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Do you âŠ. Kiss girls âŠ??? đ€šđ€šđ€šđ€š
perhaps,,,,,, but they scare me so i am quite in a pickle here
#i remember there was a cosplayer who was like trying to make money by taking pictures (ie stepping on u or kabedon etc)#yk typical con stuff#and like go get that bread girl but she went up to me and made me look at her by lifting my head up by the chin#when i say my mind went to a SCREECHING halt#she was trying to feed me oreos and get me to take pictures with her#i obv said no (well more shook my head no bc i couldnt speak) bc i was too embarassed but i was fucking trembling after that#she was soo much taller than me (bc of heels) and she had to kinda had to lean down#she was in a shenhe cosplay too and i love shenhe so it was a double whammy#pretty girls are scary....#franswers
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Her Second Autobiography
False memories tell the brain something else.
Maybe memories will come together or the person will remember and appreciate you.
I was there in 2007 and I remember 5 trees with cute but slightly fanciful names. The Grace Point Puppy Hearts observation deck is located behind the lush gardens. Or suppose there are lizards around the pizza, overheated by puppy hearts.
If I do nothing - 7 In the snow, a woman tries to find a black pigeon at the university. The squirrel's name is Oreo. The statue of a gray dove was so dark that he recognized Didus. I had to have her walking around campus like a bunch of lunatics, compared to the grayness of the road that gave the world more legitimacy.
Since the theme was the sea, the teacher sang a cappella about the sea, so there were lots of props.
Like maple leaf talcum powder, go for white Radcliffe and create a Halloween look. They remember the scary face that scared them because I had to look like a "cat" as a masked clown. It started with me and Alison, but there were also vampires. I've been living mostly adult music for years, but I can't get rid of it. Dad sometimes eats sweets and follows me. â Treatment.
I made friends in the summer and talked all day in our secluded cabin, reading naked when Maggie was little, the little ones fascinated me too, except. We talk about it on YouTube. Say "Bangs" on YouTube. In My Little Pony Adventure, she thinks she's getting old, but she's soon embarrassed. You may be the king of the net, but the soul of the net king probably sent beer to the user who posted that user's video.
Most of the 8 pictures I seriously draw sometimes aren't people, but one day I tried and drew an 8 in my head.
It's been a while since I've been there, but it's great.
Last holiday I decided to play Christmas music in class. Remember, we can have a house
I know my name is April Ellison. The old man rests there. Few people are happier than my father. His name is Cycle. Lots of memories on Tumblr.
I started my career when I wanted to make cartoons, even if they were fake.
If the food is not dirty, I try to be busy even if there are leftovers. Even if I didn't feed him, he would rest.
Vesna Mess finally got help, I wish I needed it, but I'm not that strong, I'm overweight, I thought I needed a thief, not a volunteer meeting, and I thought this was our story, and I was very curious and in what is happening in the room even though my parents were not there. Yes, as I said before getting into shape, I do a lot of physical work. Really or not, I will not take this woman with her mother. Universal rights to food support the ultimate ethical diet.
Some people call it a hallucinogen, but that name is crazy poison, and I guess it's back because it makes a poison that's supposed to be a tooth. She became a virgin at a young age. The house is beautiful and full of charm when you are not home.
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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 đ„ș
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"
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Little Hands (V)
Series Masterlist
Bucky treats you to a day out.Â
This is an entry for @star-spangled-bingoâ 2021. Word count: 1625. Square filled: âLucky (Clintâs dog)â
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Police. Sad child.
A/N:Â This is so late and I am so sorry. Let me know what you think! And massive thank youâs 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 doesnât know that you witnessed the way they bonded last night, and for that benefit you donât bring it up. Itâs 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 youâve established and glinting with promise of something more.
Something more might have to wait, but Bucky thinks youâve 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, itâs just the three of you. Bucky, and Anastasia, and you. Youâre cutting up fruit and washing berries for the pancakes heâs 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 Buckyâs 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 nightâs sleep, Anastasiaâs 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 motherâs â no, her final caretakerâs â 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 hasnât developed the same brown yet, itâs still a shade lighter, with hints of golden for the lesser age, the summer sun bleaching that has yet to pass. Itâs 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 doesnât 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 Anastasiaâs delight. The ensuing giggle is the closest thing heâs heard to laughter from the kid. Thatâs not good. Children need laughter. He makes himself, and Ana, a silent promise to be more uplifting.
âDo you think we could leave the Compound, today?â 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 Buckyâs answer. Clearly, this is something she wants, too. Who is he to deny them?
âSure. Fury might want us to take some security measures, but we should be fine.â
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Thatâs 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 protĂ©gĂ© in the city, one Kate Bishop. Theyâve been told that while not a trained security dog, Lucky has sensors that will let Kate know if theyâre 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 isnât worried about the fact that the only bodyguard theyâve 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 Steveâs children is working at on weekends. is a head shorter than Bucky, and terrifies the living wits out of him. Sheâs 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 Anaâs hands, and lets you all sit outside so you can be with Lucky. The rusty fall sun makes Luckyâs 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, itâs not with a crash landing. Itâs a gentle reorientation. You open your eyes, look at him with immeasurable affection. Ana pets Lucky. Vivien says, âLet me know when youâre ready to order, Uncle Bucky,â 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. Heâs a man of few words and many services. Thatâs 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 Anaâs 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 didnât have the means, and besides, they were on the run.
Heâs 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.
âYou okay?â You ask, following his gaze, and Bucky smiles, eyes returning to the road.
âNever better.â
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, weâll all be okay.
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Turns out, heâs 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 itâs too late. Her instincts have latched onto the fact that something is very, very wrong.
The DA says, âJames Buchanan Barnes, youâre under arrest as a suspect in the murder of Irene Orlov,â and Ana screams, and screams, and screams.
Bucky tries not to close his eyes, knows itâs 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, theyâre reading him his Miranda rights, and yes, he understands.
Heâs innocent. And his team will prove it. But itâs 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 Anaâs roar. Itâs no use. The police wouldnât be here without reason, and theyâll let him go when his team finds them reason to.
Everything is going to be okay, he tells himself. It has to. Because he doesnât know what heâll do if it isnât.
Bucky sees you, tear-sodden and holding onto a distraught Ana, in the reflection of the glass doors before they slide open.
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Welcome To The Family (1/???)
Yandere EraserMic household x reader
Finally decided to start writing it! Iâve never babysat in my life, so if this is incredibly wrong Iâm sorry. No warnings for now. No idea how many chapters this is going to be right now, but for sure at least 3-5.
