee]—a slut and a moron!” – Dorothy

34 “Go hug a landmine!” – Dorothy

35 “Fasten your seatbelt, slut puppy. This ain’t gonna be no cakewalk!” – Sophia

36 “NAME? Hubba hubba zing zing, baby, he’s /she’s got everything.” – Rose

37 “I could vomit just looking at you!” – Dorothy

38 “There is a fine line between having a good time and being a wanton slut. I know. My toe has been on that line.” – Blanche

39 “It’s like you people don’t pay any attention to me whatsoever.” – Rose

40 “Why do blessings wear disguises? If I were a blessing, I’d run around naked.” – Sophia

41 “I hate Jell-O. If God wanted peaches suspended in midair, he would have filled them with helium.” – Sophia

42 “Oh, don’t give up, NAME. If the ancient Egyptians could move 20-ton stone blocks to build the pyramids, we can move a toilet.” – Rose

43 “NAME, honey… have you been washing the fruit off before you eat it?” – Dorothy

44 “Tell me, is it possible to love two men/women/people at the same time.” “Set the scene, have we been drinking?” — Rose & Blanche

45 “NAME, what are you listening to?” “A relaxation tape. The rain is supposed to relax me.” “Is it working?” “Not really. I keep worrying that I left my car windows down.” — Dorothy & Rose

46 “NAME, I have a feeling you’re lying.” “NAME, be positive.” “Okay, I’m positive you’re lying.” — Dorothy & Rose

47 “You are undoubtedly the meanest, sickest person I’ve ever met! Not to mention the most unattractive.” — Blanche

48 “Where are you going?” “To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I’ll decide in the car.” — Rose & Dorothy

49 “Let me tell you a story. Picture it, PLACE …” —Sophia

50 “NAME, wake up. My husband/wife/partner will be home any minute.” — Dorothy

51 “I’m NAME and I know it isn’t pertinent at the moment, but I’m double jointed.” — Blanche

52 “He’s/She's really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesn't like to show it.” — Dorothy

53 “You know, sometimes when people are under pressure, they sleep to escape.” — Rose

54 “Have you noticed that NAME has been acting peculiar?” “Yes, NAME, from the first day that I met him/her!” — Blanche & Dorothy

55 “Oh, NAME, how do you feel about performing in front of a video camera?” “I think it's okay as long as you've already had at least three dates.” — Rose & Blanche

56 “I never grew a beard!” “You never grew brains, either!” — Rose & Sophia

57 “It wasn't a rat! It was a cute little mouse.” “NAME, it doesn't wear white gloves and work at Disneyland! We're talking about a rodent!” — Rose & Dorothy

58 “My whole life is an open book.” “Your whole life is an open shirt/blouse!” — Blanche & Sophia

59 “Oh, you don't have to worry about me, honey. I never get sick. I take very good care of myself. I treat my body like a temple.” “Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.” — Blanche & Sophia

60 “Oh, NAME. Can I make a little suggestion when you go for your makeover?” “Sure. What is it?” “Don't expect a miracle.” — Sophia & Dorothy

61 “Why am I even discussing this with you?” “Beats the hell out of me!” — Dorothy & Sophia

62 “Well, what do you know? NAME has a past!” “That's right! But unlike yours, I didn't need penicillin to get through it.” — Blanche & Sophia

63 “I'm going to have to meet men/women lying down.” “I thought you did.” — Blanche & Sophia

64 “Here we are in the middle of a crisis and there’s no cheesecake.” — Blanche

65 “Can I ask a dumb question?” “Better than anyone I know.” — Rose & Dorothy

66 “NAME, ‘disdam’ is not a word. You made it up.” “It’s a word.” “Fine. Use it in a sentence.” “You’re no good at disdam game.” — Dorothy & Sophia

67 “He’s/She’s undressing me with his/her eyes.” “Do you wanna move tables?” “Not yet, he’s/she’s only half done.” — Blanche & Rose

68 “You know, there is nothing worse than being wide awake and scared and by yourself!” “Oh yea there is: being wide awake and scared and by yourself without a double-fudge chocolate cheesecake in the freezer.” — Dorothy & Rose

69 “You know what would go so good on this cheesecake is those chocolate sprinkles.” “We finished those an hour ago.” “We could crush some Oreos on top.” “We ran out of those two hours ago.” “How about some whipped cream?” “Mmm!” — Dorothy & Rose

70 “You bought a chocolate cheesecake?” “Just for an emergency.” — Dorothy & Rose

71 “I just need some cucumbers to put on my eyes. It’s very good. It reduces puffiness.” “Does it work on thighs?” — Blanche & Rose

72 “I have a date.” “With a man/woman?” “No, NAME. With a Venus fly trap.” — Dorothy & Blanche

73 “Do you know what your trouble is?” “Of course not.” — Dorothy & Blanche

74 “I think there’s a connection between your brain and wallpaper paste.” — Sophia

75 ““Forgive me, NAME, but I haven’t had sex in AMOUNT OF TIME and it’s starting to get on my nerves.” – Sophia

76 “Do you know what I hate doing most after a big party?” “Trying to find your underwear in the big pile?” — Blanche & Rose

77 “I've never been so humiliated in my life.” “What about the time you lost the key to your handcuffs and had to go with that guy/girl on his/her mail route?” — Blanche & Dorothy

78 “You are not gonna believe this. NAME, just called me.” “I didn't think the two of you were speaking.” “Well, we're not.” “Then how'd you know it was him/her on the other end of the line?” “NAME, you're bringing down the curve for the whole country.” — Blanche, Dorothy & Rose

79 “Oh, my goodness. Look what I found. Double-fudge cookies. I thought we agreed not to keep cookies in the house.” “Right, after this last box.” “You're not going to eat them, are you?” “No, NAME. We're going to go to some dumb country and try to use them as money.” — Rose, Blanche & Dorothy

80 “I can't believe you said that! Oh, if I weren't a lady I'd deck you.” “You try and I'll have you on your back so fast you'll think you're out on a date.” — Blanche & Dorothy

81 [NAME running after a dog] “Ha! Would you look at that: man's best friend, chasing man's best friend!” — Dorothy

82 “I won't stand for this!“[gets up and starts to walk out] “Take it, NAME!” “But I bet you'll lie down for it.” — Blanche, Sophia & Dorothy

83 “NAME, you should make us eat dirt, make us grovel, give us the silent treatment...” “NAME, if you give us the silent treatment, I will eat dirt.” — Rose & Dorothy

84 “Cooking, NAME?” “No, NAME, I'm developing pictures for the Magellan Space Program.” — Rose & Dorothy

85 “Do we have any orange juice left?” [person two pours the rest in their glass] “No, we’re all out.” — Rose & Dorothy

86 “Go hug a landmine.” — Dorothy

87 “Now, what’s wrong?” “I lost it, NAME!” “You never had it, NAME.” — Dorothy & Stanley

88 “You knew I wanted to spend tonight alone.” — Rose

89 “Darn it. I gotta kiss somebody at midnight.” — Blanche

90 “Pizza, dammit! Get pizza!” — Dorothy

91 “What the hell goes on at night in this house?!” — Dorothy

92 “Just drives you nuts, doesn’t it, NAME?” — Rose

93 “Can you believe that backstabbing slut?” — Rose

94 “I’m here if you wanna pick my brain.” “NAME, I think we should leave it alone and let it heal.” — Rose & Dorothy

95 “And the world heaves a collective sigh of relief.” — Sophia

96 "Must you always be so cheerful, you empty headed Mary Poppins knockoff?'—Blanche

97 "What? Are you out of what is left of your mind?!"—Blanche

98 “All I do is listen to your sexual problems. How about my sexual problems?” — Sophia

99 “Blow it out your ditty bag.” — Sophia

100 “Your heart's in the right place, but I don't know where the hell your brain is." — Sophia

101 “Think about it. You live alone. No one likes you." — Sophia

102 “You're moving. Too bad. This would be touching if I liked you more." — Sophia

103 “Go ahead. Stand up and say it. My name is NAME, and I am an idiot." — Sophia

104 “You're here because the rhythm method was very popular in the [insert decade of birth]." — Sophia

105 “Get to the part where they steal the brain out of the dead body and sew it into your head." — Sophia

106 "Exactly how close to the television are you sitting when you're watching TV SHOW.” — Sophia

107 “Boom! You've got a social life." — Sophia

108 “You drink out of a brown paper bag and suddenly everybody’s your friend.” — Sophia

109 “Remember NAME, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “I think I crossed that line when I got a date!” — Dorothy & Sophia

110 “If you can’t count on family, who the hell can you count on?” — Sophia

111 “In this life, that’s all we have, is hope.” — Sophia

112 “Here’s a newsflash, witches can fly.” — Sophia

113 “It’s great bringing two idiots closer together.” — Sophia

114 “NAME, a man/woman called for you while you were out.” “Finally, now we can break out that bottle of champagne we’ve been saving.” — Rose & Sophia

115 “Gee, with only three hours sleep, I can be just as bitchy as you.” — Rose

116 “Gee, Sophia! You’re awfully cranky today.” — Rose

117 “The doctor says it’s the first time he’s ever been called because a baby was sleeping in the day. And then I think he called me an idiot.” — Rose

