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still obsessed with how alhaitham went to half a day of school as a child before begging his grandmother to homeschool him.
#this is my favorite alhaitham fact#his grandmother also wanted to start him in school early so he was probably only like five or six if we assume sumeru has kindergarten#the breaked for lunch and he just left school and went to his grandmother and was like#''you can’t make me go back there''#and she was like ?? ok#and so she homeschooled him#and he didn’t go back to proper school until she died#alhaitham#lore#mine💫#this is especially funny that one of his idle lines is ''book learning alone is not enough to constitute intelligence''#my man you literally only read books for the first half of your life#genshin impact
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💕🍲Fontaine unlocks his inner Ramsey 🍲💕
Hear me out.
He would be a big fan of Good Eats.
Expect being taken on his tasty adventures. Different parts of The Glen that holds culinary wonders you never knew about.
He was so flustered when you brought matching aprons.
Fontaine would definitely be a glass Tupperware type and you better bring his shit back.
He's being mentored by Ms. Jeanine and takes it very seriously, "Ain't no one got crust like hers. Not yet, at least...."
He's the "stand there and watch the face closely" type, so he'd be the last one standing at dinner. He'll sit when cheeks are full and the sounds of forks scraping is in the air.
Surprisingly, he remembers his his grandmother having him on her hip over looking a pot of fragrant stew. Fontaine isnt sure if it's a dream, but he's been on a mission to recreate it for you.
You buy him any and every dish set he lingers on when you're out. Even if you have to find it thrifted, it's worth the sparkle in his eye when he's trying to decide what meal would look best in it.
It starts when you're sick and you can't keep anything down. He wasn't showing it, but he was starting to panic. How long could you go without eating?
"It'll be okay, I'm like this sometimes" You'd rasp, still smiling after the thunderous dry-heaving you just survived. You only asked for water and crackers if you could stomach them.
He wasn't having it.
The soup he makes is not the greatest but you kept it down and was finally able to get some sleep.
It opened the flood gates. Specifically a lot of internet searches and hours spent on YouTube.
Fontaine takes to sautéing like a duckling to water. He found the measuring more than easy--ounces, quarts and all that. He found recipes online with pictures and names that intrigued him.
Lucky for him your kitchen was a wonderland of gifted, unused utensils and appliances that flourished his new hobby.
It also helped that he had a very enthusiastic taste tester in you. Willing to try anything at least twice and to bring the best batches to share at work.
He begins packing your lunch with hearty sandwiches and chopped fruit. The fragrance of his first ever lasagna was the envy of the lunchroom, you quickly becoming the Queen of Aromas and you made sure to tell Fontaine every compliment tossed around over your lunch.
Fontaine brought you a more than generous amount of pinwheel sandwiches when you worked a double. They were delicious but the fond look on his face as he watched you rant and eat was even better.
The best part was knowing that Fontaine had something waiting for you to try. He often stood at the mouth of the kitchen to escort you in, towel over his shoulder and hands damp from being washed.
Even if he could school his features into being nonchalant, he couldn't hide the eagerness in his shifting or the twitchy fingers--just ready to feed you something.
........
"Don't mind the mess, c'mon and sit with me."
You were still standing at the mouth of the kitchen, taking in the delicious cluster of food cramped into island. Fontaine looked as if flour went nuclear on him and the background was a disaster but he had that near-shy look in his eyes when he really wanted to be excited about something.
The ache in your back left you and the annoyance lingering in your chest disappeared. You couldn't remember the last time someone had a meal waiting for you when you got home.
Your eyes stung but your mouth watered as you neared the island. Fontaine was oddly reserved to you earlier in the day when he called you on break, but now you see what he's been up to!
Your lanyard and purse went sailing into the living room, quickly followed by your shoes. When you rushed back into the kitchen, Fontaine caught you around the waist to steal a few kisses. You indulged until your stomach rumbled, then you squirmed away and neared the spread.
"Fontaine, this all looks so good! What's that?"
He came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, "Ever had a Roulade, baby?"
The feel of his lips at your ear made you giggle and cuddle into his hold, "I have not, but how lucky is it that you make me wanna be adventurous."
He pointed and went clockwise, "We got Potato Gratin Stacks as an appetizer, the Nana's Italian Roulade I picked 'cause it has noodles. You like noodles."
Your heart sighed and you could only confirm, "I do like a good noodle."
Fontaine nodded and moved away to the fridge. He carefully brought out a nicely sized flat pan and peeled back the foil. You gasped and hovered as he sat the with the other dishes.
"They were supposed to be smaller," Fontaine scrunched his brows in distasted, "I made 'em bigger. Strawberry Cheese Cake Bars. Wha' the fuck a bite is gonna do? 'Specially for dessert."
"Okay then, I see you Mr. Michelin!
He grinned and grabbed one of the plates waiting off to the side.
Fontaine turned to find you watching him, eyes shining. Wordlessly, he opened his arms and you happily skipped into his embrace.
"What's the matter, baby?"
"I'm good. Just a bit surprised, but very happy."
Fontaine nodded and hesitated a bit before asking, "You think I did too much?"
You kissed him. Touching his face and tasting spice on his tongue, you pulled away to press your nose against his. Fontaine's hands came to your waist, thumbs rubbing soothingly.
"What you did is make me hungry as hell," You pulled away enough to meet his besotted gaze, "Them potato stacks are a good start."
Fontaine pecked your lips once more before he passed you a plate.
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ending notes: something small to free up space in the brain, lol! thank you for reading!!! Tell me whatcha think!
taglist: this is an older one that I just wanna reblog, so I removed the tags. I appreciate those who read already and those who are just coming in! 🥰
#fontaine x black reader#fontaine x reader#fontaine#they cloned tyrone#writing#fontaine x blackfemreader#fontaine fluff#fontaine fic
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Chapter 15: Season 2 finale
(Authors note: not sure where to go from here long term but i have ideas for a few chapters)
The next morning, Rogue wakes up to a bright light. He opens his eyes and sighs with relief, it was just the sunlight reflecting off Sting’s teeth. He was grinning brightly, looking down at Rogue. Disappointingly to Rogue, Sting had woken up early and put all his clothes back on it seemed.
“Hey buddy, it’s time to get up now… snows all gone…” he says, giggling to himself, like he had been scheming. Rogue, on the other hand, was blushing and embarrassed, Sting’s laughter was beautiful, like a choir of heavenly dragons had descended from heaven, singing praise for all of Rogue’s efforts. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, Sting still giggling away next to him.
“Yaaay” Rogue managed to muster through his tiredness. He got up from the bed and headed to his dragon shaped mirror, Sting followed behind, giving him finger guns. “Looking good man…” he said, still giggling. Rogue looked in the mirror and what he saw was shocking. He was wearing his cat ears… he hadn’t been wearing them when he went to bed… “D- did you?” he choked
“Haha yeah! I put them on you while you were asleep. You looked like a silly cute kitty cat, if I heard correctly I think you might have purred a bit too…” Sting said with a huge grin on his face, like one that Doug might make, like pet like owner.
Rogue’s mind went into overdrive as he heard Sting’s words. What did this mean? Did this mean that Sting officially thought that Rogue looked cute?!? Were his previous thoughts of Sting correct in Sting wanting to give him a collar and leash while he strutted around the school with his cat ears on? How could Rogue respond to this? Obviously he would accept if Sting offered, but what would Rogue say now? He just barely managed to say “M- meow?” without falling unconscious, causing Sting to laugh loudly.
“Aw man, your hilarious sometimes Rogue.” Sting said, before heading to the bathroom. Rogue simply stared as he walked out of the bedroom. His thoughts were interrupted by his flipfiorne ringing . he managed to answer It quickly, it was a call from lucy. “Rogue! Get to the hospital immediately, the old woman’s in the middle of kicking the bucket, be quick!”
“So… gran… this is Rogue Cheney, my lovely boyfriend. He likes boy- I mean dragons! Yes, he very much likes dragons.” Lucy tells her grandmother, holding Rogue’s hand tightly in hopes of appearing more romantic.
“That’s nice dear, I’m glad I could truly see you in love before I finally pass on. I-“
Rogue suddenly got a phone call. He took out his phone casually. It was his dad, his grandmother was dying too! Rogue whispered in Lucy’s ear, “we need to wrap this up my gran’s dying too y’know.” He said. Mid conversation the two of them left lucy’s grandmother on the deathbed and walked down the corridor to Rogue’s dying grandmother.
““So… gran… this is Lucy heartfillingstation, my lovely girlfriend. She likes snakes- I mean snakes and ladders! Yes, he very much likes snakes and ladders.” Rogue’s grandmother hated snakes. He held tightly to Lucy’s hand as they had rehearsed.
“That’s nice dear, I’m glad I could truly see you in love before I finally pass on. I-“
She then died mid sentence. The two of them headed out of the hospital, standing outside. They both let out a sigh of relief. Lucy spoke first, “You did good in there, I think she really believed us.”
“You too, just glad it’s all over now. Acting like your boyfriend in front of your grandmother was probably the most eventful thing to happen today.”
“Same here. Break up?”
“Break up.”
The two let go of eachothers hands and broke up with eachother, ending this frankly bizarre saga.
The next day during lunch, Rogue was at Saber Tooth club, everyone was chatting like normal when Yukino asked him, “So how are things between you and Lucy? Me and my boyfriend are doing wonderfully, you guys should really make sure your star signs are compatible, otherwise it’s doomed to failure.”
Rogue nodded, blushing slightly before admitting, “We aren’t really together anymore…” Everyone around them gasped, before Rogue tried to assure them “G- guys! It’s alright, we were…” he gulps, “We were faking being in a relationship for some dying relatives…” They all gasped louder. Sting looked most shocked of all, Sorano was the least shocked, but she wasn’t really paying attention. She looked like a mess lately, her hair seemed to be in a permanent bad hair day state, her outfits seemed to grow more and more grey in colour and she had bags under her eyes constantly. As well as that, any time someone other than yukino spoke to her, she seemed to clench her teeth, like she was one bad moment away from killing everyone.
Yukino grinned, “That’s such a Sagittarius thing to do…”
Everyone else nodded in agreement, such wise words from Yukino. Sting then his arm on Sorano’s shoulder, “Sorano, I think we should break up. I just feel like we’re never communicating that much and it barely even feels like we’re in a relationship. Hope-“
That did it, Sorano pulled away and shot to her feet, “STING EUCLIFFE I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU! EVER SINCE THE RELATIONSHIP STARTED, NOTHING GOOD HAS CAME OF IT! EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU MEET ME IN SCHOOL IT’S BEEN TO DRAG ME AROUND AND KISS ME IN FRONT OF PEOPLE YOU’RE JEALOUS OF! I WAS FINE WITH IT AT FIRST, BUT IT BEGAN DRIVING ME CRAZY WHEN YOU GAVE ME EMERGENCY CALLS JUST TO KISS ME IN FRONT OF SOME KID WITH A TRIPLE SCOOP VANILLA ICE CREAM!!” she was practically screaming at this point, “I’VE SENT YOU DOZENS OF MESSAGES OVER THE PAST FEW DAYS TRYING TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOU AND THE ONLY RESPONSE I’VE RECEIVED IS “K, love u, bye”. THAT DOESN’T EVEN RELATE TO WHAT I ASKED HALF THE TIME. AND ANOTHER THING. YOU DON’T BREAK UP WITH ME! I BREAK UP WITH YOU!” she points her finger to Sting, “YOU HAVE MADE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL, DO YOU HEAR ME?!”
