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something like love
part - 3
pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd
word count - 3.3k
c/w - language, slight homophobia
a/n - hi, iâm back! i wrote the majority of this part while high and sheâs mostly unedited so if you see mistakes, no you donât. iâm so happy with how yâall are receiving this story and iâm having so much fun writing it! iâd like to reiterate that iâm sure paigeâs mom and step-dad are amazing parents and this is all fictional! as always, i hope you enjoy, and lmk what you think!
Finals go about as well as Azzi expected. With the way she and Paige locked in three days before, sheâs not too surprised. They didnât even go to the gym the entire time, instead staying shut up in Paigeâs bedroom with highlighters and textbooks and laptops. Although, Paige did get pretty stir-crazy on day two and started doing push-ups on the floor. Azzi had gotten a weird vibe that she was showing off.
What did make studying a little harder, though, was the fact that Paige seems to be having trouble separating their acting from their actual friendship, and has thus taken to calling Azzi ��maâ and brushing her thigh even while theyâre alone. Azzi doesnât know how to tell her to stop, or if she even really wants to.
Itâs now the day after finals and only two days before they leave for Montana, where the real challenge will begin. Needing some space from Paige, which is a rarity with them practically living together these days, Azzi has retired to own room to pack her bags. Itâs not going well.
Usually, sheâs an amazing packer. She enjoys it, even, finds it soothing to create a checklist, pick her outfits, and pack her belongings just so so that they all fit.
Today, itâs a little different. Because today, she doesnât know what to plan for, and she doesnât know her to make all her shit fit into this suitcase, and she canât decide what outfits to bring because all she can think about with each article of clothing is whether or not Paige would like it. Would Paige like these leggings, the way they hug her ass? Would she like this tight top with the plunging neckline? Would she compliment these shoes, ogle this little skirt?
Being in love with Paige is nothing new. But this, this feels foreign to Azzi, feels like when they were teenagers and she was just beginning to realize that her feelings for Paige were more than platonic. It feels nervous and jittery and insecure, and over the years Paige has become safe. She is secure and strong and rooted deeply in Azziâs very being. Azzi wants more out of her, sure, but that fact hasnât made her this afraid in years.
Groaning, Azzi fists up the sweatshirt sheâs holding and then buries her face in it to scream. Sheâs about halfway through her little tantrum when a knock on her door startles her out of it. She doesnât bother to lift her head out of the sweatshirt to mumble, âFuck off.â
The door opens anyway, of course, and then thereâs Carolâs voice, cautiously asking, âWhatâs going on in here?â
Azzi finally lifts her head to stare at her best friend. âTrying to pack for Montana.â
âYeah?â Carol asks, still speaking softly as if she were trying to soothe a rabid animal. âAnd, uh, howâs that goinâ for you?â
Azzi groans again. âReally great, yeah. Itâs awesome.â
âMm.â Carol hums, then perches herself on the edge of Azziâs bed, looking down at her. âWhatâs going on?â
âNothing,â Azzi says automatically, because she canât tell her best friend whatâs actually going on, or else sheâd give away she and Paigeâs secret. But Carol looks at her suspiciously, like she might start interrogating her at any second, and so Azzi quickly decides to tell a half-truth. âOk, I just, Iâm nervous to see Paigeâs family in Montana.â
Carol furrows her brow. âBut havenât you met them before?â
âI have,â Azzi nods. âBut only the times they came up to visit Paige, and those were far and few between.â Azzi canât help the bitter tone that seeps into the last part.
âYeah,â Carol says. âFrom what Iâve heard it doesnât seem like theyâre super involved with her. Not like her dad and step-mom.â
âTheyâre not, and they never have been,â Azzi says, clutching the sweater a little tighter as if she were choking it. âPaigeâs mom left when Paige was like three and she didnât come back to visit until an entire year later. Paige didnât even remember her by then. She says she hugged her dadâs leg and cried the first time she visited,â Azzi seethes, remembering how Paige had laughed quietly when she first told Azzi the story, her eyes sad. âAnd now theyâre homophobic and totally shut Paige out when she told them she was a lesbian and theyâre going to hate me, itâs going to be so hostile and awful andââ Azzi cuts herself off with another scream into the sweatshirt. Vaguely, she realizes itâs an old one of Paigeâs, something she stole way back in high school. Fitting.