118 [astonished] “You paying for something?” “What are you saying, I'm cheap?” “Well, of course he’s/she's saying you're cheap. You're the only man I know who owns a time-share dog!” — Rose, Stanley & Dorothy

119 “Hey, what is this? You're talking about me like I'm an animal. [sniffing NAME] You've been with a man, haven't you?” — Sophia

120 “I do love the rain so. It reminds me of my first kiss.” “Ah, your first kiss was in the rain?” “No, it was in the shower.” — Blanche & Dorothy

121 “You know, I've been thinking ...” “Oh, that would explain the beads of sweat.” — Rose & Blanche

122 “God, I hate morning people.” — Blanche

123 “He’s/She’s a lewd, horny, oversexed beast with five hands.” “You don’t have to build him/her up to me, honey. I like him/her just fine already.” — Rose & Blanche

124 “You ... you ... you rude person!” “Go easy on him/her, NAME.” — Rose & Dorothy

125 “This would be touching if I liked you more.” — Sophia

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let-me-love-you-loki · 5 years ago

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Celebrating Too Late

“Shh,” Nick said, his finger to his lips as he walked down the hallway beside his seven-year-old daughter, Mattie. She was carrying a tray with a plate laden down with piping hot scrambled eggs, fresh, crisp bacon, and toast with strawberry jam. Nicole carried a bouquet of red and yellow tulips and daisies. Lee clutched a card that was nearly as big as he was. Baby RJ was settled on his Dada’s hip, tugging on Nick’s ponytail and trying to get his glasses.

Nick carefully pushed the bedroom door open, glad to find Matt already sitting up in the bed next to their wife. Lee skipped around his Dada’s legs and went straight for his Papa, tossing the oversized card on the floor and reaching for Matt.

“C’mon, little guy,” Matt whispered, leaning over the edge of the bed for the card. He looked up at his brother, grinning as he nudged his wife gently in the shoulder. “Y/N? It’s time to wake up, Mama.”

***

Matt’s voice drew me out of a dream. The moment I found consciousness again, I lost every detail of it. Instead, I took in the details of the room around me. Matt sat in the bed beside me, hair mussed from sleep, Lee in his lap, a gigantic card sitting on his legs. Nick stood at the side of the bed, RJ on his hip, looking adorably handsome in his glasses. Mattie and Nicole were still in their PJs, one with a tray of food, the other with a bouquet of flowers.

“Happy birthday to you…” Nick began, the girls joining in with Matt. Lee tried to sing, but he didn’t know the words and he kept getting distracted by Matt wiggling his toes beneath the blanket. When the song was over, Nick helped Mattie put the tray on my lap.

“Happy birthday, Mommy,” Mattie said with a big smile. “Dad and I made breakfast for you.”

Nicole held up the flowers, grinning proudly. “Me and Papa got fwowers.” I took the bouquet and held it up to my nose, breathing in the scent of the tulips and daisies.

“Lee and RJ helped with the card,” Matt said from beside me, bouncing our son on his knee. “Well, Lee picked it out. RJ just tried to eat the corner.”

I smiled, even as tears blurred my vision. “You guys didn’t have to do this,” I sniffled as Matt and Lee ripped the baby blue envelope open. The card was a foot-and-a-half tall and almost a foot wide, dark blue with shades of light blue and gold on the front. Today’s Kind of a Big Deal it read. Matt got it open despite Lee’s “help.” On the inside, it said So are YOU, surrounded by handwritten messages from my husbands and my kids. Matt’s looping script took up half of the inside flap, Nick’s spiky scrawl the other half. Mattie had written a birthday message in her careful seven-year-old handwriting just above a drawing of Bandit, Ranger, and Oreo that Nicole had done. Lee had scribbled a circle, RJ jagged lines.

The tears flowed down my face as I read the messages of love and devotion from Matt and Nick. I wiped my eyes and smiled at them all. “This is the best birthday,” I said. Matt took the card and Nick picked up the bouquet, saying something about putting it in a vase, as I started in on breakfast. “Oh, this bacon is perfect.”

Mattie grinned up at Nick, proud to have helped make my birthday breakfast.

***

The sun was bright overhead later that afternoon. RJ napped in my mother-in-law’s arms, full from his recent feeding. Matt was in the pool with Mattie and Nicole. He stayed close to Nicole in her ballerina floaties and watched Mattie do flips and handstands. Our girl was like a fish. She’d started swimming when she was two and never stopped. Lee was keeping my father-in-law busy at the playset. I leaned against the side of the house, watching Nick man the grill.

Barefoot, in a tank top and swim trunks, Nick flipped burgers and hot dogs. He closed the lid of the grill and looked back, smiling at me then looking past me. “Where is he? I can keep these warm, but they’re gonna be burnt by the time he shows up.”

While we’d invited my mother, sister, and her husband and kids, they lived in Georgia now and it was harder for them to visit than before. Neither of Matt and Nick’s siblings could make it to the cookout, but they’d also invited Kenny, who was flying back from Winnipeg and was stopping over in California for a visit.

“It’s Kenny,” I said, resting my palm on the small of Nick’s back. “He’s not going to care.”

Nick waved the spatula in my direction. “But I care… Nick Jackson does not serve burnt food from his grill.”

Matt Sr. laughed from the playset, where he was pushing Lee on a swing. “He gets that from me, Y/N,” he said with pride.

***

Kenny showed up fifteen minutes later, wholly apologetic and bearing an armload of gifts. The moment Nicole saw him, she splashed desperately, begging her Papa to get her out of the pool, wailing “Unca Kenny!” at the top of her lungs. Joyce took the gifts while I tossed him a towel just in time to catch a sopping wet Nicole.

“Hey, Nik,” Kenny said, a broad smile on his face. He wrapped her in the towel and held her up on his hip, not caring that his shirt was sodden. “Happy birthday, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Ken.” I looked him over, hoping that he was on the tail end of something happy rather than something sad.

He carried Nicole over to the grill, fist-bumping Nick as he got close. “Are those burgers a little crisp?”

Nick swatted at Kenny with the dish towel over his shoulder. “Shut your mouth. That’s almost as bad as Y/N cursing Lee to be a Laker’s fan.”

“She didn’t!” Kenny gasped dramatically, winking before he walked around to the head of the pool, where Matt and Mattie were racing from one end of the pool to the other. Of course, Matt gave our daughter a giant head start, but she was such a good swimmer that I was pretty sure one day soon, she wouldn’t need it.

“Food’s ready,” Nick said, propping the spatula on a platter full of perfectly grilled burgers and hot dogs. He clapped his hands twice and let out a whistle. “Let’s do it, Jacksons!”

Mattie pulled herself out of the pool, taking the towel Matt held out. Nicole wriggled in Kenny’s hold, leaning toward Nick. Matt Sr. got Lee out from the baby swing and followed behind as he toddled over toward us. Bringing up the rear was Matt, who slipped by me into the house after dropping a kiss on my forehead.

One by one, everyone got their food. Mattie wanted a double cheeseburger. Nicole wanted a hot dog with mustard and chili. Lee ended up with a cut up hot dog and half a hamburger patty with ketchup. Kenny, my in-laws, and Nick loaded up their own plates. Between the two of them, Kenny and Nick had four hamburgers and three hotdogs. I made a plate for Matt and another for myself.

“Table it,” Nick said firmly. Mattie lead the way to the picnic tables we’d set out on the concrete patio. Once the kids were sitting down, Nick and I brought over drinks and sippy cups. Matt Sr. said grace, and still Matt was in the house.

I turned to go check on him, only to see him walking out of the kitchen with a sheet cake in his hands. They’d put two candles on the top, the number ones that read my age. As soon as Matt started over, Joyce started singing Happy birthday. The cake made its way to the end of the picnic table and sat it down in front of me. I blinked back tears.

I looked up to see Joyce taking pictures, standing back far enough to get shots of everyone around the table. Matt and Nick stood on either side of me, beaming happily as I leaned over to blow out the candles. As soon as the flames were out, Nick plucked one of the candles from the cake and held it up to me to lick the icing off the bottom. I never got to it.

I was suddenly gathered up, carried between the two of them toward the pool.

“Don’t you dare! Nick! Matt! Don’t!” I squealed, kicking and trying to get away from them. “Don’t!”

They grinned at one another, leaned in and pressed kisses against my cheeks. “Happy birthday, Mama,” Matt said.

“Remember we love you, Sunshine,” Nick added.

Before I knew it, I was being flipped head over heels into the pool. I hit the water feet and butt first, spluttering and coughing as I wiped my eyes. As soon as I could see, I saw my husbands standing on the edge of the pool, crouched down, each one reaching an arm for me. I didn’t even think twice. I took their hands, planted my feet against the side of the pool, and pulled. They both hit the water headfirst.

“Remember I love you, boys,” I said saucily, heaving myself up to the side.

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Lee and RJ were in the playpen, both having fallen asleep from the excitement of the pool party. Nicole was still with Kenny, listening to him talk with Matt Sr. as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Mattie had spent the last twenty minutes looking longingly at the cake.