Yukino whispers to Rogue, “I knew this would happen, Sting’s a cancer and Sorano’s an aquarius, completely incompatible”.
Sorano suddenly picked up the plastic chair she was sat on throughout the meeting and launched it at Sting. Thankfully Doug was there and caught It with one paw. She then stormed out of the classroom screaming incoherent nonsense. Yukino then stood up, “You should really apologise to her Sting.”
“What did I do?” Sting asked, not really paying much attention to what happened
“Ugh, she’s right about you.” Yukino responded, “I need to rant to my boyfriend about this.” She said before storming out of the classroom too, leaving just Minerva, Rogue and Sting there.
“Well that just happened…” Rogue said iconically.
“I have a bad feeling about this” Sting responded (cue the laugh track).
“I really can’t be bothered with this club anymore, it’s bumming me out” Minerva said, heading out of the classroom with a can of beer in one hand and doug in the other.
“I guess the guild really has broken up…” Sting said with a frown, “We need to fix this somehow…”
Rogue simply nodded, while admiring how cute sting looked while sad.
#fairy tail#rogue cheney#sting eucliffe#fresh#yukino aguria#sorano agria#minerva orland#lucy heartfilia#doug#dramatic#oh my#shock#intrigue#tags
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Part III of guilty conscience…
Hope you all enjoy.
THIS IS COLES P.O.V
I have written one for Jackie also.
When Cole decided that he was going to leave Colorado and head to New York in hopes of winning the girl he loves over, he didn’t plan in advance. Alex was leaving for camp the next day. He needed an alibi, so that his mom wouldn’t try and stop him.
Cole came up with a plan to tell his parents that he was going camping for a couple of nights with his old football friends to relive some happy football memories now that he was in a good place emotionally, after finally convincing them. He went to school to see Mr C.
Cole made up an excuse as to why he wouldn’t be in school for a few days he said that his grandmother was extremely ill and he wanted to go and visit her but if he could take some of the work with him to complete while he was gone. Mr C sympathetically agreed. Cole knew that once he headed for New York and he finally saw Jackie that she would make it her mission to make him return to complete summer school.
After sorting out everything other than transportation, he used his saved up money from working at Tony’s and bought a plane ticket from Colorado to New York. He was just waiting for the morning to come around.
As the morning quickly rolled around. He opened his bedroom door to find Alex stood there. Tension and awkwardness was in the air. “Hey, you almost ready for camp?”. Cole said in a hushed voice. “Like you care Cole, you’ve ruined my life once again, have you finished? Or is my girlfriend gonna suddenly come back and tell me she’s pregnant with your kid?!” He said sharply and sarcastically. “Alex, come on!” Cole shouts but he’s cut off mid sentence. “You drove her away, I haven’t even spoken to her!, I hope your happy with yourself”. Alex then walks Down the stairs on his way out the house.
So many emotions go through Cole’s head. Guilt, anger, confusion and love. He packs his bag. Says goodbye to his parents and the rest of the family. Gets in his truck and heads to the airport. Once the plane had landed at JFK he grabs his luggage picks out his phone and calls Danny. “Hey Bro, how’s New York?”. He says with a smile on his face. “It’s good, it’s all new to me but I think you would like it too!”. He says happily. Cole sighs “actually I’m in New York, I’ve just got off the plane, Don’t tell Jackie please! I want to surprise her, but I don’t know where I’m going or even where to find her?”.
Danny is left torn, on one hand he knows that deep down Jackie has always had this connection with Cole. The other part of him knows that Alex wouldn’t be happy with him.
He huffs and then answers “she’s at her internship downtown, I’ll text you the address, she should be on her lunch break shortly”. Cole smiles and has this feeling of hope bubbling inside. “Thanks bro, I’ll see you soon”.
As the ping came through of the address. Cole mapped it on his phone. 23 minute walk from the airport. He started walking after almost getting there his injured leg started hurting. He pushed through the pain. Then he saw her through the window, all the pain subsided. She had her hair down straightened, make up on point, stunning green professional dress. My god he wanted her.
She looks up from the table where she’s sat and see’s this blonde haired farmer looking man through the window. At first she thinks she’s going crazy then he enters and she knows she’s not. He walks toward her slowly, keeping eye contact at all times. “Hey New York”. He says with that stupid grin on his face, the one that is so addictive to her.
She stands up looks around making sure there is no one in site. Walks toward him grabs his face and brings it to hers. As the kiss grows deeper the strap of his bag falls from his shoulder and hits the floor with a thud. They both stop startled and eyes fixed on each other. He smiles “Jackie, you are going to be the death of me, you know that?”.
LET ME KNOW IF YOU ENJOY THIS! This is just the start ready for the smut and angst to come! Once again I am not much of a writer but please let me know if you would like more parts! I’ve just finished the Jackie POV :) love to you all! Xx
#cole walter#Spotify#SoundCloud#cole and jackie#jackie howard#my life with the walter boys#cole x jackie#mlwtwb#noah lalonde
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am i dead or alive? (it's such a fine line)
title: am i dead or alive? (it's such a fine line)
words: 2,755
summary: Danny wakes up screaming from a nightmare - a memory he thought he'd long gotten over. When his dad comes running him to check on him, old fears and doubts resurface, and Danny decides that, since he's already told his parents about Phantom, maybe it's time to stop hiding other things, too.
Warnings: None
AU: None/Danny has already told his parents he's Phantom before the story starts
Beta by: @probably-dead
AO3
“Oh dear! What a mess! Are you okay?” She asked, sounding and looking every bit like a concerned grandmother as Danny rolled his shoulder, feeling an ache that his adrenaline fueled mind acknowledged as being a broken left arm.
“Yeah, I think so,” he found himself saying, oddly outside of himself and refusing to truly realize he’d just gotten majorly injured in a ghost fight.
Suddenly the Lunch Lady’s face broke into a snarl, anger and hatred radiating off of her. “Tough! Because you being okay is not part of my balanced diet of doom!”
And then the fight was back on, five minions made of meat surrounding him as they all launched into the air. The pain fell away as he went on the offensive, cleanly slicing through all five of them. Some part of him, some human part, kept telling him how wrong everything was, how he should feel his heart slamming against his chest in fear, should hear the rush of blood in his ears as adrenaline forced all of his senses into overdrive.
But Danny sensed none of that and the internal silence of his stopped heart was now nearly deafening.
The five blobs reformed rapidly. Danny took in a deep breath that he refused to accept he didn’t need as he firmly planted his feet into the ground, dropping into a fighting stance.
Warmth exploded around his body as his heart resumed, straining and panicking within his chest, as he lost his ghost form. Nausea stirred in his stomach as disorientation tried to force him to his knees, his senses roughly shifted from ghost to human and simultaneously overwhelming and underwhelming him.
Then the slimy, greasy beings wrapped themselves around him, lifting him into the air as he tried to fight them. In a matter of seconds, he was being held upside down, hundreds of feet in the air and he was forced to stop struggling - he’d die if he fell from this height.
He was already dead.
Then the hands holding him let go and he was freefalling, screaming as the ground rapidly approached. “Change back!” He pleaded aloud to whatever god would listen to a thing like him, whatever god had already abandoned him when he walked into that portal.
But the ground just grew closer, the little ball of cold in his chest unresponsive, drained of energy. He saw the meat ghost’s smile, twisted into a sadistic grin of victory.
And then the ground was right there, it was right on front of him, his face centimeters away and -
Danny screamed, bolting upright in his bed as sweat rolled down his body. He felt warm tears forming in his eyes, breaking free to slide down his cheeks. He shuddered slightly, pulling his legs to his chest and dropping his head onto his knees as he tried to slow his breathing. He’d thought he was done with that particular nightmare!
“Danny?” His father demanded, slamming open the door to his bedroom and causing Danny to flinch. “What’s wrong? Is it a ghost?”
A lie immediately came to Danny’s tongue but he bit it down. He’d told his parents the truth last month, but the reaction to lie was still the first he had whenever they mentioned ghosts.
Danny lifted his head up, studying his father for a moment. Mom and Jazz weren’t home tonight, on the way to Jazz’s new college - the semester was starting soon and it was time for move in. That had actually been the catalyst for Danny confessing - it was time for Jazz to go to school and she was refusing to leave until she knew Danny told them and was safe here. It’d been a low move - holding her own education over his head - but it had been effective. Danny had enough shame in his life, he wouldn’t keep his sister from going to school.
“Kinda,” he finally admitted, “but there aren’t any here right now.”
Jack crossed the space to Danny’s bed in a few quick paces, sitting down on the foot of the bed. Again, Danny flinched at his father’s rapid approach, a spike of panic up his spine. Jack apparently didn’t miss the reaction, looking at Danny in regret, even as he scooted a little further away to give Danny more space.
“Talk to me, Danny,” Jack asked, almost pleading.
Danny wrapped his arms around his legs, pulling them tighter against him.
His parents had taken the news… not well, but their horrified reactions had been about themselves, not him, like he knew they would be - like he’d seen during Controlfreak’s stunt with the Reality Gauntlet. But they hadn’t really talked - his parents too afraid of pushing Danny away, and Danny still just afraid of them.
“I had a nightmare,” he eventually said.
“What about, son?”
He hesitated. Was this really where he wanted to finally start this conversation? A fight he’d nearly lost and the doubt and pain he’d endured in silence after? Things he’d never even told Sam and Tucker? He glanced at the clock - it was nearly three in the morning. He looked again at his father, the worry and concern in his eyes, in every line of his body.
Yeah. It was time to talk. It was time to let his parents - or at least one of them - in the rest of the way, to all the things his secret contained below the surface.
“The first real ghost fight I had. It… it didn’t go well.”
Jack's face morphed into shock, Danny had been tight lipped about everything he’d done, but it settled back into worry. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Danny took a deep breath. “Are you ready to hear it? It isn’t… it isn’t good, Dad. Some of it… it might upset you. It involves you.”
His father bit his lip but nodded. It was an open secret they refused to acknowledge - the fact that Danny’s own parents had fueled his fears and his nightmares.
“Her name was the Lunch Lady,” Danny started, setting his chin on his knees. “It was a month after I got my powers. I couldn’t even do an ectoblast yet, had never seen one before. Flight, invisibility, intangibility - that was all I knew how to do. It was all I’d ever seen from the other ghosts I’d faced - wimpy, low level ones, none even humanoid. She was… she was trying to kill Sam because Sam had caused the school to change the menu. She was the strongest ghost I’d ever come across at that point - the only human one, the only one who could talk to me. When we first saw her, she just looked like a lost grandmother and I…” Danny paused to take a deep breath.