Iâm on my way to babysit two new children. Well, a child and later in the day a teenager when they get back from school. Itâs beyond astonishing somehow being the one selected to babysit two children of heroes. Theyâre adopted, but that makes it all the more strange. I canât complain much though. Theyâre 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.Â
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. âYou must be Eri. Iâve heard a lot about you. My nameâs Y/N. I hope to get along with you.â This is true, Iâve been informed by the two about what she has been through.Â
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.Â
Aizawa- hopefully, Iâm still correct- looks at the clock. âWe need to go now.â 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. âDonât do anything you will regret.â He threatens and leaves too.Â
Eri sits on the couch still timidly staring at me. To say it felt awkward between us is an understatement. âSo, Eri, would you like to show me your favorite toys? Or maybe thereâs a show you really like we could watch for a while?â 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. Thereâs 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 theyâre not in the living room. The black stand under the T.V. matches the coffee table in front of it. Thereâs 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. Thereâs 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. Theyâre all so adorable that I think my heart might have melted.Â
âAw, what are their names?â She proudly holds them up and says their names. The one that got me was âDekuâ. Doesnât that mean useless? How would a child know that term? More importantly, how are the adults allowing her to name it that?Â
âDeku? Why is it named that?âÂ
âHe saved me. I wanted a stuffed animal like him!â She cheerfully says. Iâm not going to question why they chose that name.Â
âThey sound like amazing people! I canât wait to meet them someday!â She smiles at me. It quickly becomes sad instead. âBut I wonât be going to the school with them anymoreâŠâÂ
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. âWell, maybe I could ask your parents if they can come over someday after school.â She enthusiastically nods.Â
It grows quiet between us again as she holds her stuffed animals.Â
I look back at the cat tree. âI see you have a cat tree. Do you know where the cat is?âÂ
âWe have three!â she cheerfully informs.Â
âThree? Wow! I bet they keep you safe, huh?â I question. She shrugs. âMochi is too big to even jump on the bed.âÂ
âMochi? Cute name!â
âMrowâ came a sudden voice from the cat tree. Thereâs a box part on the floor I somehow missed earlier. A rather fat cat saunters out of it. âMochi!â Eri cheerfully yells and goes over to it. Itâs an orange tabby. She tries to pick him up and miraculously succeeds. Itâs so comical I canât help but laugh. A child carrying a cat thatâs 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 doesnât seem to care in the slightest.Â
âWhat are the names of the other two?â I ask.Â
âSundae and Oreo! Theyâre brothers!âÂ
âAre they as big as Mochi?â She shakes her head. âNo. My dads went to buy things that feed the cats when we are not home.âÂ
âThatâs good! Maybe later we could try finding the other two and have a tea party or something.â She looked like she was nearly screaming in excitement at the news. âOnly one of my dads likes to do tea parties with me.âÂ
I smile. âWell, now you have two that do!â
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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 dadsâ bed. Eri told me they were in there since I didnât go in there out of respect. Unfortunately, I didnât bring a dress or suit to change into for her. Iâll have to remember that for next week so I can do it when not babysitting.Â
Oreo and Sundae were rather difficult to settle down into chairs around the table. Theyâre 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. Itâs a great contrast to the small dark red table itâs on in her room. She has tons of drawings with her, Shinsou, and the two adults covering her walls. Thereâs also a few with a green-haired and blond with her. There is nothing in the teacups as she passes one to me. âWhy, thank you, Eri!â She smiles and nods. That smile needs to be protected.
Itâs hard to think someone could do something so evil to such an innocent bean. Iâm beyond glad sheâs in a much better home now. Iâve only known her for like half a day, but if something were to happen to her, Iâd kill everyone around me and then myself. She looks behind me and lights up more. âToshi!âÂ
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, heâs incredibly quiet. I understand why he doesnât trust me yet. Iâm still a stranger after all. It would be more concerning if he did trust me immediately. I give him an inviting smile. âWelcome, Shinsou! Why donât you come to our tea party instead of standing there? Iâm sure Eri would be more than happy to have her brother join!âÂ
âYes! Câmon Toshi, please?â She begs. He shakes his head. âYou two go ahead. Iâd rather watch for now.â He says, hardening his glare at me. Eri doesnât seem to notice his glare and goes back to her chair. How cute though, a protective brother! She deserves nothing less.Â
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.Â
Shinsou goes to the bathroom, but something tells me heâs testing me. I mean, I didn't do anything before he came home, and wouldnât Eri have already run to him if I did do something? Well, with the villains around you canât be so sure.Â
Eri swings her feet while sitting farther up on the couch. âAre you going to come back tomorrow?âÂ
âOf course! We still have so many things we have to do together!â 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? âHey, Eri?â She looks at me again with trust, yet a hint of unease still in her eyes. Please donât tell me I just royally screwed up. âHow about this. I do to myself what Iâm going to do to you, and you can allow it or not. Like this.â I say, and gently rub the top of my head. I bring my hand halfway to her and wait for her reply.Â
It takes a moment, but she gives me a small nod. I rub her head, making her give a big smile to me.Â
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.Â
âWelcome 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.â I inform as Eri goes to hug Yamada and then Aizawa right after.Â
Shinsou comes into the room as well. Like a silent conversation, he gives a curt nod to Aizawa, which he returns.Â
Yamada smirks at me. âBut whatâs important is⊠Did ya succeed?âÂ
I shrug. âKind of. We got them to stay on the table instead of the chair.â He snickers. âThatâs those devious two!â He looks down at Eri. âYa must have had a lotta fun, huh? Sad to miss the party!âÂ
I decide to leave so they get more time as a family before they have to go to bed. I donât need to interfere with that. I wave to her as I go to the door and put on my shoes. âSee you tomorrow, Eri!â She waves back, shocking the two adults. Wonder why theyâre shocked about that. Maybe she doesnât usually trust new people as fast? Well, Iâve always been pretty good with children.Â
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.Â
#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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Carnival First Date with Tommy One Shot
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. Heâs just a fun time to be around and you get to experience the various sides he has
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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 sheâd 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.
âHey, thanks for picking me up.â It was weird going out with this guy who had been hitting on you nonstop for weeks.
âThanks for putting out of my misery and finally going out with me.â As soon as he revved the engine you grabbed hold of the door, your heart sinking as he sped through traffic. There wasnât 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.
âWe need to hold hands so we donât get lost.â 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.
âDo you want to get on rides first or get something to eat?â You asked as he walked towards the excitement with your hands together once more.