Joyce sliced it up, passing plates down the table. I’d taken a few of the dishes into the kitchen to load the dishwasher, hoping to cut down on the cleanup time. When I came back out there were three plates waiting at the end of the table. I smiled when I realized it was my absolute favorite—red velvet with buttercream icing.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Nick said from my side. He gathered me close and kissed me gently.

Matt slipped up on the other side, dropping little kisses on the side of my neck. “Another year, and you’re still to good for us, Mama.”

I looked up, intending to tell them both how wonderful they were. Instead, I caught sight of them staring at each other, communicating in that silent, synchronized way of theirs. The wheels were turning in their heads, but I couldn’t quite figure out what it was. All I knew was it meant something horrible for me.

Nick’s hand twitched, and I glanced down. His fingers were inching toward the piece of cake nearby. Ah, I thought. Turnabout is fair play.

I reached behind me, digging my fingers into the slice of cake until I had two handfuls of cake. “Boys?” I said it as sweetly as I could, forcing myself to look innocent. “Have some cake.”

My hands snapped up, smashing the cake into their faces, smushing it along their cheeks and their foreheads. They gasped, reaching up to wipe icing out of their eyes.

“Oh, you’ve done it now, Mama,” Matt growled, sprinting after me.

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yourholidaymom · 5 years ago

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Your Holiday Mom: Mom Babs

Hi, baby. I know you’re not a baby anymore, but that’s just my little pet name for you. You’re all grown up now, and I am just so proud of who you’ve become. I hope this letter finds you well and if not, I hope it brings you some holiday cheer.

The holidays are my absolute favorite time of year, but I know that they can be challenging for lots of people. If I could, I’d welcome you to share in my holiday joy because I definitely have enough to go around. Our joyful journey would start with Mom & us cooking way too much food for Thanksgiving. Her cornbread dressing is my favorite part. I’ve tried to make homemade Mac & chz for the last couple of years but haven’t perfected my recipe quite yet. I could really use your input. We usually scarf the meal that took hours to make in about 20 minutes & go to our separate corners. Our family’s never been the best at mealtime chat, but we don’t let that hinder our efforts. There’s love there even if we struggle to express it.

Jason & I go on a hike on Black Friday. It’s a new tradition & even a hashtag, I think. Do you like to hike? I just love it & if I don’t get out regularly, my soul aches. This Earth is so beautiful & the news would have you think it’s in the crapper, which may be true, but there’s so much beauty to see if you can drag yourself out in the cold to see it. The leaves have all fallen by then, but the brisk air is invigorating. I love to take pictures of fungus & lichens & moss & cool looking little things while we’re on the trail. Breathing the fresh air & filling your eyes with pure mountain scenes feeds the soul. You’d like it.

This year, Mom & I are doing our chocolate covering early to sell at a craft fair. We’re also going to sell some canned goods we made. Jason grew so many cucumbers this year that we had cucumbers coming out the wazoo. We made so much relish. Mom and I are trying to fund our trip this summer. If you haven’t travelled or don’t think you have the means to, I’d encourage you to do whatever it takes to make it happen. Seeing the world not only broadens your outlook but also allows you to be a purer version of yourself, one without the restrictions & affectations of daily life, routine. You get to be you somewhere new! I love to feel that. It reminds me who I am every time. She & I chocolate cover Oreos, peanut butter Ritz crackers, vanilla wafers, & pretzel rods. You should see the kitchen while we’re working. We’re a well oiled machine at this point, but chocolate takes over! It’s a delicious, laborious mess.

I’m not buying as many presents this year. Trying to get a handle on my finances, which is not easy to do. Jason & I have saved up to travel to see the Manatees in Florida right before Christmas. I’m excited to go to the Dalí Museum. When we get back we’ll eat with the respective families & exchange our modest gifts. It’s difficult for me to reign in my spending, but deep down, I try to remind myself that the season’s not about what you give or get, it’s about who you spend it with (pun intended). I really do wish you could spend it with us. What fun we’d have. You’d definitely gain a few pounds. I sure do. Hashtag worth it.

I hope you’ve enjoyed hearing about our plans this holiday season. It is my heart’s desire for you to find a way to take some of my joy & insert it into your own holiday experience. You matter. You absolutely deserve joy and love and laughter and every simple pleasure that this extraordinary life has to offer. Please know that I love you, and I’ll be thinking of you this holiday season. Happy Holidays.

Babs

Your Holiday Mom: Mom Babs was originally published on Your Holiday Mom

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bangtanxfics-blog · 6 years ago

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A Long Time Coming | PT 2.

Word Count: 2002.

Genre: Fluff, romance, a tiny bit of comedy.

Summary: Y/N comes back home after spending her life savings on a trip around the world after her college graduation, in hopes of finding her calling in life. But she doesn’t expect her best friend’s little brother to be back from touring the world with his band. And she certainly doesn’t expect him to be so devastatingly handsome.

Opening up my eyes, the morning sun was slipping through the curtains of my window, making me squint the colored orbs once again to try and adjust to the newfound light to the best of my ability. The smell of breakfast being cooked downstairs made my belly grumble as I exited my bedroom to make my way towards the bathroom at the end of the hall that I shared with my parents. I was definitely home.

Smiling after finishing my routine of personal hygiene, I made my way downstairs, skipping down the steps, more than ready to taste my mother’s cooking once more since last night we had ended up ordering pizza because we were too busy catching up to bother with things like making dinner. And now I was enveloping my dad in a hug as I joined them in the kitchen and we all said our hellos before taking a seat by the island in the middle of the room, waiting patiently for the delicious-smelling food that my mother eventually placed in front of us, encouraging us to dig in as soon as she sat down with us.

“Your cooking is still as amazing as I remembered.” I complimented with my mouth half full, definitely not my most delicate moment in life, but I didn't care as long as I was being fed in this way.

“You've only been gone for six months, baby.” she told me with a soft chuckle slipping from between her lips, making my dad and I follow right after because honestly, we were just elated to be together again.

I've always been really close to both of my parents, despite all of us having made our mistakes and having our regrets, it was never something out of the ordinary and we always managed to work through it as a family. I couldn't possibly feel luckier than having such an amazing support system.

“What are your plans for the day?” my mother asks, but from the underlying tone in his voice I can tell she's curious to know when I'll start looking for a job. And honestly, so am I. These days I've been so unpredictable it's crazy.

“Not much, I’m still so jet lagged, I'm probably just gonna catch up on sleep and call Joosun to see what she's up to, she's going to kill me if I don't.” I say sincerely, to which she nods and offers me a sincere smile.

“Do you think you could go to the supermarket later and stock up on groceries while your dad and I are at work? I’ll make a list of the things we need and you can take my card to pay for it.”

“Sure, and it's okay, mom. I can pay for groceries. It's the least I can do since you're letting me stay here while I find a job.” To find a job you need to look for one first, I remind myself in a scolding manner, but my mom is far too sweet for her own well being.

“This is your home too, and it will be for as long as you need it.” she says, and I see my dad nodding in agreement before he's extending a hand out to hold my own. But still, I feel the need to get back on my own two feet and end this permanent vacation thing that's beginning to take a toll on me.

I need to be in a place in my life where I feel proud of myself, something that gives me a sense of pride and accomplishment, and as much as I love my bed, staying in to sleep my days away isn't going to give me that. And it's with that state of mind that I leave the house later that day.

On my way to the store, I buy a newspaper from a stand in the street and I shove it in my large tote bag, continuing my stroll down the busy streets of Busan during rush hour. I pressed the coat closer to my chest, trying desperately to keep myself warm when I saw the sign outside the supermarket approaching right around the corner, making my feet walk faster so I could make it to the comfort of the inside warmth thanks to the heating system.

Immediately I feel at home, having been to this store since I was a child, I knew every corner of it and thankfully everything was in its rightful place. Nothing had changed much since my absence, I noticed that. And it was comforting in a way, knowing that there's a place out there that remains the same when I'm gone, waiting for me to come back home no matter what.

I collect a cart and begin to fill it up with the things my mother put in the list she'd handed to me before kissing my forehead and leaving for work. I don't know what kind of beast she's planning on feeding with all of this food, but I'm not complaining because I know I'll benefit from it either way. My parents own a catering business, needless to say, they're both amazing cooks.

I reach the snacks aisle, and suddenly I'm faced yet again with one of the most difficult choices of my life. I'm far too indecisive, and there's too many options, and my mom was extremely vague when she told me to get ‘whatever snacks I wanted’. So I'm just standing there, reading all the labels and putting a few things into my cart before a loud voice in thick Busan dialect startles me.

“Yah, kid! You're so annoying! Stop complaining about being hungry and sleepy, you're starting to sound like Yoongi-hyung!” he says, and although his words are harsh (honestly, Busan people always sound like they're ready to pick up a fight whenever they go into full satoori mode), his tone is humorous, so it's obvious that they're close and not being serious at all.

“I’m sorry, hyung. It was just such a long flight.” the other voice says, way more neutral than the first one, but hints of a satoori accent were dropped here and there which told me he was from here too.

I decide to stop paying attention to them and resume my snack-picking task, so that's exactly what I do, putting some Oreos inside the cart and then a few other bags of chips and things of the sort. But just as I’m turning around to leave, one of the two boys behind me speaks up.