“Anyway, she was wicked strong. I… I nearly died again.” Danny ignored the way his father seemed to recoil at that sentence. “She’s about as strong as the Box Ghost. They’re actually married and have a kid now. But that’s how weak I was back then. I was exhausted. I was in the middle of a fight with her and was too tired to keep up being Phantom - it took a lot of energy back then - so I morphed back to human. And back then, my human side and my ghost side didn’t mix as well, I didn’t have my strength.”
“Can I come closer?” Jack asked abruptly.
Trust him, his mind decided and he scooted over to the side of the bed, patting the open spot beside him. Relief flooded his father’s face and he moved so he was sitting behind Danny.
Danny leaned against his father’s side instinctively, comfortable. He wrapped an arm around Danny’s shoulders and tension faded from Danny.
“I was human when she had her minions grab me,” Danny continued. “They grabbed me and flew me up and I was helpless. That’s what the nightmare was about. It was the first time I came close to losing a fight. What happened after that was you tossing the Thermos and it slapping me in the face and then the minions let go of me. I managed to get back to Phantom in time and the Thermos made quick work of all of them, but… the nightmare plays out a little differently.”
“Did you know I’m scared of flying on planes?” Jack asked.
“Huh?” Danny responded, pulled out of the memory that had started to constrict him again.
“I was flying on one when I was around ten, on vacation, when we hit some really bad turbulence halfway through the flight,” he explained. “At the time, I didn’t know that was normal. We were fine, of course, but for years afterwards, I had nightmares about the plane crashing, even though it wasn’t what happened. It’s one reason I built the Fenton Jet - I trust my own inventions more. But nightmares don’t care about reality, do they?”
Danny smiled slightly. He sometimes forgot his father was an intelligent man, just hidden under a lot of layers of fudge and goofiness. “No, they don’t. In the dream they take me higher, I fall further, and I can’t transform back.”
“And you still chose to help, even when the ghosts got stronger?”
Danny nodded. “I had the ability to, I could keep up with them better, and…” he trailed off, unsure about proceeding. The nightmare, the memory, was only half of it.
“And?” Jack prompted.
“And… I was afraid.”
“You helped because you were afraid?”
Suddenly feeling suffocated, Danny slid out from under his father’s arms, getting off the bed and beginning to pace. He could feel Jack’s eyes following him as he did so. “You and mom always said ghosts were evil, they couldn’t feel, they couldn’t remember or understand humanity. Until Lunch Lady, I could convince myself you two were wrong. The ones before her - they didn’t count, they were just wild animals. But she… she wanted to kill Sam for something so simple. I didn’t understand Obsessions at the time, I didn’t know that what she was going through made her feel like her core was cracking in two. As far as I could tell, she was just pure evil for the sake of being evil.”
He couldn’t help it as he began to cry, as the feelings he’d smothered back then reared up their ugly heads, fears about himself he’d come to terms with but which still frightened him sometimes. “If you were right, when would I lose myself? When would I become evil, hurt people because hurting them was fun? I’d half died, but was Danny, was my humanity, going to die more?” Tears made his vision blur and he stopped pacing, pressing his back against the wall and sliding to the floor. “I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to hurt people. But I was so afraid that I was only delaying the inevitable. That I was going to lose my mind and eventually someone would do something so, so minor and I’d decide killing was the right option.”
“Danny…” he said, sounding more lost than Danny had ever heard.
“So I kept fighting. Hoped whatever evil my ghost had given me could be distracted by the violence, would let me channel the desire to kill - that I knew would eventually consume me - into only hurting ghosts.” Danny looked up, making eye contact with his father and saw he was crying too. “I learned every weakness I could. I made lists. Anything and everything someone would need to kill a ghost. I kept notes… and I printed them out for you two to find if I ever went rogue. The secrets to killing me, left somewhere you would find if Fenton ever went missing, with the implication I thought Phantom might hurt me.”
Jack paled and his eyes went wide. “You set it up so we’d think Phantom hurt our son. And then left the information we’d need… to kill you - Phantom you - for killing Fenton you?”
Danny forced himself to nod. “All without ever knowing it was me to begin with.”
“Son…” Jack said, standing and moving over to Danny, squatting in front of him. “I am so sorry.”
Danny shrugged. “I eventually met good ghosts. That’s when I began trying to make it obvious to you that I was good, that I wasn’t bad. I know now there are more good ghosts than bad, but I didn’t know that back then.”
“And now you trust yourself to know you’d never do anything bad? That you have control over what you do?”
“I believe I have control over what I do.” Danny half-answered, glancing at his bedside table.
Jack followed his gaze, apparently realizing what Danny was purposefully not saying, even though he hadn’t been told about Dan yet. He straightened up and crossed the distance to the table while Danny watched silently. Fear crept into Danny’s soul, wondering if he’d misjudged his father as he pulled out a folder from the drawer.
The folder with the secrets of how to end him and any other ghost, how to shatter and destroy a core, specifically cores of ice - information he hadn’t learned until long after the Lunch Lady incident.
He flipped the folder open, shuffling through the pages, panic evident in his eyes as he looked through all the different ways Danny had figured out his parents could kill him, and the instructions he’d left on how to do so.
Information he’d left access to even after telling them the truth with the hope they’d be able to get rid of him if he snapped.
Quicker than Danny realized his father could move, he was kneeling beside him, shoving the folder into Danny’s lap. “Burn these. Now.”
“What?” Danny asked, surprised.
“You are my son, Danny. You are good, always have been and always will be. I will not let you think any differently and I will not tolerate you making notes on how to commit suicide.”
“Dad! It’s not suicide!”
“Are these notes not about different ways to make you dead?”
“It’s… it’s different…” Danny protested but Jack was already shaking his head and Danny knew he’d already lost this argument.
“Daniel Jackson Fenton, you are going to listen to me and you are going to do what I say. You are going to morph into Danny Phantom - my son - and you are going to burn these to ash, now. Do you understand me?”
Danny looked at the folder in his lap and triggered his transformation. Despite the fact he hadn’t shown his parents the morph many times, his father didn’t flinch at all at the bright flash. He stood, still not tearing his eyes away from the folder. “Are you sure?” He asked. “We can’t guarantee I won’t -“
“I know about Dan,” Jack cut him off. “Jazz told us. She said she’d never tell us any of your other secrets, those were up to you, but she knew how much Dan scared you and wanted us to know.”
“What?” Danny squeaked. He cleared his throat. “Then you know why this may be needed!”
“Danny, I promise, you will never become that. Jazz said Dan was a fusion of you and an evil ghost. Just because he kept your name and face, doesn’t make him you! You are good, okay? Besides,” he said, gently placing his hands onto Danny’s shoulders and lowering himself to be eye level, his blue eyes boring into Danny’s electric green ones. “Don’t ask me to kill you, Danny. Please… don’t ask me to kill you,” he pleaded, his voice breaking as he began to cry too.
Danny’s heart broke at his father's sobs and he knew he couldn’t deny him. “Okay,” Danny said, stepping away and setting the papers on fire with ecto energy. He watched as months and years of work disintegrated into ash. Worry and doubt were parasites gnawing his stomach - what if Dan’s evil wasn’t all Vlad? What if Danny himself had that evil within him? - but as his father pulled him into a tight, bone crushing hug, he did his best to let those fears wisp away, too.
He’d start work on another, different kind of list another time - one specialized to restraining him, reducing his powers - because he didn’t think he would ever be fully able to trust himself and he needed the people he loved to be able to fight him back.
For now, though, he was content to just hug his dad as the both of them cried.
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A Brass & Green Forgotten Memory: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic
By JJ
Summary: A memory about four kids, and a brass and emerald octagon.
Aaron and Nicky made their way out of school.
It was 3:59, and they recently got out of detention. They put a balloon in the school's turkey lunch, making it explode all over the place. While they laughed their asses off, other students found it disgusting.
They got detention and as well as their parents got a call home. But they didn't care, they knew they'd see each other again.
Like usual, Nicky's parents didn't seem to be home. Instead, he was greeted by the displeased face of his grandmother.
"Go to your room, young man. We'll talk more when your parents get home. I don't want to see you until they've pulled up in the driveway, and in the meantime, you're grounded.", she said flatly. Nicky didn't even spare her a second glance as he trodded upstairs to his room.
He walked in his room, flung his backpack to the corner of his room, and flopped down on his bed.
He thought about how during his friendship with Aaron, he stopped caring about what other people think. He stopped being such a basket case, and started going out more, he even started sneaking around whenever his parents weren't around, and started being more disobedient to his grandmother.
That last thought made him sad. He'd never found the courage to even get close to breaking Bubba's rules, and it made him feel a little guilty, because he'd been going against the woman who had taken care of him whenever his parents weren't around.
But then his mind went to all of the times where she left him alone in such dark and scary places. The grocery store, the woods, and traumatizing him as a small child. Why does he care so much about the person who's literally the reason why he was so standoffish in the first place?
A loud bang on his window startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked out the window to see who it was.
Aaron, Mya, and Lucy.
He was happy to see them.
Nicky opened the window, and waved down at his friends.
"Hi, Nicky!", said Lucy. "We were about to go to the woods to work on a new project. Do you want to come?"
Nicky looked down at his feet, trying to make this come out easy. "Sorry, guys. I can't. Bubba says I'm grounded and can't leave my room until my parents get home, which probably won't be until like 3:00 tomorrow."
"Damn, that sucks.", said Aaron. "But who cares? I peeked through the window, and that old hag is sleeping like a log. Old people tend to sleep for decades, so I'm sure you've got a couple hours."
Nicky thought about it for a minute, then without another thought, he climbed out his window, hopped onto the trellis, and landed on his feet.
"Let's go."
Just like every other time Nicky's been here, it was darker in the woods, despite it only being 4:15. Luckily, no crows were hanging around the trees, so he didn't have to worry about any beaks pecking at him or any annoying caws.
They found a tree, sat down under it, and started discussing their new project. Lucy said she wanted to build a fairy trap.
Despite people saying to her that fairies weren't real, Lucy wasn't the type of person to give up on anything. That's what Nicky liked most about her.
"We can fill it with juice boxes and graham crackers, I heard fairies love those things.", she said.
She was also so adorable, Nicky liked that about her too. She was so adorable and lively, it made her look even more like a 7 year old.
Just then, Nicky saw something behind Mya. It was a tall figure, cloaked and had a beak sticking out of the hood. "Ummm..., guys? Whenever you come into the woods, do you see anything unusual?", he asked.
"Sometimes. Why?", said Mya.
Nicky pointed behind her, and everyone turned their heads to see the figure.
At first, they were a little scared, but then they started to laugh. Well, everyone except Nicky.
Aaron managed to compose himself. "Nicky, don't worry. I have a way with people like this.", he whispered to his friend. Then he called out to the figure, "Hey you! Halloween was a year ago, weirdo!"
The figure didn't say anything, it was just standing still and quiet, like a statue.