âWe should get the fried Oreos and maybe some cotton candy..Ohhh they have fresh donuts.â 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.
Heâs so easy to joke with and youâre laughing so hard your stomach hurts. Youâre 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.
âWe can go on another ride or play games if youâre into that?â 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. Heâs smiling with you as the ride starts up.
Itâs infectious. His laughter and joy deep into you and youâre laughing so hard as you weave between people. It feels like youâve created this little bubble in the two hours youâve been together and youâre seriously thinking itâs 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 didnât 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.
âWe have to ride the Ferris Wheel!â He said, pulling you along and cutting the line that he didnât realize was there to get you guys on. Your heart was racing as you thought of how high up youâd be but Tommy was already looking out into the distance.
Youâre 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.
âCan I kiss you?â Youâre shocked when he asks this and donât respond because you canât remember a time when someone asked to kiss you instead of doing it. Itâs 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. Itâs like everything that youâve been waiting for. Tommy pulls away, this big smile on his face and heâs suddenly standing up rocking the whole Ferris Wheel car youâre riding in.
âTommy-â
âHOLY FUCKING SHIT!â Heâs screaming as the car is shaking and you question your entire life as itâs flashing before your eyes. Heâs screaming and hollering, well the operator of the ride is shouting something that is lost in the wind.
âTommy.â 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.
âCan I have a taste of yours?â 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.
âWell, youâre definitely proving to be worth the wait.â He teased watching the way you smirked. âAre you having a good time because if youâre not we can leave?â He was so sincere and worried about you enjoying yourself you couldnât help but smile at him.
âCmon, drummer boy. I want to ride bumper cars.â You were tugging him along. Tommy couldnât 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.
âI like that youâre competitive, Y/N.â 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.
âMaybe theyâll have better luck.â 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.
âThat was really nice of you to do.â You said watching him shrug like he didnât care. A smile danced over hour face and you rolled your eyes at the way he was trying to play off a cool rockstar, âwould you think it was super lame if we did the photo booth?â 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.
âHow much for all the goldfish?â 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.
âWhat is the plan for all these fish?â You asked as you helped him lay them in the back seat. They did look pretty sad in their plastic little bags.
âWeâre going to drive to the ocean and free them.â You wanted to argue you werenât sure goldfish didnât come from the ocean but you werenât 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 youâre unloading fish and Tommy is naming them as he unloads them into the ocean.
âHave a good life Jeffrey. Best wishes Omar. I hope you meet a good guy, Josephina.â Youâre crying laughing at how sincere he is. Tommy finally lets out the last fish which he names after himself.
âDo you feel better?â You asked him as youâre both sitting there, the sound of the ocean all around you and just an easy understanding between you two.
âAt least they have a chance of life now.â He scoops up your hand and youâre laughing again. Standing up to brush off your thighs. Tommy looks confused by this but stands up.
âI had a great time tonight but I have to work tomorrow and thereâs been this cute guy coming in everyday so I need to make sure that Iâm ready for him.â He shook his head.
âThere better not be another guy.â 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.
âI had a good time tonight.â You agreed with him, âCan I take you out again tomorrow?â You let the smile spread across your lips as you opened the door.
âI work the 11-7 shift tomorrow. Why donât you ask me then?â 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 lousyâ" "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 itâhe'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 dressânow that was a weird summer...." "And the college ring is your father's?" "That's none of yourâ" 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 outsideâit must've been Eddie'sâshouted 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 allâ" "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 flowersâlotus 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 thingïżœïżœïżœwhere 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 towersâ" "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 weâ" "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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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 âGo to sleep, sweetheart. Pray for brains.â â Dorothy
2 âCrying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.â -Blanche
3 âThey were all buying T-shirts, you know, the ones that say, âToday is the first day of the end of your life.ââ â Dorothy
4 âPeople waste their time pondering whether a glass is half empty or half full. Me, I just drink whateverâs in the glass.â â Sophia
5 âNobody ever believes me when Iâm telling the truth. I guess itâs the curse of being a devastatingly beautiful woman.â â Blanche
6 âNo! No, I will not have a nice day!â -Dorothy
7 âExcuse me NAME, have I given any indication at all that I care?â â Sophia
8 âNo one in my family has ever seen a psychiatrist ... except of course, when they were institutionalized!â â Blanche
9 âIsnât it amazing how I can feel so bad, and still look so good?â -Blanche
10 âCondoms, NAME! Condoms, condoms, condoms!â â Dorothy
11 âItâs like life is a giant weenie roast, and Iâm the biggest weenie!â â Rose
12 âHeâs/Sheâs really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesnât like to show it.â â Dorothy
13 âI eat raw cookie dough. And occasionally, I run through the sprinklers and donât wear a bathing cap. And at Christmas, Iâve been known to put away more than one eggnog.â â Rose
14 âI could get herpes listening to this story!ïżœïżœïżœ â Dorothy
15 âIâve been having a good time, and there wasnât even a man/woman in the room.â -Blanche
16 âWhy donât I just wear a sign, âtoo ugly to liveâ?â â Dorothy
17 âI 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, âWhat a shame if I die now, Iâm too youngâŠand Iâm wearing the wrong underwear.ââ â Blanche
18 âYouâll have to excuse NAME. HE/She suffered a slight stroke a few years ago which rendered him/her totally annoying.â â Dorothy
19 âEat dirt and die, trash.â â Blanche
20 â[to NAME] Youâre a furry little gnome and we feed you too much.â â Dorothy