“Noona?” he says, the tone of his voice sweet like honey, making me turn to see if he's indeed speaking to me, and I'm met with a pair of big doe eyes, dark as night, shiny as hell, and a handsome chiseled face to match.

I know exactly who he is. “Jungkook-ah?” I question even though I know it's him. Like I said, everyone knows who he is. And I'd known he'd turned into a handsome young man from all the pictures I saw pretty much everywhere, but seeing him from up close was so different.

It was truly intimidating. He was so damn tall, his shoulders were broad and his arms were clearly toned and I could tell even from the oversized black sweatshirt he was wearing. He looked nothing like 15-year-old Jungkookie who left Busan to become an idol, and yet he looked exactly the same. The ambiguity was polarizing and it gave me breathing problems as he continued to stare for a moment or two.

“Yeah, it's me.” he bows twice and I think he might break his back but he's definitely a gentleman, an aura of self assurance surrounding him and yet he doesn't seem any less shy or childish as he did all those years before. “It's been such a long time, Noona. How have you been?” he asks.

“I've been good, I've just returned from Europe, actually. So I'm trying to settle back into the city.”

“Oh, Europe? That's amazing!” he says, bunny smile on full display and I realize that one thing hasn't changed at all. He still smiles the same, and it's still adorable. “So you became an actress like you wanted to?” Jungkook questions, and I'm surprised he even remembers my silly high school dreams, but I have to shake my head.

“Not really, I spent all my savings on that trip to take a break after college. I was traveling for six months and now I think I'm going to try to teach drama at schools or something of the sort.” I say, and I'm sure he's going to pity me. He probably won't be rude because he's known me for a long time, but he's going to be sympathetic, because clearly he's made it meanwhile I'm still stuck in the same place. Or maybe fame has turned him into an asshole and he will be rude, who knows?

“That’s great! You'd be a great teacher, you have a lot of patience if I remember correctly. I mean, you put up with pre-teen me, so I’d say you’ll do just fine.” he says, and it shocks me to see how genuinely interested he seems. I don't see a single trace of him being dishonest or condescending, instead, he bows once again and I feel good about myself. I don't feel like a complete loser as he looks down at me with that bunny smile of his and I appreciate that.

Suddenly someone clears their throat and I'm faced with a gorgeous smile, plump lips, beautiful cheeks and soft-looking blue hair. I know who he is and yet, just like with Jungkook, seeing him in person is far more nerve rocking. I know all about all the amazing things they are doing around the world to represent Korea in the best of ways, and to see him here casually grocery shopping in Busan is a little mind boggling.

“Are you not going to introduce us?” Jimin says looking up to Jungkook who chuckles and pushes his hands into the front pockets of his sweatpants.

“Jimin-hyung, this is y/n-noona, she was my neighbor when we were growing up. She's good friends with my hyung.” he explains and I agree silently, smiling and bowing slightly before the blue haired angel does the same. God, why are these boys so handsome? It's unfair.

“Actually, I'm still your neighbor for now. I'll move out as soon as I get that job I mentioned, but yeah. I'm still next door.” I tell him, to which he nods with a smile, his eyes roaming around my face and settling on mine for a second too long before he speaks up again.

“I'll see you around then. We have a two month break.” he announces and it's then when I notice the slight bags under his eyes, showing just how tired he probably was after such a long and tasking tour. Those boys truly gave their all to their job, it was admirable.

“I'll see you around, Jungkook-ah.” I say, holding onto my cart once again and watching him bow to me twice, being followed by his friend.

“Say hi to your parents from me, Noona.” he spoke, and with that, we walked on our separate ways.

I don't know why, but there was a permanent smile etched onto my face the whole walk home. He really had a way to uplift people, it was a gift, and it was probably why he had so many fans who admired him deeply.

Either way, I felt happy and self assured. Maybe I really wasn't that much of a failure. I was still young and had plenty of time to figure my life out. Yes, that's it. I decided to stop stressing about it and just go with the flow. So when I got back home, I put all the groceries away and sat on the couch, newspaper in hand and ready to browse through the Job Advertisements section.

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfiction #jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #[ a long time coming ]

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rococodeco · 6 years ago

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May 25 - Blog a day

Pet photos and stories. Childhood pets. Favorite pet. Current pet. All the animals.

Pets in chronological order. (No pictures, I’m sorry, I don’t have any)

Robin - cat who was a kitten when I was born. She never like me very much. We lived next door to a cat named Mouse. They were buds.

Daphne - my sister’s guinea pig. I had a Beatrix Potter book about guinea pigs (Apple Dumplings I think) that I gave her to read. She ate it.

Chiquita and Woodstock - a pair of parakeets, Chiquita was green, Woodstock was blue. My mom put their cages out on the patio one summer day and Robin and Mouse tried to get them. Chiquita escaped. Woodstock lived for a few more years but died one summer from the heat.

Lassie - a guinea pig who the first pet that was mine, I named him after Lassie the dog. Yes, him. My parents were okay with me naming a boy guinea pig Lassie. He lived for a very long time for a guinea pig. He was quiet, hardly ever whistled. He loved fresh veggies and grass. We would take him outside to graze in the summer. One time he escaped into the overgrown garden. We found him a week later inside a tunnel he wove out of grass.

Oreo - my buddy. I found him hiding in our garden one day. I bribed him with Kraft singles and bologna to be my friend. He’s a little stray cat who chose us as his family. It was years before he was comfortable coming into the house. But he came with us every time we moved. We lived for a while at my Grandma’s house. She was generally anti-pet but Oreo won her over. When we moved, he would always come out to say hi to Grandma when she visited (fuck those people who say cats don’t recognize people, Oreo even knew which car Grandma drove). He loved pets and attention. He would climb on top of my book so I would pay attention to him instead of reading. When I was 14 our neighbors woke us early one morning to tell us he had been attacked by dog that got out of his yard and animal control came to get him. Oreo was the sweetest cat, but he was also a tough tomcat who did not take shit from dogs. I’d seen him scare dogs away over the years. This dog wasn’t intimidated. For some reason I do not understand, my mom told me it was my responsibility to find out what animal control did with him. I didn’t know where to start and was too scared to make cold calls. My sister made the calls when she got home from her honeymoon and we learned that he was put down because the dog had punctured his lungs. He was the best boy and deserved so much better than he got.

Ody - One day my dad showed up in the middle of the day with a tiny terrified kitten. He handed the kitten to me and went back to work. Our parents hadn’t told us that the shop cat (named Wingnut) at his work had kittens and one was coming home. The terrified kitten proved to be pretty curious and adventurous so I named him Odysseus but we always called him Ody. He and I were inseparable when he was a kitten. He’d sleep in my bed, come into the bathroom with me while I brushed my teeth. I’d give him breakfast and make my own. He always finished eating first and come sit on my lap and beg for some of my cereal. Then he’d follow me around all day, even following me down the street when I’d walk to the library (though he usually gave up by the time we got to the corner). When he was a kitten, he thought he was a little human. He wanted to eat whatever I was eating. He would put his head on pillows when he napped. My parents weren’t responsible pet owners and did not get him neutered. He started wandering and fighting and fucking. He wasn’t as sweet as he was when he was a kitten. My dad and I both got bit when we bothered him too much (our fault, he gave us plenty of warning by growling) and he bit hard. He started disappearing for days at a time. There were times we thought we’d never see him again. He was eventually neutered around the age of 8 when he went to the vet for an abscessed tooth. He turned into a chill and lazy cat who just wanted to hang out at home. A couple years later he moved to the mountains with my parents and became a total indoor cat. And gained a ton of weight. He lived out his last years so spoiled by my mom. I miss that cat. He’s been showing up in my dreams lately.

Katie - My little sister dreamed for a long time of owning a cat named Katie the Calico Kitten. Someone in the neighborhood was giving away kittens so I took my sister to see them. Sure enough, there was a fluffy little calico kitten. Our older sister took two of the other kittens named Sophie and Cricket. Ody was definitely the father of Cricket, her pattern matched his exactly. 50/50 whether he was Katie’s father, but he really took to her when we brought her home. He would give her baths and nap with her. It was so sweet and unexpected. She climbed the tree in our backyard and realized she didn’t know how to get down. She panicked and kept climbing higher and higher until she fell out of the tree. She fell probably 40 feet. She seemed shaken up but otherwise okay after the fall so my parents didn’t take her to the vet. But after the fall she really didn’t like people to pick her up or touch her outside of head scratches. She really liked to be with people, she would follow whoever was home around the house, but she didn’t want pets or attention. She was also such a cranky cat. She hated strangers. She was also hilarious. She would knock her food across the kitchen floor and hunt it. She would mix up her water with her paw before drinking. She was floofy and cute. When she got really excited chasing after string or other cat toys she would run face first into furniture. She was fascinated with the raccoons that started passing through our yard. She always wanted to go outside when they were around. We kept her in because raccoons can be real dicks. She disappeared one day when my mom let her out of the house extra early. I searched all over for her (this was after college, before I had a job so I was home all day). When my siblings came home from high school we made posters and put them all over the neighborhood. There was no sign of Katie, who liked to go outside, but never left the yard. Either she ran off with a raccoon in some sort of Romeo and Juliet love story or a fox got her. We’ll never know.

I haven’t had pets as an adult. But I will get cats again some day.