âHey, hey,â Carol says, sliding onto the floor next to Azzi and patting her knee, âyou gotta chill out, okay? You know Paige wonât let them say a word to you. That girl would protect you with her life,â she says earnestly, and it makes Azziâs heart skip.
âYeah?â Azzi asks, just because she wants to hear it from someone else.
âShe loves you a lot, Az. And I think we all realized it a lot sooner than you did, because yâall were too fucking stupid to notice how different you are around each other.â
Azzi furrows her brow. âDifferent?â
âYeah,â Carol nods, patting Azziâs leg. âEver since we got to UConn, the two of you are always in your own world. You listen to her for hours if she wants you to and sheâs always touching on you, being all protective and shit. And donât even get me started on the way she looks at you when she thinks you wonât notice. I mean, you two are dating now and she still does that shit.â She shakes her head affectionately, then laughs. âAnd yâall were like that long before we got here, too.â
Azzi isnât really listening anymore, too stuck up on thinking, Paige looks at me?
It might seem like a silly thought because Azzi is stealing secret glances at Paige all the time, and she has done for years. But that makes sense, because Azzi is hopelessly in love with her. Paige has absolutely no reason to be staring at Azzi when she thinks nobodyâs watching.
Carol must be saying all this to make her feel better. She always knows the right thing to say.
âYeah,â Azzi says, instead of saying what sheâs really thinkingâThereâs absolutely no chance Paige looks at me in secretâand when Carol leans in to hug her, she returns it, letting her head rest on her best friendâs shoulder. âThanks, Carol. Youâre right.â
âI know, girl,â Carol responds. Azzi takes a deep breath, trying her best to chill out, and just as theyâre separating, her door cracks open. Of course, speak of the devil, in pops Paige Bueckers, blond hair flowing loose around her shoulders. âAm I interrupting something?â
âNah,â Carol says, waving Paige in. âJust chatting.â
âGossip?â Paige asks, shutting the door behind her.
âDonât worry, weâd never gossip without you.â
Paige laughs and then looks down at Azzi, who is quite busy doing the very important job of picking at a scab on her knee. âHey, babe. Everything good?â
Azzi looks between her two best friends, and Carolâs giving her a soft, encouraging smile which Paige clocks immediatelyâthe three of them have gotten good at reading each other over the yearsâand she walks over to them, sitting down across from Azzi. âOkay, whatâs up?â
Surprisingly, Azziâs eyes begin to sting and a hard lump forms in her throat, emotion overtaking her more strongly than it usually does, and she only has to wonder why for just a moment before she remembers, her period should be starting any day now. Stubbornly, she swallows down the tears, refusing to embarrass herself by crying in front of them. âNothingâs up. Iâm justââ
âShe was having a hard time packing,â Carol says quickly, pushing herself up off the ground. âHow about you help her, Paige? Sit on her suitcase so she can zip it or something.â Thereâs a warning in her tone and Paige gets it immediately, based off the way she nods and scoots closer to Azzi.
As soon as Carolâs gone, Paige is reaching out to rest her arms on Azziâs knees. âWhatâs the matter?â
âNothing,â Azzi says, but Paige doesnât buy it one bit. âReally, itâs fine. Itâs dumb.â
âNot dumb, ma,â Paige says softly. Her thumb rubs against Azziâs knees, and this is something Paige only does when theyâre pretending. Azzi wonders again if she should warn Paige about the fact that their dating habits are seeping into their normal friendship, even when theyâre alone. That could become dangerous.
But right now, the comforting warmth of it is welcome.