21 When I was a child, I used to get overexcited and pet the cat too much.â â Rose
22 âI feel that you have backed me into a corner, and when I am backed into a corner, I come out fightinâ like a wildcat. Unless Iâve had too much to drink, in which case I slide down the wall and make mad passionate love on the carpet.â â Blanche
23 âNAME, youâre one chromosome away from being a potato.â â Dorothy
24 âIf this sauce was a person, Iâd get naked and make love to it.â â Sophia
25 âI hate to admit it but he/she melts my Haagen-Dazs.â â Rose
26 âWant a glass of water to wash down your foot?â â Sophia
27 âLike Iâm the only person who ever mixed a margarita in a sailorâs mouth?â â Blanche
28 âI feel like crawling under the covers and eating a box of Velveeta.â â Rose
29 âWhen I say jump, you say âon who?'â â Blanche
30 âIâm jumpier than a virgin at a prison rodeo.â â Blanche
31 âHow come whenever my ship comes in itâs leaking?â â Dorothy
32 âTell me the truth: do these glasses make me look stupid?â â Rose
33 âIf I had that money I could have moved into a swinging condo instead of living withâI better not say anything until Iâve had my coffee [sips coffee]âa slut and a moron!â â Dorothy
34 âGo hug a landmine!â â Dorothy
35 âFasten your seatbelt, slut puppy. This ainât gonna be no cakewalk!â â Sophia
36 âNAME? Hubba hubba zing zing, baby, heâs /sheâs got everything.â â Rose
37 âI could vomit just looking at you!â â Dorothy
38 âThere is a fine line between having a good time and being a wanton slut. I know. My toe has been on that line.â â Blanche
39 âItâs like you people donât pay any attention to me whatsoever.â â Rose
40 âWhy do blessings wear disguises? If I were a blessing, Iâd run around naked.â â Sophia
41 âI hate Jell-O. If God wanted peaches suspended in midair, he would have filled them with helium.â â Sophia
42 âOh, donât give up, NAME. If the ancient Egyptians could move 20-ton stone blocks to build the pyramids, we can move a toilet.â â Rose
43 âNAME, honey⊠have you been washing the fruit off before you eat it?â â Dorothy
44 âTell me, is it possible to love two men/women/people at the same time.â âSet the scene, have we been drinking?â â Rose & Blanche
45 âNAME, what are you listening to?â âA relaxation tape. The rain is supposed to relax me.â âIs it working?â âNot really. I keep worrying that I left my car windows down.â â Dorothy & Rose
46 âNAME, I have a feeling youâre lying.â âNAME, be positive.â âOkay, Iâm positive youâre lying.â â Dorothy & Rose
47 âYou are undoubtedly the meanest, sickest person Iâve ever met! Not to mention the most unattractive.â â Blanche
48 âWhere are you going?â âTo either get ice cream or commit a felony. Iâll decide in the car.â â Rose & Dorothy
49 âLet me tell you a story. Picture it, PLACE âŠâ âSophia
50 âNAME, wake up. My husband/wife/partner will be home any minute.â â Dorothy
51 âIâm NAME and I know it isnât pertinent at the moment, but Iâm double jointed.â â Blanche
52 âHeâs/She's really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesn't like to show it.â â Dorothy
53 âYou know, sometimes when people are under pressure, they sleep to escape.â â Rose
54 âHave you noticed that NAME has been acting peculiar?â âYes, NAME, from the first day that I met him/her!â â Blanche & Dorothy
55 âOh, NAME, how do you feel about performing in front of a video camera?â âI think it's okay as long as you've already had at least three dates.â â Rose & Blanche
56 âI never grew a beard!â âYou never grew brains, either!â â Rose & Sophia
57 âIt wasn't a rat! It was a cute little mouse.â âNAME, it doesn't wear white gloves and work at Disneyland! We're talking about a rodent!â â Rose & Dorothy
58 âMy whole life is an open book.â âYour whole life is an open shirt/blouse!â â Blanche & Sophia
59 âOh, 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.â âYeah, open to everyone, day or night.â â Blanche & Sophia
60 âOh, NAME. Can I make a little suggestion when you go for your makeover?â âSure. What is it?â âDon't expect a miracle.â â Sophia & Dorothy
61 âWhy am I even discussing this with you?â âBeats the hell out of me!â â Dorothy & Sophia
62 âWell, what do you know? NAME has a past!â âThat's right! But unlike yours, I didn't need penicillin to get through it.â â Blanche & Sophia
63 âI'm going to have to meet men/women lying down.â âI thought you did.â â Blanche & Sophia
64 âHere we are in the middle of a crisis and thereâs no cheesecake.â â Blanche
65 âCan I ask a dumb question?â âBetter than anyone I know.â â Rose & Dorothy
66 âNAME, âdisdamâ is not a word. You made it up.â âItâs a word.â âFine. Use it in a sentence.â âYouâre no good at disdam game.â â Dorothy & Sophia
67 âHeâs/Sheâs undressing me with his/her eyes.â âDo you wanna move tables?â âNot yet, heâs/sheâs only half done.â â Blanche & Rose
68 âYou know, there is nothing worse than being wide awake and scared and by yourself!â âOh yea there is: being wide awake and scared and by yourself without a double-fudge chocolate cheesecake in the freezer.â â Dorothy & Rose
69 âYou know what would go so good on this cheesecake is those chocolate sprinkles.â âWe finished those an hour ago.â âWe could crush some Oreos on top.â âWe ran out of those two hours ago.â âHow about some whipped cream?â âMmm!â â Dorothy & Rose
70 âYou bought a chocolate cheesecake?â âJust for an emergency.â â Dorothy & Rose
71 âI just need some cucumbers to put on my eyes. Itâs very good. It reduces puffiness.â âDoes it work on thighs?â â Blanche & Rose
72 âI have a date.â âWith a man/woman?â âNo, NAME. With a Venus fly trap.â â Dorothy & Blanche
73 âDo you know what your trouble is?â âOf course not.â â Dorothy & Blanche
74 âI think thereâs a connection between your brain and wallpaper paste.â â Sophia
75 ââForgive me, NAME, but I havenât had sex in AMOUNT OF TIME and itâs starting to get on my nerves.â â Sophia
76 âDo you know what I hate doing most after a big party?â âTrying to find your underwear in the big pile?â â Blanche & Rose
77 âI've never been so humiliated in my life.â âWhat about the time you lost the key to your handcuffs and had to go with that guy/girl on his/her mail route?â â Blanche & Dorothy
78 âYou are not gonna believe this. NAME, just called me.â âI didn't think the two of you were speaking.â âWell, we're not.â âThen how'd you know it was him/her on the other end of the line?â âNAME, you're bringing down the curve for the whole country.â â Blanche, Dorothy & Rose
79 âOh, my goodness. Look what I found. Double-fudge cookies. I thought we agreed not to keep cookies in the house.â âRight, after this last box.â âYou're not going to eat them, are you?â âNo, NAME. We're going to go to some dumb country and try to use them as money.â â Rose, Blanche & Dorothy
80 âI can't believe you said that! Oh, if I weren't a lady I'd deck you.â âYou try and I'll have you on your back so fast you'll think you're out on a date.â â Blanche & Dorothy
81 [NAME running after a dog] âHa! Would you look at that: man's best friend, chasing man's best friend!â â Dorothy