EDIT: 3 days later and I remembered I forgot Bugs, a huge lop with floppy ears. He was a dick. He was my uncle’s step-kids’ pet but my uncle is also a dick and gave all their pets away when he married their mom. We got Bugs. (See grandma being anti-pet above, more than any of her kids, this uncle absorbed all her neuroses and turned them into cruelty.) Bugs was a total horndog. We had 4 or 5 locks around the door on his coop because he was constantly trying to escape to mate with the cottontails in our neighborhood. He raped poor Oreo once. We would let him out to graze in the backyard along with Lassie. He would thank you by kicking manically until your legs were full of scratches as you tried to put him back in his coop. In the winter we put his cage under carport in the front yard to protect him from snow/make it easier to feed him. The door was up against the wall so he couldn’t escape, because he kept trying to push through the quadruple locked door. One snowy morning we woke up to find the cage pulled away from the wall and dog and bunny prints in the yard. Some dogs pulled his cage away from the wall and he got out. We never saw him again.

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effymefy · 6 years ago

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Her

Dear future boyfriend of her, let me tell you something that might help you. I want nothing more but for her to be happy. Eventho i’m not the one who make her happy, at least i’m giving you the chance to make her happy ‘cause she still deserve everything and all the happiness after what she been thru.

1. She love it when you give her all the attention and affection. Always give her the attention and love that she needs and give it more!

2. She love it when you remember stuff. The stuff she’s talkin’ . The stuff that makes her happy, sad and angry. Everything that came out from her mouth to your eyes is important to her. If its not important she won’t tell you and share it with you. Listen and remember. Tips. Jot it down so u won’t forget.

3. She really love spicy food, she really does love it, a lot. Her toungue is like damn thick and you’ll be amazed that she manage to eat real spicy food like its nothing. Make her feel proud that she can do it eventho for us its just damn normal.

4. Unicorn. Yes. That animal don’t exist but thats her fav damn imaginary animal. And rabbit. She hate cats ‘cause she used to have bad history with cats before but she’ll act like she’s not afriad much. If you live with her, buy a rabbit.

5. Always remember her fav flower, red daisy. But don’t just only buy red daisy. Buy others too but must include red daisy. Sunflower look nice. Give it to her before she even wonder why you never give it to her. She’ll keep it and water the flower so it lived. Trust me.

6. Buy her cute stuff, anything cute she’ll love it. Espicially if there’s a unicorn in it. She’s gonna freak out and you can see it in her eyes that she show her true happiness and you can feel calm when u see those beautiful eyes of hers. Trust me, she’ll hug and thank you and she’ll always brag about it ‘cause she love the stuff u gave so much.x

7. Never silent your phone. When she text, reply asap! When she call. Answer the damn phone no matter if you’re sleeping or not. She need you. She need assurance that you’ll be there for her no matter what you’re doing.

8. Every date you go with her, hold her hand, take picture of her, take video of her. Learn to take nice picture ‘cause she need beautiful nice tumblrish picture for her insta feed. Learn to take picture and she’ll edit it by herself. She’s good at editing.

9. This is important. Never ever be late to meet her. She hate hate fucking hate waiting. She hate that you’re late and she have to wait. Try to go there early as possible. No matter you picking up a flower or shit , never be late. When she say be there at 8, you have to be there at 745! You wait for her!

10. Don’t ever get mad at her. She may look tough but she’s soft inside. She’s a real baby inside. She’s a glass inside. Don’t ever raise your voice no matter how mad are you. she’ll never forget if u ever raise your voice. If you’re too mad, take a deep breath, let her scold you and you cool yourself down by yourself. Chill out. Never ever raise your voice

11. If she said she’s hungry, get her damn food! She love pancake from boomtown. Buy her those pancake. Pancake oreo! She love that! Send it to her house ‘cause she’s too lazy and afraid to drive on her own.

12. Bring her to hee fav bubbletea shop and bring her to her fav place to eat! Always bring her to eat . She’s hungry all the time. Eating is the priority in taking her out. So better take her out to eat first then do an activity together.

13. When she share you a story, remember all those names, those people and those event, even when she share it to you twice, listen and act like you first time listening to those stories ‘cause she love to tell you story. Never cut her off! NEVER! Let her tell you stories ‘cause its something important to her.

14. Her bestfriend is the most important person in her life. She would do anything for her bestfriend. Never get jealous about it, her male bestfriend is like a brother to her. She love them so so much so please don’t ever get mad and jealous when she’s being super friendly with them

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agaywadarchive · 6 years ago

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Title: My Fault Who: Claudia Daviau, Susana Daviau, Alex Reeves, Mentions of Jackson Kent Rating: R (I guess) For: for me cause I wanted to write angst. But @toptotoe / @ravenpuff-writes since it takes place in our verse Notes: mental illness, mentions of past domestic, medical, and emotional abuse. ALSO IT’S LONG.

DAY 1

The picture they use on the news of her and Jack unsettles her. She is with him, his arm wrapped around her, sitting down on a park bench, smiling at whoever is taking the photo. They look happy and in love. Like soulmates even, but Claudia has more vile memories of when that photo was taken, and the shitty things that happened after.

Seeing that photo makes the words “slut” “whore” “bitch” and “worthless” pop into her mind over and over again, causing her to stagger and lose her balance and grab hold of the couch. A few other words pop into her head, but she tries to push them out because she knows, that once they appear, they’ll keep showing up until she’s crying and in bed.

“YOUR FAULT”

While those words flicker in Claudia’s thoughts, the reporter covering the story states that from both friends and family that she and Jack were a loving couple who were inseparable during their adolescence and that they had no problems. The only person who argues against that is her father, who is very adamant that Jack wasn’t a good guy. The news wants everyone to believe that Jack is a good man though, and even with the press conference Alex made, everyone wants to believe that. It disgusts her. Makes her sick to her stomach. Makes those pesky words repeat in her mind.

“YOUR FAULT”

Claudia was completely fine with the press siding with Jack at first. She thought that eventually that everyone would side with her. That they’d get the story right because of her actions. She felt powerful knowing that she made plans to take initiative and take Jack to court and put a restraining order on him. Then her other plan to give women who have experienced domestic violence a voice also sounded like a good move as well. The thing was, the more she watched the news, and the more they showed her face - as a sick child with her mother, as reckless adolescent with her devoted boyfriend, and her as the adoring wife to a politician - the more awful she began to feel.

The photos being shown - the ones that were photos of her past, not the ones where she was smiling in the present with her husband - were reminders of moments she’d erased from her memory. They were photos from times where she felt weak and defenseless, and in turn, she began to feel weak and defenseless as she looked at them. That feeling of weakness and defenselessness began to feel like a heavy sadness and a need for air.

Moving away from the back of the couch, Claudia stands up to walk to her front door. Her goal is to check the mail and to get some air on the way there. However, the moment she tries to walk, she begins to stagger, her balance uneven as she takes a step forward. She stops for a moment to gather that balance back, but then those shitty words popped into her mind again.

“YOUR FAULT”

She sighs. She wants to go outside though, so she begins to walk again. This time, reaching the door, and achieving her goal of going outside. She thinks that everything is good again and that the onsetting panic attack won’’t happen, so she continues to walk until she reaches the mailbox. She stands there for a minute, not even opening the box, and stares at the rows of houses in front of her. Their neatly organized lawns and decorated front doors a comfort to her since they are familiar to her.

“YOUR FAULT”

She frowns at the intrusive thought, and then she loses her focus, and once again, her balance. Her body sways to the left, and in order to stop herself from hurting herself or the baby inside her, she puts her hands out and uses to them land her fall. For a moment, she contemplates getting up. She thinks of going inside and reading or watching a movie. But instead, she just sits on the curb of the driveway and cries.

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Day 4

Getting out of bed is hard. She tells Alex that she doesn’t feel good and that she’s been nauseous. He believes her, but he gives a look that makes her assume he knows something is up.

“YOUR FAULT”

So she smiles and assures him that she’s fine. He gives her that same look though, but replies with, “Okay,” anyways.

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Day 6

She works on, or rather stares at the word document of, one of her self inspiration novels and tries to take her own words into consideration.

“You are stronger than you think. Everyone has a hidden strength within them that they’ve yet to show to the world. Find your strength and show everyone what you’re made of. It’s what I did, and I’m pretty sure everyone else can do it, too. Try,“ she reads out loud, not quite remembering writing it, and not really enthusiastic while reading it. Her eyes scan an earlier paragraph, but she doesn't’t read it. Just stares at it until the words begin to blur on the screen. There aren’t any thoughts going through her head, but the blur is comforting in a way, so she concentrates on it.

Or rather, she concentrates on it until she hears her doorbell.

Standing up slowly while holding her stomach, she scurries over to the door to open it. She doesn’t look through the peephole to open it because she’s not exactly here nor there and just wants to hurry up and open the door. So when she opens the door, she’s a little irritated to see her nosy, obnoxious neighbor at her home with a box of cupcakes in her hands. Claudia stares through her instead of at her, and gives her a feigned smile. Usually, she would say something snide and shut the door, but today she’s just going through the motions, so it doesn’t really matter that her neighbor is here.