"Excuse me, whoever you are. But are you lost?", asked Mya. The figure still didn't answer.
Lucy whispered to Nicky, "Do you think it's a ghost?", she asked. Nicky felt a chill run down his spine.
"N-No. I don't think so. I wouldn't know, I don't believe in ghosts."
But that was a total lie. Nicky did believe in ghosts, any supernatural stuff in fact. All of the things Bubba told him chilled him to his core, and it made him believe in whatever unnatural thing he heard about. Why do you think he was so eager to help Lucy with her fairy trap?
"Should we check to see what it is?", asked Mya.
"Normally, I'd say no since this is creepy as shit, but I'm scared to just let it stand there and watch us do things.", said Aaron.
The kids slowly tip toed towards the figure, afraid that if they made a wrong move, it'd run to them and do who knows what.
Once they got close enough, Nicky slowly reached his hand towards it. Bad idea.
The cloaked figure started running away, hitting Nicky in the face with the back of its cloak. He wiped away that tingly feeling of blanket, and saw his friends chasing after the thing.
He didn't know why he was following them, he didn't know why he didn't just run the other direction home. Maybe he was also curious about the man in the cloak, or maybe he was turning into a sheep, a follower who would do anything for his friends.
"Hey! Come back!", called Mya to the figure. But the thing just kept on running away from the children.
Before anyone saw it coming, a murder of crows started charging at the kids, making them crouch down to their knees and hiding their heads in their arms.
The murder started flying away, and when Nicky slowly raised his head up, the figure was gone.
"It's gone.", said Nicky. The rest of the kids got up, dusted themselves off and pulled feathers out of their hair.
"Is everyone okay?", asked Aaron. The girls nodded their heads, and Nicky gave a silent mhmm.
Suddenly, another strange thing came about from the woods. First, a rustle of bushes, then a grumble of annoyance.
Aaron followed the sound, and peeked from behind the bushes. Everyone else crouched down beside him, and they all saw what Aaron saw.
It was another cloaked figure with a beak sticking out of the hood. But this one's beak wasn't yellow, not like the one they saw before, but instead it was white.
"Guys! It's clear, we're safe out here! Now let's complete the ritual!", said the figure. And within minutes, a whole group of cloaked figures with white beaks came out from behind the trees.
"Ritual? Did he just say "ritual"? What the heck were these guys doing a ritual for?", thought Nicky.
The main figure, who Nicky assumed to be the leader, pulled out a brass octagon. He raised it to the sky, and suddenly, the thing started glowing green, and the sky started getting cloudy. Then it started raining, and Lucy couldn't help the little squeak that came out.
The cloaked figures turned their heads to where the kids were, and started running to them.
"Someone followed us here!"
"Who's there?!"
"Stupid kids! Get out of here! These woods are our territory!"
The kids quickly got up and ran away from the cloaked figures, trying as hard as they could to get away from them.
"Everyone stay close to me!", Aaron yelled to everyone.
He would've nearly tripped over the cliff that awaited him, if it weren't for Nicky. He quickly grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him back up.
Everyone was too preoccupied with Aaron nearly falling, that they didn't hear the footsteps that came from behind them. They turned around to see the leader of the cloaked figures, and they stilled in fear.
"Why hello, little children. And just what are you doing out here all by yourselves? These woods are dangerous, you know. You don't know what things are roaming around here."
The leader started coming closer, and Nicky was standing so close to the edge of the cliff. He took a quick look at Aaron's fist, clutching his switch blade. And without warning, Aaron pushed the blade into the leader's side, making him scream.
Nicky was so taken aback, he ended up tripping over the edge, falling down the cliff and landing on his back.
"Nicky!", he heard Lucy call out to him.
The boy was so dizzy from the fall, he didn't even register the big painful hit on his back. He slowly got up, and what he saw made his eyes gape.
The same brass octagon that he saw the leader hold in his hand. He picked it up, eyeing the emerald middle that was in the center of the octagon. He didn't forget how this thing glowed in the leader's hand and made the sky rain.
Whatever this thing is capable of, he knew it was dangerous.
He heard the sound of feet sliding down the cliff, and he turned around to see his friends. Lucy quickly ran to him and gave him a big hug.
"Oh my gosh, Nicky. That was so close! Aaron stabbed that guy in the side and he screamed so hard, he didn't even hear or see us get away!", she said. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I found something too.", Nicky said, but before he could show it to them, Aaron and Mya started running.
Mya called out behind Aaron, "We hear them coming! Run!"
"Wait, I -"
"Not now, come on!", yelled Aaron.
"But -"
"Nicky, come on! I don't want to die here!", Lucy said, grabbing onto Nicky's arm and pulling him to where Aaron and Mya were running.
The kids made their way out of the woods, passing by all the signs that said "Danger" and "Don't feed the animals". They ran back to Aaron's house, and slowly creeped around the back. Aaron led them down the trap door to the basement, and once they were all down, they shook themselves dry and flopped down to the floor.
"Okay, Nicky. Spill.", Aaron said.
"Huh?"
"You said you found something in the woods and you wanted to show us. What was it?", asked Mya.
Nicky pulled out the brass and emerald octagon. Aaron, Mya, and Lucy gathered around to look at it, and they were just as in awe as Nicky was.
"Oooh, shiny. ~", said Lucy.
"What is it?", asked Mya.
"I don't know, but the leader of those beak faced freaks used it to make it rain. This thing is dangerous, and God knows where it came from or why they even had it in the first place."
The kids sat in silence for a moment.
"Whatever it is, or whatever it's capable of besides just making it rain, I say we get rid of it. I'll just grab a hammer, break it, and set it on fire. Then we won't have to worry about anymore weird rituals or creepy birds making things happen with it."
The girls nodded, but Nicky just sat in silence.
"Nicky, what do you say?"
"...I want to study it for a while."
Before Aaron could protest, Nicky held his hand up. "Only for a while, then I'll get rid of it."
Aaron nodded, despite wanting to argue more.
Nicky said his final goodbyes to his friends and climbed back up and out of the trap door, and was shocked to see that the rain suddenly stopped.
He was suspicious, but he decided not to question it further. He walked across the street, climbed onto the trellis, and back into his room, trying not to slip.
Nicky then looked at the octagon in his hand, and he put it in his bedside drawer. Maybe tomorrow, when he wasn't so wet, he'd find something to do with it.
The next day, Nicky walked to school early before his parents could wake up. Just so he didn't have to hear a lecture about how much trouble he was in or what they were gonna do to punish him, he already got enough of that from his grandma.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped back in fright, but he let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was just Aaron, and behind him were Lucy and Mya.
"Hey guys.", he said. But before Aaron could say "Hi" back, he looked at Nicky dead in the eye. He pulled his best friend closer, and Nicky was mentally freaking out.
"Your eyes are different.", he said.
"Umm...thank you?", said Nicky, not really sure whether or not that was a compliment.
"Sorry, it's just that,...it's weird. Your eyes are usually just blue, but now they're like a light green.", he said.
Mya pulled Nicky close to her face and examined his eyes, "I think they're more blue green.", then Lucy pulled him close to her face.
"Teal, or maybe cyan. Cyan, final answer."
"Can you guys please stop messing with my face?", Nicky said, swatting Lucy's hands away.
Aaron sighed, "Yeah, you're right. Sorry. Let's just go to school.", he said, walking ahead of them.
The others followed along, and Nicky stopped for a moment to look in a puddle. Aaron was right, his eyes were lighter and greener than usual.
But how?
Nicky didn't mind, at least for now. Right now, he just wanted to get to school, and hope no one else noticed his different eye color.
#hello neighbor#welcome to raven brooks#aaron peterson#mya peterson#lucy yi#nicky roth#my fics#hello neighbor fanfic#the guest#forest protectors#bubba fein
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As a way to apologize for the lack of activity, here's another excerpt of The Lights In The Sky for you all 💗
The last bell of the year rang out minutes before, and a swarm of students stampeded out of Lavender Creek Middle School. It was early June, and the endless blue sky and bright afternoon sun were already turning up the heat. Young teens gathered onto the buses, rode off in bikes, or set out on foot towards their first adventure of the next three months. The scent of freshly cut grass drifted through the air. It was a picture perfect view, a slice of youthful Americana.
The thirteen year old boy sitting in the detention hall wasn't so lucky. His green eyes stared up at the clock turning slowly on the wall in front of him. Aside from the teacher sitting at the desk, he was alone in the room.
Trent sighed to himself, softly enough that the teacher couldn't hear him. Of course he got himself into detention on the last day of school. Of course he was the only one to get detention on the last day of school. The principal had told him that he should be thankful that was all he got. Any other day of the year, a fight with other students would have earned him a suspension.
That wasn't much of a comfort, considering Trent was the only one to actually get punished. Not the ones that were causing the problem in the first place though. The boys that had been bullying Trent and his friends for a year were jocks - and not run of the hill jocks either. They were football stars in the making, if one believed the coach. And football stars didn't get in trouble for beating the crap out of a kid smaller and weaker than them.
But Trent, who was not a jock, let alone a popular jock? He was the one stuck with a black eye, bruises and scratches all over his skin, and detention was the icing on the cake. It was a wonder his friends - who had tried to break up the fight - weren't given detention as well.
Who's idea was it to have detention on the last day of school? It made no sense to him. It was embarrassing enough that the principal had to call his grandmother to let her know he would be home late. Now he was stuck at the school for longer than he ever wanted to be. All while the assholes were walking free.
Sighing, he fingered the pages of his book, a blatant Star Wars rip off. It was something he had already read (and hated), but it was his only book left in his locker. When he arrived in detention he tried reading the first page. Instead he found himself reading the first paragraph over and over again; it was enough to put him to sleep. At this point, he would have been glad for homework. At least it would be something for his brain to do.
The bald teacher stared daggers at Trent, then went back to his newspaper. Mr. Roberts was both the P.E. teacher, and the coach of the football team. For some reason, he had taken an instant dislike to Trent and his friends all the way back in sixth grade. He made sure that they knew, singling them out for criticism during activities. The fight hadn't exactly put him in his good graces either.
Mr. Roberts turned a page in his newspaper, his breathing loud in the otherwise silent detention hall. No one liked the detention hall - it had a feel of sterility despite the layer of dinginess that it somehow always had no matter how much the janitor cleaned it. The chairs were likely the same chairs Trent’s parents used when they were kids, and they wobbled no matter how still you sat. Each desk had dried out, chewed up gum underneath.
Trent bit the inside of his lip. Why won’t it just end already?
The door opened behind him, breaking the silence. He jerked his head away and watched the dark haired girl awkwardly walk between the aisles of desks.
"You're late," Mr. Roberts snarled. He lowered the newspaper to watch her as she took a seat behind Trent, then went back to reading it in silence.
She didn’t reply.
Trent knew her. Well, he knew of her. One of the ‘popular girls’ that sat together during lunch and pep rallies, gossiping and reading fashion magazines. He never talked to those girls, no one in his group did - they were so different that they might as well have come from different planets.