82 âI won't stand for this!â[gets up and starts to walk out] âTake it, NAME!â âBut I bet you'll lie down for it.â â Blanche, Sophia & Dorothy
83 âNAME, you should make us eat dirt, make us grovel, give us the silent treatment...â âNAME, if you give us the silent treatment, I will eat dirt.â â Rose & Dorothy
84 âCooking, NAME?â âNo, NAME, I'm developing pictures for the Magellan Space Program.â â Rose & Dorothy
85 âDo we have any orange juice left?â [person two pours the rest in their glass] âNo, weâre all out.â â Rose & Dorothy
86 âGo hug a landmine.â â Dorothy
87 âNow, whatâs wrong?â âI lost it, NAME!â âYou never had it, NAME.â â Dorothy & Stanley
88 âYou knew I wanted to spend tonight alone.â â Rose
89 âDarn it. I gotta kiss somebody at midnight.â â Blanche
90 âPizza, dammit! Get pizza!â â Dorothy
91 âWhat the hell goes on at night in this house?!â â Dorothy
92 âJust drives you nuts, doesnât it, NAME?â â Rose
93 âCan you believe that backstabbing slut?â â Rose
94 âIâm here if you wanna pick my brain.â âNAME, I think we should leave it alone and let it heal.â â Rose & Dorothy
95 âAnd the world heaves a collective sigh of relief.â â Sophia
96 "Must you always be so cheerful, you empty headed Mary Poppins knockoff?'âBlanche
97 "What? Are you out of what is left of your mind?!"âBlanche
98 âAll I do is listen to your sexual problems. How about my sexual problems?â â Sophia
99 âBlow it out your ditty bag.â â Sophia
100 âYour heart's in the right place, but I don't know where the hell your brain is." â Sophia
101 âThink about it. You live alone. No one likes you." â Sophia
102 âYou're moving. Too bad. This would be touching if I liked you more." â Sophia
103 âGo ahead. Stand up and say it. My name is NAME, and I am an idiot." â Sophia
104 âYou're here because the rhythm method was very popular in the [insert decade of birth]." â Sophia
105 âGet to the part where they steal the brain out of the dead body and sew it into your head." â Sophia
106 "Exactly how close to the television are you sitting when you're watching TV SHOW.â â Sophia
107 âBoom! You've got a social life." â Sophia
108 âYou drink out of a brown paper bag and suddenly everybodyâs your friend.â â Sophia
109 âRemember NAME, donât do anything I wouldnât do.â âI think I crossed that line when I got a date!â â Dorothy & Sophia
110 âIf you canât count on family, who the hell can you count on?â â Sophia
111 âIn this life, thatâs all we have, is hope.â â Sophia
112 âHereâs a newsflash, witches can fly.â â Sophia
113 âItâs great bringing two idiots closer together.â â Sophia
114 âNAME, a man/woman called for you while you were out.â âFinally, now we can break out that bottle of champagne weâve been saving.â â Rose & Sophia
115 âGee, with only three hours sleep, I can be just as bitchy as you.â â Rose
116 âGee, Sophia! Youâre awfully cranky today.â â Rose
117 âThe doctor says itâs the first time heâs ever been called because a baby was sleeping in the day. And then I think he called me an idiot.â â Rose
118 [astonished] Â âYou paying for something?â âWhat are you saying, I'm cheap?â âWell, of course heâs/she's saying you're cheap. You're the only man I know who owns a time-share dog!â â Rose, Stanley & Dorothy
119 âHey, what is this? You're talking about me like I'm an animal. [sniffing NAME] You've been with a man, haven't you?â â Sophia
120 âI do love the rain so. It reminds me of my first kiss.â âAh, your first kiss was in the rain?â âNo, it was in the shower.â â Blanche & Dorothy
121 âYou know, I've been thinking ...â âOh, that would explain the beads of sweat.â â Rose & Blanche
122 âGod, I hate morning people.â â Blanche
123 âHeâs/Sheâs a lewd, horny, oversexed beast with five hands.â âYou donât have to build him/her up to me, honey. I like him/her just fine already.â â Rose & Blanche
124 âYou ... you ... you rude person!â âGo easy on him/her, NAME.â â Rose & Dorothy
125 âThis would be touching if I liked you more.â â Sophia
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Celebrating Too Late
   âShh,â 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 Dadaâs hip, tugging on Nickâs 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 Dadaâs legs and went straight for his Papa, tossing the oversized card on the floor and reaching for Matt.
      âCâmon, little guy,â 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. âY/N? Itâs time to wake up, Mama.â
***
      Mattâs 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.
      âHappy birthday to youâŠâ Nick began, the girls joining in with Matt. Lee tried to sing, but he didnât 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.
      âHappy birthday, Mommy,â Mattie said with a big smile. âDad and I made breakfast for you.â
      Nicole held up the flowers, grinning proudly. âMe and Papa got fwowers.â I took the bouquet and held it up to my nose, breathing in the scent of the tulips and daisies.
      âLee and RJ helped with the card,â Matt said from beside me, bouncing our son on his knee. âWell, Lee picked it out. RJ just tried to eat the corner.â
      I smiled, even as tears blurred my vision. âYou guys didnât have to do this,â 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. Todayâs Kind of a Big Deal it read. Matt got it open despite Leeâs âhelp.â On the inside, it said So are YOU, surrounded by handwritten messages from my husbands and my kids. Mattâs looping script took up half of the inside flap, Nickâs 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. âThis is the best birthday,â 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. âOh, this bacon is perfect.â
      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-lawâs 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. Sheâd 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. âWhere is he? I can keep these warm, but theyâre gonna be burnt by the time he shows up.â
      While weâd 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 Nickâs siblings could make it to the cookout, but theyâd also invited Kenny, who was flying back from Winnipeg and was stopping over in California for a visit.
      âItâs Kenny,â I said, resting my palm on the small of Nickâs back. âHeâs not going to care.â
      Nick waved the spatula in my direction. âBut I care⊠Nick Jackson does not serve burnt food from his grill.â
      Matt Sr. laughed from the playset, where he was pushing Lee on a swing. âHe gets that from me, Y/N,â he said with pride.
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      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 âUnca Kenny!â 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.
      âHey, Nik,â 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. âHappy birthday, Y/N.â
      âThanks, Ken.â 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. âAre those burgers a little crisp?â
      Nick swatted at Kenny with the dish towel over his shoulder. âShut your mouth. Thatâs almost as bad as Y/N cursing Lee to be a Lakerâs fan.â
      âShe didnât!â 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 wouldnât need it.