“Hey, Claudia. The girls and I heard about what happened and we wanted to give you these. Bianca said you liked vanilla with strawberry, so that’s exactly we made for you,” Ingris says, a polite smile on her face. Claudia doesn’t want her to enter her home, but Ingris does anyways, and sits on her sofa.

Claudia’s home is messier than usual. There is a layer of dust on her furniture and there are pieces of clothing and oreo wrappers on the ground. There also books flipped over on two side tables, her coffee table, and her kitchen table. Alex cleans up a little of it everyday, but due to how busy he’s been campaigning, he’s much too tired to do anything once he gets home. So there’s mess all around. And Ingris looks a bit surprised - and by the turn of her mouth, happy - about it.

“Thank you for the cupcakes,” Claudia says quietly, taking them from Ingris’s hands before sitting on the lazyboy recliner near the sofa Ingris was sitting on. The last thing she wants is to feed Ingris what she wants. She doesn’t want her to see that she’s feeling awful. She knows that Ingris feeds off other people’s misery and then goes off to share it in the form of gossip. In her head, Claudia can already hear Ingris’s high-pitched voice calling her a “poor dear” while telling her friends much her “life was beginning to crumble” due to the little mess in her house. Because of that Claudia thinks it’s wise to find a way to get Ingris to leave. “They look delicious. I’ve been really nauseated lately though, so I don’t know how long I’ll be available to talk.”

Ingris seems to blur a bit, but Claudia does catch her leaning forward. Her neighbor then places her hand on her round stomach, causing Claudia to flinch and see clear again. She doesn’t like to be touched, and she especially doesn’t like to be touched by people who have no good intentions and play head games. “It might be good if I stayed a little while, I think. You look like you could use the company.” Ingris pats moves hand from Claudia’s stomach and places it in her hand.

Claudia looks at her hand awkwardly, again, not liking to be touched. Hand holding specifically, with the wrong person, reminds her the times where her mother would use hand holding to control her actions. “I don’t like my moth- “ she would start before her mother squeezed her hand and made her steal back her own words and correct herself, “I love my mother and I appreciate everything she’s done for me. She’s so brave, and I’d be lost without her.” Her mother’s hand would then loosen its grip, and she tap her hand with her other and smile at her.

As she sat with Ingris’s hand in her own, the lavender in her name began to slowly change into a blood red, lipstick stains beginning to smudge all around it.

“MY FAULT”

She pulls her hand away from Ingris, and places it in her own lap, looks away from the vile woman. She wants to hold her hand, but she decides to wait it out. “I don’t need the company. I just want some time to myself. I am a big girl and I have everything handled. The only reason I feel so sick is because I’m pregnant. So you can leave,” she tells Ingris, her voice a lot less soft than before and a little more stern.

“What if I don’t want to?” Ingris counters, her tilting as her arms cross over to her chest.

“Well, I’d like you to leave. It’s my home.” Claudia glares at Ingris. Ingris glares back at her. They stare at each other for a while, seeing who will budge first. And when Claudia doesn’t Ingris stands up and stomps out the door.

“YOUR FAULT”

Once Ingris is out the door, Claudia opens and closes her hand, staring at it. If she closes her eyes, she can picture her mother beside her, ready to grab onto it before a show. “You know this is your fault. You were supposed to say what I told you say. Don’t ever go off course.” Her mother voice echos in her head. “Your fault - remember that.”

She leans her head back against the edge of the couch, and then she sighs.

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Day 10

It’s been ten days and she’s already beginning to question why she’s let it last so long. She should have asked for help - called her sister, spoke to Alex - but she just lets herself drown in her depression. She knows that she could have called a therapist. Called one of her friends. But she doesn’t want to do that though. For some reason the one person she decides to call is the worst person she could ever call about her feelings.

“Mom?” The sound of a heavy sigh could be heard from Claudia’s end of the phone. She has no idea if the person on the phone is Susana or her personal assistant. So when no one speaks, she asks again, though this time more desperately. “Mom?”

There’s another sigh, but this time someone speaks. “Yes, it’s your mother - what do you want? I already said you could have your segment on the show. Do you want something else?”

There is silence as Claudia’s eyes begin to water and her throat begins to dry and burn. She hadn’t thought much into it, so she doesn’t know what to say. Her chest just feels tight and the idea of hanging up crosses her mind but she doesn’t do it. “N-no, I don’t want anything else,” she starts before heavy sighing, her body already beginning to shake, “Or I do want something, but you’re probably not going to give it to me.” The last sentence sounds bitter coming from her lips because they are. But her tone is nowhere near as bitter as it usually is when she speaks to her mother. She sounds like cracked glass, and she knows - she just knows - that without much of a push, she’s going to break.

“You sound upset,” Susana states, her voice calmer and less annoyed than earlier. “What do you want, my angel?”

The words ‘my angel’ make her feel nauseous and are just enough to make the tears fall down her eyes. She didn’t want to cry, but she knew it would happen. While her mother is known to say and do awful things, she has always had a disturbing drive to baby and comfort. Claudia knows that the way to hurt her mother most is to ignore her and come to her during times of trouble, but today she doesn’t care about hurting her mother. She cares more about herself. “I want you to tell me everything will be fine,” she says quietly into the phone, before ugly crying into her hands.

The phone is still on speaker, so the sound of her mother in thought can be heard. And when she speaks that could be heard as well. “Everything is going to be fine, I promise.”

Claudia says nothing, just continues to cry.

“But I can’t continue this conversation at the moment. I have a meeting with my agent soon.”Her mother’s voice is quick, right to the point.

“YOUR FAULT”

“Okay” Claudia sniff, “Bye.” She hangs up the phone and then leans over her bed and then puts her head down in her pillow to cry.

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Day 13

“YOUR FAULT”

Claudia picks at her chinese take-out and stares blankly at the three vases full of roses on the kitchen table and the little tiffany box with the necklace inside of it beside them. Usually, all of this would make her happy, but she feels worse today than she’s felt for the past two weeks. She’d like to continue to hold it in, to make everything seem alright, but she can’t, so she begins crying at the kitchen table.

Alex looks a bit confused by her crying, but there’s no surprise in her eyes, nor annoyance. He reaches his hand out and awkwardly puts it on her shoulder. It’s something he’s done in the past that usually works, but makes her a bit nervous now, because now it’s so damn apparent he knows she is feeling bad. He doesn’t ask her what’s wrong though, or doesn’t pry. Just rubs his thumb against her back.

“Is this all my fault?!” she asks frantically with her hands out. “I keep thinking about how the news was putting the blame on me and it makes me think it’s all my fault. That nothing would’ve happened if it weren’t for me - if I would’ve just done something.” She’s still crying, and she wants to stop, but she can’t. “I know it didn’t mess up poll numbers, but I just - I just don’t like when my name is ran through the mud. I don’t like when things are blamed on me. I did nothing wrong.”

Alex quiet and he stops moving her hand. “I think you answered your own question.” His answer is simple and makes her sobbing quieter.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

He shrugs casually. “I’m not great at this, but you just said that you did nothing wrong, and I’m just agreeing with you.” He doesn’t make eye contact with her when he speaks, but she looks at him. She is no longer a sobbing mess, but is still crying, only this time not as much.

“But it feels like it.”

“It’s not.”

She sighs, rolls her eyes, and then begins to sob into her hands.

It’s apparently not her fault, but it’s so hard to get that through her head.

#elliesfinishedworks #( fake ass hoes )#though it's really just about claudia #but it's in one of their verses so #also i didn't know how to get alex #but i triiiiiiiied #also claudia is super sad and i hate it #writing: claudia daviau

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tatooedlaura-blog · 7 years ago

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The Madness of Punch

the series read as follows:

Superman … Monday … Cheezy Pouffs … Bacon … Stumbling … Trail Mix … Punch … Friday … Preparation … Uncle Mudler … Normal … Backseat … Mudler-sense … The FBI … Unthinkable … Patience … Elephant Jokes … Cooking … Rickety Tables … Mr. Skimmer … Bert and Ernie … Midnight Confessions … The Moon … Bright Sunshine … Graying Skies … Darkened Night … Possibilities … A Thing with You … Humming and Thrumming ... Warped Cosmology

@today-in-fic

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MRI taken, fish fed, email answered, thumbs twiddled, Mulder phoned, brain picked by aforementioned phone call, groceries shopped for and mother retrieved, they headed to the appointment.

An hour later, they settled in the car, quiet for a moment before Maggie spoke ...

amusement lacing every word that followed, “so, basically, you have polyps in your sinuses and vigorous sex will break the blood vessels in your nasal cavity?”

This was possibly worse than when she innocently asked her mother, after hearing Bill talking to one of his friends, what 69’ing was, “I should have left you in the car.”

“Oh, no, dear. Then I would have nothing to share at the card party Thursday.”

“Don’t make me make you walk home.”

Maggie moved her hand to Scully’s arm, squeezing it tightly, “honey, believe me when I say I am overjoyed to hear that the worse things you have are fatty growths and too much sex.” Moving on, she clicked her seatbelt, “now, do you think we have time for milkshakes before you need to leave for the airport?”

Key in ignition, dignity thrown out the window, Scully grinned the grin of someone with fatty growths and too much sex, “plenty of time.”