But he knew of her from outside of school too. When Trent was in fifth grade, a family from California had moved into the house next to his grandparents’. They dragged him along to greet his new neighbors, interrupting his Six Million Dollar Man marathon. His grandparents said their ‘hellos’ and asked the couple what California was like, while Trent's eyes glazed over in boredom. At random, he spotted someone walking down the stairs
She had asked, in that girly high-pitched voice, “Mom, have you seen my pink sundress? It’s not in any of my boxes.” She ran down the stairs, somehow not tripping over herself, and tugged at her mother's sleeve. When she saw Trent standing on the porch with his grandparents, she froze.
Her eyes were wide and shy at the same time. “H-hi,” She stuttered.
Trent stared at her, squinting. Weird girl…"Um, hi."
They hadn’t spoken to each other since that day. But he had noticed her, here and there. Saw her in the (rare) classes they had together. But they were always separated.
And now they were the only ones in detention.
…why was his face feeling warm?
Trent quickly tried to go back to his book, completely in vain. The stupid book was unreadable - how the hell did it even get published? What a waste of trees and ink.
The phone on Mr. Roberts’ desk rang, and he picked it up promptly. “Yeah?” There was a pause. Then a deep frown on his face. “Alright, I’ll be right there.” He hung up the phone and gave both of the students a judgemental eye. “You two stay put. Some brats vandalized my car. When I get my hands on them…” Getting out of his chair, Mr. Roberts dug out his keys from his pants pocket and pointed his finger at Trent and the girl. “If I find out either of you left while I was gone, there will be hell to pay.”
Both of them remained silent. When Mr. Roberts left, slamming the door behind him, Trent once again tried to get back to his book.
“Psst.”
Something was poking him in the shoulder. He turned around in his seat, and came face to face with Mariqueen Maandig.
She was smiling with a rosy gloss. “What are you in for?"
#my fanfiction#fanfic: the lights in the sky#wip#excerpts#nin fic#nine inch nails fic#ship: trent/mariqueen#antis dni
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Forgot to post this earlier mb
Chp 3
A/n
Meows gently. Sorry if this is a little late kittens… My grandmother took a stroke and almost died. It was really silly. My irl friends also left me soz yeah. Stay alive kittens. Good christmas
Cw for panic attacks; I'll add a summary in the next chapter bc important shit happens in this one<3
Mischa climbed out of his PT cruiser. He ran his hands through his hair. He gently picked up his bag then grabbed his phone. He opened Instagram up and messaged Talia.
Mischa: Hello Talia. I am unsure if you're awake but I feel you must know that I love you. I have never cared about someone the same way I care about you. You are the light of my life. Thank you so much. Thank you for loving me. Every day as I wake up I long for the day I can be with you. So as I can hold you ever so dearly and never let you. My life's goal is to be with you. I love you.
He put his phone away and started to run to school. He noticed the time. He accidently ran into Constance. "Sorry." He said quickly then moved on. Dashing through the halls he almost missed Noel. Luckily for Mischa, Noel was wearing a bright cat jumper that is next to impossible to ignore. "YOOOOO NOEL!" He yelled at him. "Fuck me jesus christ. Hi." He said back. "Wanna walk with me?" He asked. Noel nodded. Mischa held his hand out for Noel to hold it. He looked down at Mischa's hand. He put his hand in his and walked to home room together. Holding hands.
Gonna skip to lunch
Mischa left his maths room to find Noel. He walked to the french room and saw him in the door. This teacher was notoriously strict and would not let kids break any rules. 0 rules could be broken in her class. Mischa took out his phone while he was waiting. He went to check his messages with Talia. She had left him on read. Two hours ago. Mischa felt worthless to her.
Mischa: Talia, I understand you might not want to talk to me right now but please be honest. Don't leave me on read and just say you don't wanna talk. I'm not mad at you. I'm really not. I understand it might've been an accident but still. It has upset me. I am so sorry. Like genuinely so sorry.
He questioned sending it or not. He read it over and over again yet there were next to zero errors he could find. He clicked the send button. His breathing picked up slightly. He rushed to the bathroom and bashed into a bathroom stall. He fell down to the floor. His jumper dragged up. His breathing got increasingly quicker. His vision had gotten a bit blurry and his mind was racing. All he wanted was for Talia not to hate him. No matter how many times she said he hadn't done anything or that she loved him, he would never fully believe it. His thoughts dashed around from Noel, to Talia, to everything. His eyes started to let out and he started to sob lightly. His breathing slowed slightly as he tried to focus on standing up. His legs shook as he pulled himself up. He unlocked the door and saw Noel waiting in the entrance to the bathroom. He ignored him and washed his face. Noel walked over and tapped his shoulder. "Mischa. Are you okay." It wasn't a question. He knew the answer. It was a no. He hugged him and sobbed into his shoulder. "Mischa. Did anything happen?" Mischa shook his head. "I just can't do this. I feel so worthless. I just can't…" His last words were overpowered with tears. He let out another sob. "Mischa. Take your time. I do not think you're worthless. Mischa bachinski I care about you and want you to be here. For Natilea, or whatever. She loves you Mischa." Mischa froze at the mention of Talia. "N-noel." He stuttered out. Noel's face changed. He was worried already, but this? A whole different story. "What. The. Fuck." Again Noel didn't say this as a question. "What the fuck did she do Mischa?" Mischa's mind went blank. "Nothing. She just left me on read hah." His voice was shaky. "Mischa, we're gonna skip the rest of this day and just chill out. I don't give a fuck what you say we're skipping." And with that mischa and Noel left the bathroom together, they climbed into Mischa's PT cruiser and drove off to the mall.
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Im so amazing. Loveyall. If u want fr Nischa writing of mine theres some on my AO3, the AO3 acc is hugs4yuri.
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2024 a review: w h a t t h e f. U c k
In resume this year I: got out depression, got a job, quitted the job, got another job, almost died by mosquito, started the new job, my father abandoned the family which he was the major provider, got back into depression, my sister almost dies bc appendicitis, my aunt almost dies bc heart attack, found out that my best friend-for-10-years-until-she-ghosted-me-for-unknown-reasons k*lled h*rself a month ago so I couldn't go to the funeral or anything, my grandmother dies after suffering years with dementia, I'm going to have a new sibling, my other aunt then dies. I change my therapist.
Good news: I'm a teacher now!
Bad news: I've never been poorer or more in need of money in my entire life and everybody keeps dying.
In details:
*got out of a major depressive episode that lasted for almost 2 fucking years;
*got a job with an indication from my friend on basically his family's school";
*it was. hell. straight from hell I swear. So I managed to break my friendship with this dear friend bc his family was a nightmare to work with and I'm really easy going-y and people pleaser-y but it was awful;
*obvs I quitted BUT my boss said that bc I didn't signed a sketchy document that I didn't know what meant, that same morning!, I had to work for 4 more weeks. I started to cry.
*cried for a whole week, at my desk, in the middle of lunch, during the breaks, during the shift in front of some students, etc;
*they let me go early with all my rights included, bc I used to pass in front of the camerasµfone (how did I know that they were both? In the most unfun way imaginable if you can catch my drift.) murmuring about an anonymous tip to the cops on them bc it was fucking unethical and I could prove it;
*jobless but estable somewhat;
*got indicated in another school by another dear friend;
*got a disease that's transmitted through mosquitos and almost died. Like I had to go to the hospital and I passed out while receiving 6L of physiological saline (?) straight to the vein. The only reason I managed to return home was bc I lied that I wasn't bleeding. Turns out it was a dumb decision, I almost bleed to death and I realized that maybe my parents almost let me die in my room that was idk 3 metters from their bedroom? But ok, I survived, moving on;
*started new job;
*my father got home one day and said in the most cowardly way that he wanted to divorced my mom and he had a companion and he was going to live with her;
*everybody was so shocked. like. it was kinda like a reality breaking news;
*until this very moment. my father was a totally upstanding man with a lovely wife and two talented daughters (his words), and in reality it was like growing up in a doll house. but I digress;
*dad was/is the breadwinner and he left the house so my mom and I were fucked;
*my father's departure was a total shitshow with screams, swears, panick attacks, etc etc. my sister kicked his ass while I just kept crying;
*his companion is a year younger than me, already have a daughter with another married man and obvs is after his money (now I ask what money? I grew up believing we were poor);
*my sister got the keys from him so he had to move back to his mother's house;
*my grandma that was slowly dying of dementia and screamed all the time when she was awake;
*he started bragging during football's match on the weekends about all the sed he was having with his younger companion;
*didn't explain anything to anyone and just acted like he wasn't married for 36 years together for 40 years;
*my sister moved back home, basically leaving her marriage so she could help us;
*she and my mom went to the bank and set up a arrangement so my mom was going to automatically receive half my father's salary;
*my sister starts feeling a sharp pain on her side, after TWO WEEKS OF PAIN she finally relented to go to the hospital, where she had to get surgery bc her appendix exploded(?);
*my sister almost dies after surgery, has to go back for more;
*somehow everything works out;
*untill my older aunt starts feeling a pain on her chest, when she went to the hospital she was having a heart attack;
*she also almost dies during surgery;
*again everything works out somehow but I basically stayed for a month between hospitals while starting a new promising job and the break up of my family;
*a few weeks after that my grandmother dies;
*my father been fighting us bc of the money that is tight and I received like 100 bucks month bc I got the least amount possible of hours so I could try and cope;
*everybody was staring at us instead of paying attention to my grandmother bc they were waiting for a fight that didn't happen;
*My father took his companion to the funeral;
*so much therapy and medication;
*got more hours on my job bc money but it was too much for me but fuck it, it sucked but I did it;
*everybody forgets my birthday;
*had the most hard days ever at work and at home nothing else made sense;
*my sister found out that my father was going to be a father again; he was such a coward that he couldn't tell her himself;
*we don't have money to fund the legals fees needed to pass everything (the house that me and my mother live in) to me name and my sister's. Everybody starts getting panick attacks, everybody on hard medication;
*my aunt that was on terminal care dies; the funeral was a shitshow;
*I discover that my father's companion is suing him for child support but refuses to do the DNA test. And also since she's suing him, we couldn't, even if we had the money that we don't have, move forward with the changing property stuff;
*on forced unpaid vacation right now and unfortunately work is therapy for me but alas I'm depressed again bc I'm fucking stuck in college for 8 long years in a 5 years course (fuck you pandemics).
So that was 2024 for me,
2025 please please please
have some mercy im begging
#2024#2025#desabafo#i needed to let it out#personal#mine#happy new year#tw depression mentioned#tw infidelity#my life was like a bad movie this year
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You Are Your Habits
Recently we went camping with my son’s cub scouts group, and one mom, I noticed, despite the really chilly weather, took a shower first thing in the morning and right before bed at night. We all commended her for it. The shocking part of it all was, even her sons took a shower as well.
The rest of us decided early on that none of us would be taking showers during that entire camping trip. Granted it was only three days and two nights. 30 degrees at night and a mere 60 degrees during the day. So, it wasn’t really that bad. It was not like an entire trip, backpacking up the mountains for a week.