      âFoodâs ready,â 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. âLetâs do it, Jacksons!â
      Mattie pulled herself out of the pool, taking the towel Matt held out. Nicole wriggled in Kennyâs 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.
      âTable it,â Nick said firmly. Mattie lead the way to the picnic tables weâd 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. Theyâd 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.
      âDonât you dare! Nick! Matt! Donât!â I squealed, kicking and trying to get away from them. âDonât!â
      They grinned at one another, leaned in and pressed kisses against my cheeks. âHappy birthday, Mama,â Matt said.
      âRemember we love you, Sunshine,â 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 didnât even think twice. I took their hands, planted my feet against the side of the pool, and pulled. They both hit the water headfirst.
      âRemember I love you, boys,â 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. Iâd 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 favoriteâred velvet with buttercream icing.
      âHappy birthday, Y/N,â 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. âAnother year, and youâre still to good for us, Mama.â
      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 couldnât quite figure out what it was. All I knew was it meant something horrible for me.
      Nickâs 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. âBoys?â I said it as sweetly as I could, forcing myself to look innocent. âHave some cake.â
      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.
      âOh, youâve done it now, Mama,â Matt growled, sprinting after me.
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Your Holiday Mom: Mom Babs
Hi, baby. I know youâre not a baby anymore, but thatâs just my little pet name for you. Youâre all grown up now, and I am just so proud of who youâve 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, Iâd 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. Iâve tried to make homemade Mac & chz for the last couple of years but havenât 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 familyâs never been the best at mealtime chat, but we donât let that hinder our efforts. Thereâs love there even if we struggle to express it.
Jason & I go on a hike on Black Friday. Itâs a new tradition & even a hashtag, I think. Do you like to hike? I just love it & if I donât get out regularly, my soul aches. This Earth is so beautiful & the news would have you think itâs in the crapper, which may be true, but thereâs 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 weâre on the trail. Breathing the fresh air & filling your eyes with pure mountain scenes feeds the soul. Youâd like it.
This year, Mom & I are doing our chocolate covering early to sell at a craft fair. Weâre 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 havenât travelled or donât think you have the means to, Iâd 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 weâre working. Weâre a well oiled machine at this point, but chocolate takes over! Itâs a delicious, laborious mess.
Iâm 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. Iâm excited to go to the DalĂ Museum. When we get back weâll eat with the respective families & exchange our modest gifts. Itâs difficult for me to reign in my spending, but deep down, I try to remind myself that the seasonâs not about what you give or get, itâs about who you spend it with (pun intended). I really do wish you could spend it with us. What fun weâd have. Youâd definitely gain a few pounds. I sure do. Hashtag worth it.
I hope youâve enjoyed hearing about our plans this holiday season. It is my heartâs 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 Iâll 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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A Long Time Coming | PT 2.
Word Count: 2002.
Genre: Fluff, romance, a tiny bit of comedy.
Summary:Â 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 doesnât expect her best friendâs little brother to be back from touring the world with his band. And she certainly doesnât expect him to be so devastatingly handsome.Â
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 motherâs 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.
âYour cooking is still as amazing as I remembered.â 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.
âYou've only been gone for six months, baby.â 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.
âWhat are your plans for the day?â 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.
âNot much, Iâm 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.â I say sincerely, to which she nods and offers me a sincere smile.
âDo you think you could go to the supermarket later and stock up on groceries while your dad and I are at work? Iâll make a list of the things we need and you can take my card to pay for it.â
âSure, 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.â 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.
âThis is your home too, and it will be for as long as you need it.â 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 âwhatever snacks I wantedâ. 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.
âYah, kid! You're so annoying! Stop complaining about being hungry and sleepy, you're starting to sound like Yoongi-hyung!â 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.
âIâm sorry, hyung. It was just such a long flight.â 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 Iâm turning around to leave, one of the two boys behind me speaks up.
âNoona?â 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. âJungkook-ah?â 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.
âYeah, it's me.â 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. âIt's been such a long time, Noona. How have you been?â he asks.
âI've been good, I've just returned from Europe, actually. So I'm trying to settle back into the city.â
âOh, Europe? That's amazing!â 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. âSo you became an actress like you wanted to?â Jungkook questions, and I'm surprised he even remembers my silly high school dreams, but I have to shake my head.
âNot 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.â 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?
âThatâs 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 Iâd say youâll do just fine.â 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.
âAre you not going to introduce us?â Jimin says looking up to Jungkook who chuckles and pushes his hands into the front pockets of his sweatpants.
âJimin-hyung, this is y/n-noona, she was my neighbor when we were growing up. She's good friends with my hyung.â 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.
âActually, 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.â 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.
âI'll see you around then. We have a two month break.â 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.
âI'll see you around, Jungkook-ah.â I say, holding onto my cart once again and watching him bow to me twice, being followed by his friend.
âSay hi to your parents from me, Noona.â 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.
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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, Iâm sorry, I donât 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 sisterâs 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. Heâs 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 Grandmaâs 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 donât 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. Iâd seen him scare dogs away over the years. This dog wasnât 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 didnât 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 hadnât 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. Heâd sleep in my bed, come into the bathroom with me while I brushed my teeth. Iâd 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 heâd follow me around all day, even following me down the street when Iâd 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 werenât responsible pet owners and did not get him neutered. He started wandering and fighting and fucking. He wasnât 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 weâd 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. Heâs 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 Katieâs 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 didnât 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 didnât take her to the vet. But after the fall she really didnât 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 didnât 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. Weâll never know.
I havenât 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 uncleâs step-kidsâ 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 couldnât 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.Â
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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 iâm not the one who make her happy, at least iâm giving you the chance to make her happy âcause 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 sheâs talkinâ . 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 wonât tell you and share it with you. Listen and remember. Tips. Jot it down so u wonât forget.
3. She really love spicy food, she really does love it, a lot. Her toungue is like damn thick and youâll 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 donât exist but thats her fav damn imaginary animal. And rabbit. She hate cats âcause she used to have bad history with cats before but sheâll act like sheâs not afriad much. If you live with her, buy a rabbit.
5. Always remember her fav flower, red daisy. But donât 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. Sheâll keep it and water the flower so it lived. Trust me.
6. Buy her cute stuff, anything cute sheâll love it. Espicially if thereâs a unicorn in it. Sheâs 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, sheâll hug and thank you and sheâll always brag about it âcause 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 youâre sleeping or not. She need you. She need assurance that youâll be there for her no matter what youâre doing.