&&&&&&&&&&

Mulder collapsed into guffawing giggles that left him gasping for air, “oh … good … God … shit, I can’t breathe … I would have given almost anything to have seen that.”

She shoved his feet over to make room so she could sit on the already creaking bed, “it was an experience but who really cares as long as that’s what it is. I’ll get the polyps taken care of when we get back and we’ll just have to have less vessel-breaking sex in the future.”

This sent him right back into laughter the likes of which finally had her putting her hand over his mouth, trying to get him to shut up given it was after 11pm local time and they were going to get thrown out of the dump that was ‘MeadowLodge Suits: Drive up, sleep in, get out’ if they didn’t quiet down. Yawning while she waited for him to calm, “by the way, I like that you didn’t even attempt to get two rooms, then lie about sharing.”

“Skinner isn’t an idiot. He’ll keep it quiet though and Dennis down in billing has been asking about us for years so he’ll shut up as well. Why waste money when we don’t have to?”

“Then why didn’t we stay at a better hotel with all this money we’re going to save?”

Mulder looked around the aesthetically unappealing mustard yellow décor, “what? You don’t like this?”

Moving to pull on pajamas, “just once, you’re going to let me book the hotel.” Once dressed, Mulder watching intently the whole 30 second process, she returned to the bed, “give me the five minute rundown, please.”

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Case done by the following Monday afternoon, Skinner shipped them to Wyoming, mosquitoes the size of Scully eating her alive while they tramped the outskirts of Yellowstone, looking for a bank robber attempting to hide in the woods. At least this time, Mulder didn’t mention a nice trip to the forest.

As an aside, they traveled over the Old Faithful and shared a pizza in view of the geyser, Mulder, for what it was worth, snapping a picture of the top of the spout so he could show people how tall it was. Scully looked at him until he cracked, “what? I want to see just how many people give me that look before they either laugh me into oblivion or gently correct me in what they hope is the nicest voice possible.”

“You’re special, Mulder, you know that?”

Ringing his arm around her neck, he smiled as he kissed her temple, “just ‘cause I’ve got you.”

&&&&&&&&&

And suddenly it was the end of July, Skinner finally letting them home after varying degrees of cases and assholes and scary type fellows. Walking into Mulder’s apartment, he dropped their bags to the ground and turned to her, “it’s Thursday, Scully.”

“It is Thursday.”

“You know what Thursday is.”

“The day after Wednesday, last I checked.”

He could give her the Look like nobody’s business and she loved it, “I need some Punch.”

Shaking her head, she moved towards the bathroom, “call Mom and see when the festivities are happening.”

And he did and it was good.

In less than an hour, after a quick shower together and some general fooling around, which they had chosen not to do while on cases, they pulled up to Maggie’s, Mulder rushing up the walk and inside, leaving Scully behind to lock the car and be amused.

She found him breathing deeply the scent of homemade cooking and motherly love, grinning like the proverbial idiot. Maggie was already walking slowly towards the pair, boots gone, braces on, crutches present. Mulder hugged her the moment he could, Scully following soon after, “how are the ankles?”

Looking at her daughter, “it feels strange and I’m nervous without the boots but the end is in sight and that’s something.”

All moving into the kitchen, the ladies greeted them as if returning from a three-month long expedition, Betty going as far as declaring how much they’ve grown since they last saw them. Scully hugged her, “Mulder needs punch.”

With a grin, “we already have two glasses ready and places for you at the table.”

Mulder studied the seating arrangement, “why are we not next to each other?”

Janet, piping in as she shuffled Roswell cards courtesy of Mulder’s kitschy souvenir binge on vacation, “because, from what I recall, the punch makes her floppy and we need someone who can handle their liquor to catch her.” Pointing the deck at him, “that, my friend, is not you.”

He really couldn’t argue.

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Scully was asleep on the table by 9:18pm, head resting comfortably on the wood surface, the game happening around her, Lillian tucking her hair out of the way whenever it drifted across the playing area.

Mulder, on the other hand, somehow managed to hold total punch annihilation at bay even though total inebriation still occurred, his plan of one gulp of water for every two sips of punch failing miserably. His tongue was blue as midnight, which he continually shared roughly every 5 minutes and Betty, beside him, had to keep gently nudging his cards closer to his chest so the entire table, at least, couldn’t see them. When that round had finished, she turned to him, “Fox, would you like some more pie?”

With an enthusiastic nod, he moved to get it himself but Maggie held his arm while Betty retrieved the dessert. Thanking everyone at the table for their part in pie presentation, he took his first bite, waving his fork in Maggie’s direction, “she makes the best pies.”

Maggie caught the fork before it went in her eye, returning it and the attached hand to the table, “Janet made this one.”

“Then Janet makes the best pies, too.” Another bite later, “Scully doesn’t like pie. I don’t understand. I mean, she keeps trying pies but she just doesn’t like them. I’ve tried her with apple pie and cherry pie and peach pie and pumpkin pie and chocolate pie and I mean, my God, the amount of pie I’ve wasted on that woman is astounding. Peanut butter pie and blueberry pie and every time, she just takes a bite and looks like she’s gonna die and then slides it over to me to finish.” Turning towards Maggie again with the fork, “what did you do to her as a child? Did you force feed her rhubard pie or mincemeat or something? How could you raise a kid who doesn’t like pie?” Maggie tried to answer, defend her dessert choices for the past 34 years but never got past taking in a breath before he plowed ahead, re-addressing the table, Scully’s prone head and the air in general, “I love pie. Any kind of pie. My sister Sam used to make pretend pie and she always knew I’d eat it ‘cause she called it pie. She’d serve it up in her tea set, make me sit in that damn little chair and scoop up forkfuls of fake pie. At least she’d serve fake ice tea with it so that was something. She would line up her stuffed animals and dolls and just go down the line, feeding everybody pretend pie and pretend cookies and fake cake … once she made a pretend pot roast for us but then took it away ‘cause she said she’d accidently burned it and it tasted funny.” Taking a deeper swig of his Punch, “she stopped having her tea parties about a year before she disappeared but even on that last day, that afternoon, before we had the fight about the TV and before she floated in the air, she made a real pie for me … she made it with Oreos she’d smashed up and pressed into a pie pan and put frosting on as filling. She cut it and served it and brought me a glass of ice tea and told me she’d make me real pies from now on because she was going to be a chef and learn how to make all the pies for real so she’d always have something I’d like to eat.”

The table, right down the line, Maggie, Janet, Lillian, Betty, Ellie and Ruth, all had to fight various stages of sighs and sympathy, all wanting to hug Mulder tightly, all wanting to make the life of their Fox better.

He didn’t notice any of it, fork feeding himself another mouthful, “I think she would have been a good cook. She loved reading cookbooks. She’d get up on a stool when our mother was gone and study the buttons and dials on the stove, look inside the oven, make me come explain to her how the gas to the burners worked. She is irritating as hell sometimes but for a little sister, she’s not too bad.”

No one corrected his present tense usage for his long-gone sibling but Ellie quietly scooted his cup away as he continued, “I think that when Scully and I have a kid, I’ll buy her a tea set and explain the stove to her, feed her all kinds of pretend pie and see if maybe she wants to be a chef.” Aiming for the third time at an astonished Maggie, “you’ll have to teach her how to make meatloaf and pie and lasagna but,” swinging the fork around to Betty, “you will not be teaching her how to make the Punch. You will make the Punch and I will drink the Punch but even when she gets to be 40 or 80 years old, she will never be old enough to see the Punch.”

Looking around at the women, he grinned a blue-tooth smile, “why are we not playing? Did I win?” Glancing from the fork in his hand to the near empty plate in front of him, “I like pie.”

Twenty minutes later and after another piece of pie, sans diatribe, Mulder gave into annihilation, entire body dropping slowly against Betty, his last words being, “I should get Scully home to bed.”

Betty, supporting his dead weight admirably, gestured for assistance and soon, FoxNDana were both snoring peacefully on the table. Maggie took them both in, her glance sliding between, then to her cohorts, “how should we get them somewhere to sleep for the night?”

Studying the situation, Ellie suggested they start with Mulder. It took all of them to get him up, move him, pull down the sheets on the adjacent bedroom, lay him down, set an hopefully unnecessary wastebasket by the side of the mattress, be amused by his arm searching for Scully.

Returning to the kitchen, they expected to move Scully next but instead, found her sitting up in her chair, tears evident on her cheeks, the saddest look on her face they’d ever seen. Maggie held still on her crutches, “Dana?”

Scully sniffed hard, swiping her cheeks but not answering until Maggie asked when she’d woken up, if everything was okay, to which she finally responded, “I woke up when you asked him if he wanted pie.”

The ladies had a concrete-enough, vague notion of Scully’s personal life, complete with abduction, infertility and gunshot scars to collectively and quietly gather bags and shoes, calling hushed goodbyes while Scully sat there, guilt-laden at having chased away her mother’s friends with her insanity. Once the front door shut and Maggie returned to her, Scully waited for the inevitable, ‘what’s wrong’ but instead received a gently hand to her back and a quiet, “did you know he wanted to have a daughter with you?”