So, why am I talking about camping and showers. Well, I wanted to discuss habits. This mom told me that ever since she was young, her mom instilled into her this habit, and it is so innate in her that could not function or start her day without first taking her shower. Her mom taught her this habit, her grandmother taught her mom, and now, she is did the same to her boys.
"If habits are a part of who we are, then our habits become who we are. "
Does that make sense? Let’s break that down.
My father has strict habits of his own. Which I admired. He was the first one in the office, and the last one who left. This was of course before his heart attack. After which, he had to slow down with his schedule a bit.
I remember him having a huge whiteboard in his office to keep track of all sorts of things, clients, payables, collectibles, and his employees would be coming in to check things off and add things.
I tried to work in his office one summer for extra allowance and he made sure I was never late, and always left the same time as him. I remember him doing his morning routine, having breakfast, always oatmeal, then getting his attaché case, then getting into the car, that was waiting for him.
We’d arrive in the office, and everyone would greet him good morning and we’d go about business. At around 11:45 we would order lunch and at 12 noon, the lights would dim, so everyone would know its lunch time. At 5pm, his driver would pick up his attaché case, which meant it was time to go, and we’d leave for the day. Like clockwork. Every day.
My dad was also a stickler for time. He doesn’t like being late. He was such an early bird. When he says that we need to leave at like 5:30, you better be down the stairs and running to the car by 5:25 or he’d be by the stairs calling your name. No threats or anything, he’ll just have that annoyed look on his face.
Habits and routine were a big thing for him. It was a big part of him. I believe that his habits made him who he was and helped him be successful.
My sister, Tet also has a schedule of her own. I’m not exactly sure of her schedule. We follow very different time tables, but there is no interrupting her when she is working. She is very disciplined in following that schedule and it is very admirable and impressive.
She’s always been that disciplined. Even when she was a child, when she studied for school and exams, she had very good study habits that she never had to cram for tests. I never understood how she did it, but again, it made her remarkably successful in her endeavors.
Remember she started ProductiveandFree on her own. Which sprouted from DrawntoDIY. She created a successful business by diligently researching and constantly creating content and templates that our clients need and what the market demands. When she got it off the ground, we were all so proud and impressed and still are. #girlboss.
So again, if habits are a part of who we are, then our habits become who we are.
Simply put, the things we do in our daily lives are what makes us who we are. If we spend time watching Netflix for hours, eating fast food, and making excuses instead of doing what needs to be done, where do you think you will be tomorrow, or in a week, or in a month?
Then again, if you get up now, turn that tv off, throw that fast food, stop making excuses, start walking, eat something healthy, read a book, then where would you be tomorrow, or in a week, or in a month?
Believe me, it is not easy. I know.
I have my own set of bad habits and the list is long. Right now, I’m struggling with trying to get back to eating healthily and doing all that regularly. It is a constant struggle. One minute I’m on track, eating the right foods, no sweets, no carbs, then I see a smore and I have smores for like a month, and it all goes down the drain. Then I try to start over again, then I see my favorite chocolate bread, and there we go again.
So, you are not alone. The thing is, do we let that define us? Do we stop from there? Do we stop and give up? NEVER. We keep trying. We keep going. We let our habits become our successes. Then everything else will follow from there.
Point here is, we never give up. There will always be difficulties. We never let the ‘downs’ keep us down. We rise with every fall. We try again. We keep moving.
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I was on IG and my friend posted this photo of a cat. And something in me just cracked.
I have no idea who this cat is but it looks identical to my Nausicaa who died in august.
I forgot how hard grief can hit when you’ve been holding it back. It just plows through. Especially when all of it is held in the same corner of my heart.
And I carry a certain guilt around her death. I wasn’t able to be there when she was put to sleep, because I had gone back to school just days before and there was no way for me to make it back in time. I was on the phone when it all happened, it felt so disconnected. I refused to let my grief consume me, since I need to stay on top of my college work.
And when I was able to go back home for fall break, I couldn’t grieve for my cat because I was barely holding it together after October 7. I broke down in tears when one of my professors had asked if I was doing okay, because she noticed I wasn’t anywhere as energetic as I should be in an archaeology museum.
And I was in the middle of my senior seminar when my parents told me Nausicaa finally came home. It was a miracle I didn’t start crying in class after seeing her box of ashes sitting next to her favorite spot in the apartment (and yes, Ponyo did try to sit on her box). Which brings up more buried grief.
I grew up with two cats, Isabel (the mostly white cat w gray spots) and Phoenix (the mostly gray cat with the old man). They were my mom’s cats, but I was very attached to them and it broke my heart when Phoenix died 4 days before my 11th birthday.
I never had time to fully grieve her death because my grandfather died a month later. And I carry a guilt over his death because the last thing I ever said to him was “I will see you next weekend”. And he died 3 days later while I was performing in a school concert. I refused to go see him at the funeral home, the image of Phoenix dying in the vet table was too fresh in my mind. And so I never truly had the chance to say goodbye to him. I don’t know where his ashes are. All I know is that he and my grandmother will be buried together when she dies—I am scared of the day she does. And that September, my grandfather’s nephew also died, and I wasn’t able to make it to his funeral because I had to go on a school sleepover trip.
I got Ponyo and Nausicaa in November 2013, so they briefly overlapped with the ancient Isabel. She liked Nausicaa, as seen in the photo above. She was 19 when we had to put her to sleep in December 2013. And I covered the loss of all four family members with the two new kittens. Isobel’s ashes rest on the bookshelf next to the window, where Nausicaa now also rests.
I was organizing my parents’ old photos when I came across the photo of Phoenix and Grandpa—I felt a pang in my heart when I saw it. And shortly after I went through those photos, I left for Portugal to do field work. I left two healthy, 10 year old cats at home. And on the last day of the field session, while we were breaking down site, I missed a call from my mom:
When I got to town, I broke away from my teammates to take the call. And that’s when I found out that my sweet girl had suddenly gotten cancer, which was moving so fast and aggressively. At first I tried to hide from the remaining archaeologists, because I couldn’t let myself be seen breaking down in the middle of town. But that completely failed when I got to the lunch table. And my supervisors and teammates were understanding—I still laugh fondly at their attempts to comfort me (that’s a story for later).
But it was devastating thinking that my little cat was dying an ocean away. But she held on for the week—my parents came out to join me in Portugal, leaving her with a family friend who took very good care of her. And she held on for two more weeks once we got back. It was exactly 21 days from when I got the first phone call to the last video call. But in the end, I still wasn’t able to be with her in her last moments. I had a shift at my job that I couldn’t skip and I was visiting my grandma the next day. I gave myself the weekend to grieve, then I threw myself into my part time job, school work, and social life. And in short succession, a very old family friend had a stroke and died, another family friend died after a steep mental decline, and a friend/colleague of my parents (who I knew) lost his fight with cancer.
And I often feel like I have to be the strong one in my friendships. And when October 7 came, I found myself holding my friends as they broke down. And Jewish underclassmen know they could always come to me if they need a hug or a shoulder. My campus best friend and I have adopted an absurd number of underclassmen this way, some of them even refer to us as their “mothers”. But I never took time for myself. I work the most hours at the bookstore, partially so I don’t spend time just with my thoughts.
And seeing that photo on IG brought all these emotions back in a flood. I just needed to put them somewhere so they don’t continue to eat away at me. The more I tell these stories, the less they hurt. So thank you for listening
#cats#pets#grief#dealing with grief#jewblr#I’ve been told i am too surgical with my emotions at times#but its often the only way I can keep going#I remember when I let my emotions control my actions and I don’t like the person I was back then#anger and grief are powerful and it felt like no one was listening#and I would lash out at people when it all became too much#it is a miracle I haven’t gotten in a physical fight these last months#some of the people on my campus make me want to throw them to the ground
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Modern Prompt:
Everyone knows that Lan Qiren was just using this as an excuse to pick on Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian, a mostly well behaved scholarship student with a hint of mischief was just a bit too loud for Cloud Recesses Academy but for Lan Qiren that makes him the worst of the thugs. He was at the top of all his advanced classes alongside Lan Wangji(Lan Qiren’s most prized pupil and nephew).
Everyone knows that Wei Wuxian didn’t cheat and that the page and writing was Jin Zixun’s. But between the Jins a well known prestigious family and Wei Wuxian a scholarship student well…….. the school was a bit too convinced that Wei Wuxian was the cheater and Lan Qiren the instructor during the time of the test wasn’t helping his case.
Lan Qiren had his assistant call his guardians to Gusu. Since Jiang Fengmian was an old friend, he planned to convince Jiang Fengmian to transfer out Wei Wuxian since Cloud Recesses Academy wasn’t the right place for him and it was the best for everyone and to avoid drama with his wife.
But to his surprise thats not who came. Wei Wuxian’s grandma Wen Popo(I know that’s not her name but how else would you recognize her) and Wei Wuxian’s older sister Wen Qing came carrying a large trunk with her. Lan Qiren was so surprised and confused because he was sure the Jiangs were fostering Wei Wuxian. He had even asked Jiang Wanyin several times how his parents put up with Wei Wuxian and he even responded that he was always causing trouble for the family.
Wei Wuxian also came to greet them and even introduced Lan Wangji to his family, he didn’t look nervous at all. Wei Wuxian was surprised his big sister Wen Qing came and missed university and she told him that she wasn’t missing the show because she hasn’t seen Wen Popo this furious in some time, she even brought snacks.
Wei Wuxian was told to go kneel outside as Wen Popo, Wen Qing and Lan Wangji(he forcibly entered as a witness of the incident) went in. An hour later they come out and Wen Popo was as calm as always followed by Wen Qing looking red in the face still laughing and crying and Lan Wangji looking very impressed and glancing respectfully at Wen Popo.
Several instructors and members of the faculty came out after them and could be seen running away(breaking the rules)and looking very fearfully at Wen Popo every few seconds. Lastly Lan Qiren came out very red and was trying to conceal what looked like tears in his eyes. He left a very healthy space between himself and Wen Popo and apologized to Wei Wuxian for thinking he cheated and told him that Jin Zixun would be expelled and he wouldn’t have to be worried of him again. Wei Wuxian just told him that he was just glad that it was over.
As the family was going to town to eat lunch with Lan Wangji. Wen Popo could be seen telling Lan Qiren who looked very frightened that she’s going to come more often to make sure nobody is bullying her grandson and she could be seen smiling looking directly at him.
Wei Wuxian could be seen walking away with his grandmother hugging her and taking her trunk for her.