8. Every date you go with her, hold her hand, take picture of her, take video of her. Learn to take nice picture âcause she need beautiful nice tumblrish picture for her insta feed. Learn to take picture and sheâll edit it by herself. Sheâs good at editing.
9. This is important. Never ever be late to meet her. She hate hate fucking hate waiting. She hate that youâre 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. Donât ever get mad at her. She may look tough but sheâs soft inside. Sheâs a real baby inside. Sheâs a glass inside. Donât ever raise your voice no matter how mad are you. sheâll never forget if u ever raise your voice. If youâre 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 sheâs hungry, get her damn food! She love pancake from boomtown. Buy her those pancake. Pancake oreo! She love that! Send it to her house âcause sheâs 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 . Sheâs 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 âcause she love to tell you story. Never cut her off! NEVER! Let her tell you stories âcause 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 donât ever get mad and jealous when sheâs being super friendly with them
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Title: My Fault Who: Claudia Daviau, Susana Daviau, Alex Reeves, Mentions of Jackson Kent Rating: R (I guess) For:Â 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 ITâS LONG.Â
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 âslutâ âwhoreâ âbitchâ and âworthlessâ 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, theyâll keep showing up until sheâs crying and in bed.
âYOUR FAULTâ
While those words flicker in Claudiaâs 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 wasnât 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.
âYOUR FAULTâ
Claudia was completely fine with the press siding with Jack at first. She thought that eventually that everyone would side with her. That theyâd 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 sheâd 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.
âYOUR FAULTâ
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 wonâât 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.
âYOUR FAULTâ
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 doesnât feel good and that sheâs been nauseous. He believes her, but he gives a look that makes her assume he knows something is up.
âYOUR FAULTâ
So she smiles and assures him that sheâs fine. He gives her that same look though, but replies with, âOkay,â 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.
âYou are stronger than you think. Everyone has a hidden strength within them that theyâve yet to show to the world. Find your strength and show everyone what youâre made of. Itâs what I did, and Iâm pretty sure everyone else can do it, Â too. Try,â 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'tât read it. Just stares at it until the words begin to blur on the screen. There arenât 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 doesnât look through the peephole to open it because sheâs not exactly here nor there and just wants to hurry up and open the door. So when she opens the door, sheâs 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 sheâs just going through the motions, so it doesnât really matter that her neighbor is here.
âHey, Claudia. The girls and I heard about what happened and we wanted to give you these. Bianca said you liked vanilla with strawberry, so thatâs exactly we made for you,â Ingris says, a polite smile on her face. Claudia doesnât want her to enter her home, but Ingris does anyways, and sits on her sofa.
Claudiaâs 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 heâs been campaigning, heâs much too tired to do anything once he gets home. So thereâs mess all around. And Ingris looks a bit surprised - and by the turn of her mouth, happy - about it.
âThank you for the cupcakes,â Claudia says quietly, taking them from Ingrisâs 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 doesnât want her to see that sheâs feeling awful. She knows that Ingris feeds off other peopleâs misery and then goes off to share it in the form of gossip. In her head, Claudia can already hear Ingrisâs high-pitched voice calling her a âpoor dearâ while telling her friends much her âlife was beginning to crumbleâ due to the little mess in her house. Because of that Claudia thinks itâs wise to find a way to get Ingris to leave. âThey look delicious. Iâve been really nauseated lately though, so I donât know how long Iâll be available to talk.â
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 doesnât like to be touched, and she especially doesnât like to be touched by people who have no good intentions and play head games. âIt might be good if I stayed a little while, I think. You look like you could use the company.â Ingris pats moves hand from Claudiaâs 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. âI donât like my moth- â she would start before her mother squeezed her hand and made her steal back her own words and correct herself, âI love my mother and I appreciate everything sheâs done for me. Sheâs so brave, and Iâd be lost without her.â Her motherâs hand would then loosen its grip, and she tap her hand with her other and smile at her.
As she sat with Ingrisâs 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.
âMY FAULTâ
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. Â âI donât 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 Iâm pregnant. So you can leave,â she tells Ingris, her voice a lot less soft than before and a little more stern.
âWhat if I donât want to?â Ingris counters, her tilting as her arms cross over to her chest.
âWell, Iâd like you to leave. Itâs my home.â 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 doesnât Ingris stands up and stomps out the door.
âYOUR FAULTâ
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. âYou know this is your fault. You were supposed to say what I told you say. Donât ever go off course.â Her mother voice echos in her head. âYour fault - remember that.â
She leans her head back against the edge of the couch, and then she sighs.
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Day 10
Itâs been ten days and sheâs already beginning to question why sheâs 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 doesnât 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.
âMom?â The sound of a heavy sigh could be heard from Claudiaâs 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. âMom?â
Thereâs another sigh, but this time someone speaks. âYes, itâs your mother - what do you want? I already said you could have your segment on the show. Do you want something else?â
There is silence as Claudiaâs eyes begin to water and her throat begins to dry and burn. She hadnât thought much into it, so she doesnât know what to say. Her chest just feels tight and the idea of hanging up crosses her mind but she doesnât do it. âN-no, I donât want anything else,â she starts before heavy sighing, her body already beginning to shake, âOr I do want something, but youâre probably not going to give it to me.â 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, sheâs going to break.
âYou sound upset,â Susana states, her voice calmer and less annoyed than earlier. âWhat do you want, my angel?â
The words âmy angelâ make her feel nauseous and are just enough to make the tears fall down her eyes. She didnât 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 doesnât care about hurting her mother. She cares more about herself. âI want you to tell me everything will be fine,â 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. âEverything is going to be fine, I promise.â
Claudia says nothing, just continues to cry.
âBut I canât continue this conversation at the moment. I have a meeting with my agent soon.âHer motherâs voice is quick, right to the point.
âYOUR FAULTâ
âOkayâ Claudia sniff, âBye.â 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
âYOUR FAULTâ
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 sheâs felt for the past two weeks. Sheâd like to continue to hold it in, to make everything seem alright, but she canât, so she begins crying at the kitchen table.
Alex looks a bit confused by her crying, but thereâs no surprise in her eyes, nor annoyance. He reaches his hand out and awkwardly puts it on her shoulder. Itâs something heâs done in the past that usually works, but makes her a bit nervous now, because now itâs so damn apparent he knows she is feeling bad. He doesnât ask her whatâs wrong though, or doesnât pry. Just rubs his thumb against her back.