#msr #samantha #the truth behind the punch #diatribes about pie #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #My writing #Life part 2 series

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kinghoranshit · 4 years ago

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This is Love (LT) Ch 8

Word Count: 1,868

I drug my feet across the wood floor. Louis was gone at the studio with Liam. Where's Katie when I needed her? In Bali with Niall. Right.

I wanted to do something with someone! Sadly... I couldn't. Honestly, I wished it wasn't Sunday or I could be running the shop. Katie told me to close it on both Sundays. This was pure torture!

I found myself beginning to hum quietly of a tune from Wicked. An idea popped into my head and I grinned. Quickly, I ran into the bedroom to put on my bathrobe over my oversized shirt and underwear, then I pulled on a pair of my old, highlighter, knee-high socks.

I picked out the Wicked soundtrack CD and figured out how to play it in the stereo while sticking my tongue out. Excited, I decided to grab the load of french bread Louis had gotten for tonight's dinner to use as a microphone.

I was going to have my own broadway show.

I sang along and acted out the different voices. I danced too, acting like the furniture were people in the show. I even used part of the living room as my own runway to walk on. I wasn't bored anymore.

Eventually the CD started to replay from the beginning and I was once again belting out along to "Popular".

"Oh, you're gonna be popular! Pop-u-lar!"

The door opened and Louis walked in, and I stopped cold. He overlooked me, listened to what was playing, and shook his head as he rested a hand on his hip.

"Have a Lewis Broadway Show Spectacular?"

I smiled widely and nodded vigorously. "Yes, I did! It was raved by the critics!"

He walked over and kissed me on the head. "I wouldn't expect anything less, my love." Out of reflex, he rested his hand on my fourteen week belly. "So, what's the fruit size of our little nugget now?"

I pouted. "I don't know. Katie's not here to tell me."

Louis chuckled. "Why don't you call her and find out, love?"

"Right!" I pepped, doing an in between hop and run into the bedroom where my phone was. I found her loving, sticking out tongue face and tapped to call.

"Hey, Mads. Everything okay? Do I need to come home?"

"You're not going back yet! I won't let ya!" an Irish voice exclaimed in the background.

I giggled, knowing if I told her to come home that she would, despite what Niall said. He didn't exactly wear the pants in the relationship at times.

"No, Katie, I'm fine. I was just calling to find out what fruit little nugget is this week."

"You called just for that? Mads, you could look it up."

I whined, "But then it wouldn't be as fun or factual."

She sighed heavily. "Hold on. I'll call you back."

I squealed, doing a little happy dance.

"What'd she say?" Louis asked.

"She's going to call back."

He only nodded, a look of amusement on his face.

A few minutes later, Katie's picture came up on my IPhone.

I answered, "What's the verdict?"

Katie made a small laugh and I knew she shook her head. "Little nugget is a nectarine."

"Aww," I cooed. "It's a mini you!"

"You're getting your fruits mixed up, Mads. I'm a mango, remember? And you're a cute, little strawberry."

"I want strawberries," Niall muffled.

Katie 'ssh'ed him and I pinched my lips shut to stop myself from laughing. "Right. Sorry... Get that boy some strawberries. It's fair."

"You got it." I bet she was smirking. "Well, I gotta go. It's almost lunch. I'll see you in a week and a half, okay?"

"Okay. Make good choices!"

"Always. Bye, Mads."

"Bye, Kat." My heart sunk a bit when she hung up. It sucked not having her around.

"What'd she say?" Louis mused.

I smiled. "She's a nectarine."

"Good, good," he remarked. "What would you and nectarine like for supper? Still want ravioli and french bread?"

I thought about it, and suddenly it just hit me like a bus. "No, pickles and ice cream."

His face was priceless, and I wished I was kidding, but I wasn't.

"You're joking, Mads."

I shook my head. "No, I'm not." I rested my hands on my belly. "It's what we want."

He sighed. "Okay. What flavor of ice cream?"

"Vanilla bean."

"Alright." He nodded. He walked over and pecked me on the lips. "I'll be back in a bit."

"Wait, I'll come with." I walked into the bedroom to grab my purse then headed towards the front door.

"Mads," Louis called out.

"What?" I asked, a bit aggravated at the hunger gnawing at me. Must be little nugget. I shall feed us!

He gestured a hand at me and sighed. "Your clothes."

I observed my outfit that starred in a broadway show and blushed, laughing a little. "Right... Hold on."

***

Louis and I walked out of the little market, hand in hand. Louis was carrying the bag full of odd goodies I was craving. As well as items to make himself ravioli, of course.

I sighed in contentment as we walked down the sidewalk. It was a beautiful evening. There was a slight breeze, but it was actually blissful. I leaned my head against his arm as we continued. I could hear him smile and he placed a small kiss on my head.

These were the moments I lived for in life.

I enjoyed every second of our adventure back, until I saw fans staked outside the front of the apartment building. There was at least five or so. Seriously, where's Katie when I needed her? It sounded awful that I wouldn't want Louis here and that I'd want Katie instead. It's not that I didn't think Louis couldn't protect me, but Katie wasn't afraid to hit a fan.

I looked up at Louis, distressed. "I can't climb the fire escape to the second floor."

"Why on earth-" he stopped himself as he shook his head. "Nevermind. Come on, my love. It's gonna be fine." He tugged me to the front of the building where the fans were. "Hello there, girls."

One the girl's eyes went wide, and another made short scream and collapsed to the ground, the rest just sort of stood there. Well, this was less eventful than I thought it would be.

"Are you going to say something? Get a picture with us?" Louis shot, laying his accent pretty thick.

Internally, I was shaking my head at the way he treated the girls. He was torturing them.

"Actually... We only want a picture with you," one of the girls standing up spoke.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would you want one with just me? You did wait outside my love's apartment building."

The same girl replied, "Cause we're fans of you, not baby carrier over there."

Louis tsked. "Now, that doesn't seem fair to Mads. Which means I can't be fair to you. Come on, love." He pulled me through the girls and into the building.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I shouldn't be that surprised. It's Louis. Yet, I was.

I didn't want to talk about the fans and, I assumed, Louis didn't either.

I snatched the bag from Louis and hurried to the kitchen to get a bowl and scoop ice cream in it. I couldn't decide how to put the pickles in with my ice cream. Finally, I decided on cutting up two pickles and put the slices in with my ice cream.

I sat down on the futon and made my first scoop into the ice cream and pickles hill. The sour with the sweet wasn't bad. I continued to eat it in silence. It was comfortable.

I used my phone to take a picture of my meal. Then I posted it to Instagram with the caption of 'HELP! I've hit the weird food cravings! Got any ideas?'

About two minutes later, Katie commented on my post, 'Is that Pickles and ice cream? It looks so gross! Try some celery and PB instead.'

I laughed and commented back, holding the head of my spoon in my mouth. '@Katiebabes06 That's a normal thing. Try again xP'

I waited in giggly anticipation of what she'd say back. Finally, she replied, 'Oreos and PB.'

'Nope. Normal. @Katiebabes06.'

'Try a lemon and PB shake then.'

'What's with you and PB? But okay, PB lemon shake it is. :P @Katiebabes06'

"You're really going to try that?" Louis questioned.

I nodded as I let the spoon fall out of my mouth and plop into my bowl. "Yup. We'll get supplies tomorrow."

"Hopefully you won't want it then," Louis muttered under his breath as he went back to what he was doing in the kitchen. I only rolled my eyes a little and went to scroll through my feed. I smiled seeing posts from both Niall and Katie.

Niall posted a picture of Katie and him on the beach. She sat in his lap with her head on his shoulder and he had his arms lightly wrapped around her. They were smiling; Niall's mouth closed and Katie biting her lip lightly. An orangey sunset was backdropped behind them. His caption killed anymore feels that I had left.

'Nothing we've seen has been more beautiful than this girl .. been incredible spending quiet time with you. Love you , Kat . Ps five years? The band and I have been together for only a year more than that , crazy .. excited for more with you !'

While Niall's was thoughtful and nostalgic, Katie's was not. She posted a picture of Niall buried in the sand, but he had his hands showing thumbs up. She made him look like a mermaid. But her caption made up for it. Sort of.

'This idiot took me somewhere there was a beach, how could I not do this? :P Thanks for the surprise trip! I love you and can't believe it's been nearly five years together! I'm excited for what the future will bring :)'

"Well, isn't that nice? Katie made Niall the mermaid he is," Louis cooed.

I pointed a finger at him. "I think the correct term is merman."

"Right." He nodded. He, obviously, didn't care. He carried a plate with ravioli and slice of the french bread as he walked over to sit next to me.

I took the remote and turned the TV on, then took the game controller to set up Netflix.

"Bob's Burgers?" I asked.

"That sounds like something Katie would watch."

I smirked slightly. "It is. Katie got me hooked on it. It's like Family Guy and South Park."

He pointed to the TV. "I want you to play this Bob's Burgers."

"Yeah, ya do!" I replied and picked out an episode.

Eventually, we set our dishes on the table and laid down on the futon. I had my back against Louis's chest as his arms wrapped around me, holding my belly and I all in one. It wasn't long before I felt Louis's chest rise at a slow, steady pace. After at least six episodes of Bob's Burgers, my eyes felt heavy; I let the sleepiness consume me.

Next: Ch 9

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