#I’ve always wanted Wen Popo to talk shit to Lan Qiren for some reason#a strong woman that took in her 3 grandchildren and even adopted a sweet Wei Wuxian#by herself#the reason the Jiangs never corrected that they never adopted Wei Wuxian was to save face#and since Wei Wuxian was doing so well in school they were now embarrassed that they didn’t actually adopt him#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#canon jiang cheng#prompt or summary
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Chapter 9: The search for love
The next day, Rogue was putting extra care into his appearance for school. Instead of a messy bun, he put his hair into a clean bun, and instead of wearing his glasses he wore shades with dragons on them, because he’s cool like that now. Even fresh thought so, saying “You got mad rizz Rogue-meister.” Rogue blushed slightly but thought that he needed to stop letting fresh stick around doug, he’s a bad influence. He picked up rogue by the leg and put them into his bag, zipping it up, putting it on and heading out to school.
On the journey to school he saw Minerva walking to school with a bottle in hand, she seemed to be walking funny. Rogue decided to approach her anyway.
“Hey milady… you wouldn’t be able to pretend to be my girlfriend for me, would you? M- my grandmother is dying and-“
“Pah! Save me the sob story Cheney” she wobbled a bit and bumped into him, almost knocking his sunglasses off his face, “I’m many things but a liar ain’t one of them. So I’ll tell you the truth, you won’t find anyone in the saber tooth club willing to do this. I got my eyes on sting (but the gods couldn’t make him see me the same way), Yukino’s mad in love with her boyfriend, Sorano would walk all over you, and Lilac isn’t even here these days, you probably haven’t even met her yet. Try branching out, start talking to women outside stings radar.”
Rogue blushed a bit and nodded, “Right, thanks…” he said before quickly walking away. Was Minerva really in love with Sting? Did he have even more competition? As he walked away he could hear Minerva singing loudly, taking a swig of her bottle,
“Why do good boys hate bad girls, I’ve had this question for a really long time! I’ve been a...”
Rogue couldn’t make out the rest.
The corridors were crowded as usual and Rogue barely made it to his locker. Sting must have already went to class since there was no sign of him anywhere. Then Rogue spotted his next potion, Mirajane Strauss. He decided to approach casually, trying not to be too forward since he didn’t know her all that well so it wouldn’t work out in his favour. Then it came to him, what would sting do? He would be confident, really confident.
“H- hey mirajane… can we talk?” Rogue asked her. She turned around and tilted her fedora, “M’lord. Come, we can talk in private.”
Minutes later the two were in some empty abandoned storage room. “I’ve thought about what you’re going to say and… I accept! I will be your wife. But-“
“A- actually, I was going to ask if you could be my fake girlfriend for a while until my grandmother dies so she doesn’t die with a broken heart… a more broken heart…”
Mirajanes eyes widen and then she tilts her fedora down, “All men are the same. You just couldn’t handle a sigma female like me… I bet you don’t even like women, your probably a misogynist.” She reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a katana
“I- I’m sorry I’ll just go…” he goes to the door.
Mirajane holds the katanas handle, “Your sky daddy can’t save you now… when you make a sigma female angry, you waken her inner demon, and you don’t want to waken my inner demon… nothing personnel kid…”
But Rogue had already left, not wanting to see her inner demon. God Mirajane was so cool, the way she used her katana like a professional and talked about how much of a sigma female she was… Rogue could only wish he was that cool. He had to get a fedora sometime…
He decided he had enough of being a professional flirt for the time being, so he went to class as normal. During the lunch break he moved to his next lucky woman. This time he was going to take a different approach, he was going to use a pickup line on Kinana, one he made up himself.
“Hi Kinana, are you a dragon? Because when you fire- when your hot- when you-“
Rogue suddenly feels a sharp strike to the side of the head.
Above him stood Laki, “I expected better of you Cheney. For trying to hit on Kinana, I’m gonna punish you…” she said, taking out a whip from nowhere in particular and pulling on it. “I’m going to tie you up in my torture chamber and step on you until you start meowing and calling me your dying grandmothers name… and I’m gonna burn all your nerdy books about dragons…” she says with a smirk. Rogue would have been into that first part but a line was being crossed with calling his dragon books nerdy. With a burst of strength, he lept in the air and did a backflip, kicking Laki in the face before running across the wall to escape. As he kicked her she made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan for fanservice reasons. How did she even know his grandmother was dying? Anyway, once he was a safe distance away, he turned a corner and bumped into Lucy Heartfilia, who was also running. “Rogue?” Lucy said, confused, “Why are you running?”
“ROOOGUE!!!” Laki said as she stormed through the corridor, cracking her whip.
“Her. What about you?”
“LUUUCYYYY!!!!” Juvia said, also storming down the corridor.
“Her. Quick, I know a place…” she pulled him through the door to the second abandoned storage room today and locked them in. They were safe now.
Lucy spoke first, “Let me guess, you were trying to find someone to fake being your girlfriend and used a pickup line on the wrong person, resulting in them personally insulting you and awakening a newfound rage?”
Rogue nodded, kinda confused
“Same here. It seems people aren’t as willing to start fake relationships as I once thought…” Lucy said, sitting down on the floor. Rogue sat down next to her, thinking about how easy it would be for sting to get a fake girlfriend.
“Wait, what if… YOU became my fake girlfriend?” Rogue asked, blushing
“R- really? You would do that? T- that’s a genius idea? Killing 2 birds with one stone! Rogue your so smart!” Lucy said, also blushing.
Rogue let out a sigh of relief knowing this was all over. So did Lucy.
“Meet me at my place tomorrow after school, we’ll need to get to know eachother if we want to do this convincingly.”
Rogue nodded in agreement.
#fairy tail#rogue cheney#fresh#yukino aguria#fanservice#lucy heartfilia#Minerva fairy tail#other characters I wont spoil the appearences of in the tags#fanfiction#romance
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The Knit before Christmas
Curtis Everett x fem!reader
Word count: 1520
Summary: Curtis doesn’t like the holidays much (for good reason), but maybe your gifts to him will help him see this time of year in a different light. ✨
Warnings: angst, character death (not Curtis or reader), adult situations, fluff to make it all better
This is my first entry for @stargazingfangirl18, @navybrat817, and @drabblewithfrannybarnes's Happy Hoelidays Challenge! Thank you so much to all of you for putting this together. I’m so excited to participate. 🥰
I also have to thank my bestie, Thevy (@the-sal-del-mar), for the exquisitely fluffy idea. I shared my prompts with her, and she is officially my “plot dealer,” as she would say. She also came up with the title, and I'm obsessed. This fic is for her, so I really hope she loves it! 💖
Ingredients: Curtis Everett, first snowfall, “You made this for me?”, friends to lovers, turning a holiday Grinch’s frown upside down, “Oh, honey. You know you really shouldn’t tease me.”
(Dialogue prompts are in bold!)
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The ink was barely dry on the gift tag on your husband’s Christmas present when you felt a rush of cold air with the opening and closing of your front door.
“Honey, you home?” You relaxed at the sound of his voice, slightly muffled by the scarf still wrapped around his face.
“On the couch, baby.”
Another few moments passed before he joined you in the living room, laying his scarf and beanie to dry on the hearth after closing the firescreen.
“Where’s your car? You know I don’t like you driving in the snow.” Curtis kissed your forehead softly, but quickly, plopping down next to you.
“First, hello to you, too. Second, it’s snowing?! I knew I smelled it this morning.”
“You and your Gilmore Girls references.”
“You’re just pissed that you’re practically the Luke of my dreams. If only you owned a diner...” You let out a dramatic sigh, placing your chin in your hand.
He laughed softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “And I’m sorry. You know how I get with this weather, Y/N.” The prickle of his beard against your cheek when he kissed it guaranteed your acceptance of his apology. “Hi, honey.”
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You did know how he got with this weather.
You met Curtis when he asked to sit with you at lunch on the first day of high school, recognizing the back of your head from third-period algebra. Before long, the two of you became inseparable, spending evenings together studying and weekends together just being.
You got to know each other’s families. Curtis’ parents cared for you like you were their own. His grandmother taught you how to crochet, delighted that you took her grandson’s place when he gave up after 20 minutes. Both your parents and his loved you two together, even though you were only friends at the time.
Then came winter break of senior year. Mr. and Mrs. Everett’s anniversary was coming up, and they planned to spend it on a cross-country train, seeing all the sights in between. Their train departed the day after Christmas.
It was the last time Curtis saw them. A combination of faulty brakes and a worse-than-predicted snowstorm led to a fatal crash about an hour into the journey. Curtis’ grandmother had a heart attack upon receiving the news.
Curtis ended the first half of senior year thinking he’d finally kiss you on New Year’s Eve at the frat party your friend’s sister got you invited to. He went into his second half of senior year effectively an orphan. His only other relatives were living and working overseas at the time, so they made arrangements with your parents, who insisted Curtis live with you in order to finish high school. Instead of going to that party, he spent that night lying on the couch with you, crying silently into the side of your neck.
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You snuggled closer into his side, gently kicking his present under the coffee table, pushing it out of view until you were ready to give it to him. He grabbed your left hand with his right, admiring the rings he was able to put on your finger over the last few years, before entwining his fingers with yours.
“To answer your question, though, I pulled my car into the garage. When I smelled the snow, I didn’t want you to have to park in the street. I’ll accept my Most Thoughtful Wife Award in the form of a massage. You can choose which part of me to massage, though.”
The volume of the yelp that escaped you sent Curtis into a fit of laughter as he flipped you over, rolling you onto the floor. “Oh, honey. You know you really shouldn’t tease me.” He began kissing up one side of your jawline, suddenly stopping once he got to the other. “Whatcha got under the table, Y/N?”
Before you could stop him, he reached out and grabbed the gift bag, spotting his name on the tag, written in your practiced calligraphy you whipped out for special occasions. “I thought we agreed on no gifts.” His eyes were soft when he looked back at you.
“You say that every year, Curtis, and every year, we both spoil each other rotten. I would never agree to such nonsense.” He tried to hide his smile, biting the inside of his rosy cheek. “If it makes you feel any better, it wasn’t expensive.” It will be, you thought to yourself.
“Gee, thanks, Most Thoughtful Wife!” he snorted, pretending to rattle the bag’s contents.
You sat up, folding your hands over your bent knees. “You can open it now if you want. Actually, I’d prefer it if you did.”
He squinted at you, jokingly annoyed. “You know the only thing I hate more than presents is being told to open presents early. We have a whole week left.”
“Your mouth says one thing, but your pulling at the tissue paper says another.” He stuck his tongue out at you in response, almost looking like he did when you teased each other in school all those years ago.
Once past the tissue paper, Curtis removed the first item from the bag. He smiled at the stuffed animal, a round ball of brown fluff with soft antlers, big eyes, and glittery accents.
“A toy?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Not exactly the kinda toy I thought my hot wife would give me, but I gue- OW!” He smacked at your foot that you’d just used to poke him in the ribs.
“Don’t be gross, Curtis! Besides, that’s more of a clue than it is the actual gift.”
He pursed his lips as he turned the toy over, searching for an answer.
“Did you get me fudge? His name is Fudge…” He continued mumbling to himself for a moment before you decided to help him out.
“Sadly, there is no fudge. What kind of toy is it?”
“A stuffed animal… A Beanie Baby? I don’t get it.”
“Look in the bag, baby.” You were tapping your fingers against your knees, trying to hide your nerves as he opened his next present.