âIs this all my fault?!â she asks frantically with her hands out. âI keep thinking about how the news was putting the blame on me and it makes me think itâs all my fault. That nothing wouldâve happened if it werenât for me - if I wouldâve just done something.â Sheâs still crying, and she wants to stop, but she canât. âI know it didnât mess up poll numbers, but I just - I just donât like when my name is ran through the mud. I donât like when things are blamed on me. I did nothing wrong.â
Alex quiet and he stops moving her hand. âI think you answered your own question.â His answer is simple and makes her sobbing quieter.
âWhat do you mean?â she asks.
He shrugs casually. âIâm not great at this, but you just said that you did nothing wrong, and Iâm just agreeing with you.â He doesnât 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.
âBut it feels like it.â
âItâs not.â
She sighs, rolls her eyes, and then begins to sob into her hands. Â
Itâs apparently not her fault, but itâs 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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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 ...Â
amusement lacing every word that followed, âso, basically, you have polyps in your sinuses and vigorous sex will break the blood vessels in your nasal cavity?â
This was possibly worse than when she innocently asked her mother, after hearing Bill talking to one of his friends, what 69âing was, âI should have left you in the car.â
âOh, no, dear. Then I would have nothing to share at the card party Thursday.â
âDonât make me make you walk home.â
Maggie moved her hand to Scullyâs arm, squeezing it tightly, âhoney, believe me when I say I am overjoyed to hear that the worse things you have are fatty growths and too much sex.â Moving on, she clicked her seatbelt, ânow, do you think we have time for milkshakes before you need to leave for the airport?â
Key in ignition, dignity thrown out the window, Scully grinned the grin of someone with fatty growths and too much sex, âplenty of time.â
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Mulder collapsed into guffawing giggles that left him gasping for air, âoh ⊠good ⊠God ⊠shit, I canât breathe ⊠I would have given almost anything to have seen that.â
She shoved his feet over to make room so she could sit on the already creaking bed, âit was an experience but who really cares as long as thatâs what it is. Iâll get the polyps taken care of when we get back and weâll just have to have less vessel-breaking sex in the future.â
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 âMeadowLodge Suits: Drive up, sleep in, get outâ if they didnât quiet down. Yawning while she waited for him to calm, âby the way, I like that you didnât even attempt to get two rooms, then lie about sharing.â
âSkinner isnât an idiot. Heâll keep it quiet though and Dennis down in billing has been asking about us for years so heâll shut up as well. Why waste money when we donât have to?â
âThen why didnât we stay at a better hotel with all this money weâre going to save?â
Mulder looked around the aesthetically unappealing mustard yellow dĂ©cor, âwhat? You donât like this?â
Moving to pull on pajamas, âjust once, youâre going to let me book the hotel.â Once dressed, Mulder watching intently the whole 30 second process, she returned to the bed, âgive me the five minute rundown, please.â
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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 didnât 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, âwhat? 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.â
âYouâre special, Mulder, you know that?â
Ringing his arm around her neck, he smiled as he kissed her temple, âjust âcause Iâve got you.â
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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 Mulderâs apartment, he dropped their bags to the ground and turned to her, âitâs Thursday, Scully.â
âIt is Thursday.â
âYou know what Thursday is.â
âThe day after Wednesday, last I checked.â
He could give her the Look like nobodyâs business and she loved it, âI need some Punch.â
Shaking her head, she moved towards the bathroom, âcall Mom and see when the festivities are happening.â
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 Maggieâs, 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, âhow are the ankles?â
Looking at her daughter, âit feels strange and Iâm nervous without the boots but the end is in sight and thatâs something.â
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 theyâve grown since they last saw them. Scully hugged her, âMulder needs punch.â
With a grin, âwe already have two glasses ready and places for you at the table.â
Mulder studied the seating arrangement, âwhy are we not next to each other?â
Janet, piping in as she shuffled Roswell cards courtesy of Mulderâs kitschy souvenir binge on vacation, âbecause, from what I recall, the punch makes her floppy and we need someone who can handle their liquor to catch her.â Pointing the deck at him, âthat, my friend, is not you.â
He really couldnât 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, couldnât see them. When that round had finished, she turned to him, âFox, would you like some more pie?â
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 Maggieâs direction, âshe makes the best pies.â
Maggie caught the fork before it went in her eye, returning it and the attached hand to the table, âJanet made this one.â
âThen Janet makes the best pies, too.â Another bite later, âScully doesnât like pie. I donât understand. I mean, she keeps trying pies but she just doesnât like them. Iâve 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 Iâve wasted on that woman is astounding. Peanut butter pie and blueberry pie and every time, she just takes a bite and looks like sheâs gonna die and then slides it over to me to finish.â Turning towards Maggie again with the fork, âwhat 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 doesnât like pie?â 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, Scullyâs prone head and the air in general, âI love pie. Any kind of pie. My sister Sam used to make pretend pie and she always knew Iâd eat it âcause she called it pie. Sheâd serve it up in her tea set, make me sit in that damn little chair and scoop up forkfuls of fake pie. At least sheâd 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 âcause she said sheâd accidently burned it and it tasted funny.â Taking a deeper swig of his Punch, âshe 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 sheâd 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 sheâd 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 sheâd always have something Iâd like to eat.â
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 didnât notice any of it, fork feeding himself another mouthful, âI think she would have been a good cook. She loved reading cookbooks. Sheâd 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, sheâs not too bad.â
No one corrected his present tense usage for his long-gone sibling but Ellie quietly scooted his cup away as he continued, âI think that when Scully and I have a kid, Iâll 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.â Aiming for the third time at an astonished Maggie, âyouâll have to teach her how to make meatloaf and pie and lasagna but,â swinging the fork around to Betty, âyou 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.â
Looking around at the women, he grinned a blue-tooth smile, âwhy are we not playing? Did I win?â Glancing from the fork in his hand to the near empty plate in front of him, âI like pie.â
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, âI should get Scully home to bed.â
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, âhow should we get them somewhere to sleep for the night?â
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 theyâd ever seen. Maggie held still on her crutches, âDana?â
Scully sniffed hard, swiping her cheeks but not answering until Maggie asked when sheâd woken up, if everything was okay, to which she finally responded, âI woke up when you asked him if he wanted pie.â
The ladies had a concrete-enough, vague notion of Scullyâs 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 motherâs friends with her insanity. Once the front door shut and Maggie returned to her, Scully waited for the inevitable, âwhatâs wrongâ but instead received a gently hand to her back and a quiet, âdid you know he wanted to have a daughter with you?â
#msr#samantha#the truth behind the punch#diatribes about pie#xfiles fanfic#xf fanfic#My writing#Life part 2 series
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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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