The beanie perfectly matched his own, but in miniature. He wore the original black cap you’d made for him almost every day since you’d given it to him, but he could see how much your crocheting skills had improved over the years. It was perfect and so soft in his hands, but he was confused by the small size.
“You made this for me? I love it, honey, but I don’t think it will fit my head.”
You bit your tongue so as not to comment on the size of the brain in his big head. “Think about it, my love.” You scooted closer to him. “The hat wouldn’t fit an adult, but it would fit a…”
“A Beanie Baby?” He looked down at the tiny beanie and at the stuffed animal, bewildered more than anything when you slapped your cheeks forward into your palms.
“Curtis! Come onnnnn.”
Finally, you could see him putting the puzzle together, nearly giving himself whiplash when he turned to look at you.
“Holy shit, are you- Oh, man. Really?” The tears on his cheeks glistened in the glow from the fireplace.
You nodded at him, biting your lip to keep from crying when you realized there was a happiness behind his eyes you had only seen once or twice since the accident. “There’s one more gift in the bag, baby.”
This time, he found an adult-sized beanie, but with an embellishment on the cuff - shimmery white embroidery that read, “#1 Dad”.
“Yours is so worn and I’ve already mended it so many times. I had finished it just before I thought to take the test, so when I found out, I made the mini one and embroidered yours. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I wanted to surprise you.”
“Honey, don’t ever be sorry for this.” He stood quickly, grabbing his old beanie from where it was drying on the hearth. “This is the best surprise of my life, even if I was too stupid to put it together.” He reached for the top of the tree, placing the tattered cap over the star already there.
“Oh, Curtis.” You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you when he returned to you on the floor and rested his head on your belly after tugging his gift over his head.
“You just keep changing my life, Y/N. You made me a husband. Now you’ve made me a dad. You made a beanie for me, and now you’re making our baby.”
“Well, you had something to do with that one.”
You felt him hum in amusement against your tummy as you scratched through the short hairs at the back of his neck. “I love you, Mama.” He peppered kisses all over the exposed sliver of skin. “And I love you, too, Beanie Baby.”
You leaned down and kissed his forehead, a new warmth in your chest. “I love you, too, Daddy. Merry Christmas, Curtis.”
“I guess it actually is, huh?”
#curtis everett x reader#curtis everett x you#curtis everett fic#happyhoelidays2021#curtis everett fluff#curtis everett angst#curtis everett x fem!reader#maggie's writing#soft!curtis everett
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THE UNCANNY COUNTER | SHIN HYEOK-U & SO MUN ONESHOT | PROMPT : we actually see hyeok-u call so-mun after he drops out bc the drama never showed us that
PS THIS IS PLATONIC (👀 i see you so mun x hyeok-u shippers 👀)
Ty to @mandy-bo-bandy for helping me edit some parts ✨
"So Mun ah, I need your help with dinner!"
"Coming, harabeoji!" a black haired teen called back to his grandfather. He had been on the phone with Mo Tak regarding a previous mission and working on his webtoon. Two weeks had passed since Shin Hyeok-u had left school and everyone had gotten a break.
So Mun was just about to leave his room to go to the kitchen to help his grandfather, when his phone rang again. He turned to his phone and found an unknown number. So Mun sighed and picked it up, curious to who it was.
So Mun made his way down the hall and spoke, "Hello?"
"So Mun... Em... Hello," a hesitant voice began. It took So Mun a few seconds to recognize the person.
"Shin Hyeok-u?" So Mun asked, just as he stepped into the kitchen.
So Mun's grandfather looked up from the stove, where he was making stew. "Who are you talking to, Mun?"
"It's Hyeok-u. He came over once, remember? The redhead?"
"Oh," Grandfather laughed. "Your handsome friend! Yes of course we remember him!"
"Harabeoji!" So Mun exasperated. "Sorry about that, Hyeok-" but much to his surprise, he heard a soft laugh come from the other end of the line.
So Mun stopped. When was the last time he'd heard 'the' Shin Hyeok-u laugh a laugh anything but mocking?
"Who is it?" So Mun's grandmother made her presence known, taking a seat at the counter. Her eyes looked a bit distant from reality.
"The whole family suddenly wants to know? Come on," So Mun exhaled.
"Hello, Hyeok-u!" So Mun's grandfather jovially greeted. At this point, So Mun had no choice but to put his phone on speaker so the others could listen to what Hyeok-u had to say.
"Hello, Ahjussi," Hyeok-u greeted him back politely. It was significantly less awkward than when he'd eaten lunch with them.
"Who is this stranger?" So Mun's grandma demanded, almost knocking over a bowl of diced onions with her hand gestures. So Mun quickly prevented the bowl from falling while his grandpa patiently explained who was on the phone.
"So... How have you been? Since..." So Mun went back to his phone call, suddenly feeling like starting a conversation would be a lot more awkward. It had been two weeks since Hyeok-u had redeemed himself and apologized 'and' dropped out of their school. What would they talk about?
"I'm staying at a cheap hotel for the time being, I found a decent job. Things are fine, I guess..." Hyeok-u trailed off. "I hope I didn't bother you with the call."
"How about you invite your friend over?" So Mun's grandpa interjected again. "It's rather rude, hm? He hasn't been here in a while," he smiled. So Mun turned off speaker and continued talking, leaving the kitchen and forgetting that Grandfather had needed help with dinner preparations.
"You don't have to invite me if-"
"Hyeok-u," So Mun interupted him seriously. Hyeok-u stopped.
"Huh?"
"I'm not mad at you," So Mun stated. "You can stop being so hesitant when talking. I don't hold it against you."
Silence.
"Still..." Hyeok-u began. "What I did was really messed up. I dont deserve to be forgiven," he ended his sentence sadly.
So Mun thought about what to say next.
"You should come over," he blurted out. So much for thinking what to say.
"Huh?" Hyeok-u definitely blinked on the other end of the line. He was probably confused at how that invitation came right after Hyeok-u had just brought up his past bullying tendencies.
"I-If you want of course, but my grandparents really don't mind," So Mun started to talk again, rushing the start of his sentence, "and it's clear that there are some things we need to talk about."
Hyeok-u cleared his throat. "I guess. When do you want me to come ov-"
"We could do tomorrow morning. It's too late right now and dark outside. How does that sound?" So Mun asked, not even having waited for Hyeok-u to finish the question. He still had to help with dinner obviously.
Hyeok-u hummed. "That works."
So Mun nodded, satisfied with the plans. "All right, it was good talking with you, but I really have to help with dinner now."
"So Mun?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you," Hyeok-u said sincerely. "I didn't deserve forgiveness after all the things I've done, but you forgave me anyway."
"You've changed Shin Hyeok-u. I accept it, it's okay," So Mun shook his head. "I cant believe I'm talking like this to the Shin Hyeok-u." Both of them snorted.
"Before I leave, can I ask one last question though?" So Mun questioned. Hyeok-u shrugged, but then realized the other couldn't see him so he verbally responded with a yes.
"How did you get my number?"
"About that..."
AND THAT WAS IT
lmk what u thought. I hope it wasnt too ooc, i tried my best skakrjwkandjs. :D shin hyeok-u was an annoying but interesting character to me, and im sad they didnt show him more after he got a redemption arc. sIgH
#the uncanny counter#so mun#shin hyeok-u#kdrama#oneshot#friendship#shin hyuk woo#so mun x shin hyeok-u#fanfiction#shin hyeok woo
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OMG IM FINALLY FREE! I’m the 🦋anon who sent asks about how I would always be scheduled to work by myself being forced to give up breaks and lunches and then they started having problems with my availability due to school. WELL DO I HAVE A STORY FOR YOU!! So the store manager who’s really nice and understanding has to take a medical leave so we’ve had an acting manager. Cue said acting manager changing every fucking thing and acting as if he’s permanently taking over the store, fucking up everyone’s schedule, etc. So due to all the bullshit I decided to put I my two weeks so my last day would be the 11th (it’s currently Sunday the 5th as I send this in) well yesterday I went in for a morning and saw the asshole there bc the assistant manager called off so he starts bitching about how I was a no call no show for Thursday EVEN THOUGH I WAS TAKEN OFF THE SCHEDULE and how he’ll let it slide this time and blah blah blah I was LITERALLY two seconds from walking out right then and there. So anyway later in the day the asshole leaves and my co worker who loves to bitch about everything comes in. Now when she gets there at 11 I let her know that I’m going to be leaving early at 1 (I was apparently scheduled until 3:30 but didn’t know that until I was actually showed up resulting in me always thinking that I was only scheduled until one and therefore making an appointment that I’ve been rescheduling at 1:30) due to my appointment and having a shit load of school work due. Usually that’s not a problem my co workers are like “do what you gotta do school is important” but today bitchy co worker acted like it was the end of the world because I guess the other guy who was supposed to be there was also leaving early at 1 (which I didn’t know) so she calls the asshole to bitch resulting in him texting me telling me that he has me down for 3:30 and we can’t leave the co worker by herself on a Saturday and all this other bullshit. I then first try to text the person who supposed to come in next to see if he can come in early but he’s not replying so I text asshole back telling him that no one is replying and I have to leave because I’ve already rescheduled this appointment multiple times for work plus I has a large amount of assignments for school due by the end of the day and with all due respect my professors aren’t going to accept the excuse of work for why my assignments aren’t done plus it’s not fair that I’ve been left alone for 5-7 hours in a Saturday and no one helped me to find coverage. Asshole texts back essentially saying too bad so sad sorry if you leave without finding coverage then you can get disciplinary corrective action. When I tell you I was HEATED when he said that I called my mom and was like “I need to convince from just cutting my shit short today and officially ending my time here” she was just like “no you do what you gotta do” so I texted asshole back and was like “then since I already put in my two weeks I’m gonna go ahead and quit and be done today because this is unfair. I’m going to save you from having to file corrective action for me by just being done today and therefore you don’t have to worry about me for the rest of the week” (he had already tried to schedule me on days where my availability says I can’t work due to school and taking care of my sick grandmother and he didn’t even care) at first he texted back and like “sorry you feel that way best of luck” and again when I tell you I was HEATED like as I was closing down my drawer and writing down numbers I was shaking so bad that I kept dropping coins and I don’t even know if my numbers were legible but idgaf at this point. Then as I’m gathering my stuff to leave he calls the store phone to talk to me because he knows that I won’t answer if he calls me phone and now his tune has changed does like “well just think about it I don’t want you to quitting” and a bunch of other bullshit that I honestly just tuned out BUT THEEEENNN he has the nerve to be like “well who’s there with your co worker now? is anyone there with her? did the other guy already leave?” and that just set me off even more like BITCH THAT IS NOT MY FUCKING PROBLEM YOURE THE MANAGER NOT ME IM DONE I NO LONGER WORK HERE. And when i tell you the amount of relief I felt once I got in my car when my mom picked me up. I literally cried the whole way home. I’m just glad I don’t have to work there anymore and deal with my mental health taking so many hits on a daily basis
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