âSeriously, just tell me,â Paige urges, impatience evident in her tone. âYouâre makinâ me all nervous.â
âDonât, itâs actually not a big deal at all.â Azzi figures she should say something before Paige builds this up in her head too much. âI just, Iâm worried about seeing your mom. I know sheâs not gonna like me because ofâŚâ she gestures between them, âthis. But I know sheâs not my favorite person either and Iâm just kinda scared that everythingâs gonna clash and youâre gonna end up getting hurt.â
Paige stares at her for a second, then nods and sighs. âYeah, that makes sense.â She looks down at her hands in Azziâs lap, then back up at her. âBut, like, if anything bad happens, itâs not gonna be on you. Itâll be on my parents for being shitty. You donât gotta worry âbout me.â
Suddenly, Azzi feels guilty. Here she is having a mental breakdown over a situation that ultimately wonât affect her nearly as much as itâll affect Paige. And here Paige is, sitting across from her, comforting her. The hands on Azziâs knees start to feel too hot.
âYou must be nervous, too,â Azzi says. âYou donât know how theyâre gonna react when you show up with me rather than some guy.â
Paige shrugs it off, but her throat bobs. âNah, itâs alright.â
Paige looks chill as can be, shoulders slumped, face relaxed. But Azzi knows her too well, notices the way her fingers are twitching and her eyes are looking everywhere but her.
âYou donât have to act in front of me,â Azzi says, hoping it doesnât sound too corny.
âI know,â Paige says immediately. She finally meets Azziâs eyes. âListen, I might be a little nervous. But itâs whatever. And you donât gotta be nervous, either. Whatever happens, weâll be there together, yeah?â
Azzi nods, lifting Paigeâs hands off her knees to take them in her own. âYeah, youâre right.â
âI got you,â Paige says softly, and it flusters Azzi but sheâs more focused on the way Paige is looking at her, this little crease between her brows like sheâs trying to figure something out. Just like after their kiss. But Azzi clears her throat and Paige snaps out of it, pulling her hands away from Azziâs to brush herself off. âAnd you got me. Just like always, yeah?â She stands up, then looks around awkwardly, suddenly all jittery and weird. âSo, uh, do you actually need help packing? Iâm basically a master packer, I could get it done in prolly five minutes, flat.â
Azzi knows Paige is trying to deflect from whatever that was, and it seems like, once again, theyâre not going to talk about it. Amazing.
âYouâre the worst packer Iâve met in my life, P,â Azzi teases, going with it. âI usually need to help you.â
âIâon need no help,â Paige waves her off. Then she looks down at Azziâs suitcase and scratches the back of her neck awkwardly. âBut, uh, if you wanted to come up to my place to help with some fits I wouldnât be mad.â
Azzi shakes her head, deciding to leave her packing for later. âCome on, stupid head. Letâs go.â
âYo,â Paige says, following her out of the room. âDonât call me stupid.â
âSorry youâre right,â Azzi says. âShit-for-brains is way more fitting.â
âYo!â
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Before leaving for the airport, their teammates act like theyâre going off to war. They all hug them extra-long and talk forlornly about what theyâre gonna do without âmom and dadâ around.
Now that Azzi and Paige are âdatingâ, the two of them get called mom and dad more often than they get called their actual names. Itâs kind of cute, actually, even if it is annoying sometimes.
âYou kids be good,â Paige says sternly, playing into the act, and Azzi ruffles KKâs hair and says, âdonât bother your brothers.â
âYeah, donât bother us, Camera,â Ice says, and KK tackles her. Paige and Azzi take the opportunity to sneak out.
Theyâre at the airport now, waiting in the lounge where they only get approached by two polite fans asking for pictures. Paige is just dozing off when their flight is called, and Azzi manages to drag her through the gate into the plane before sheâs slouching in her seat, falling asleep as soon as she sits down.
She wakes thirty minutes later, and she rests her head on Azziâs shoulder when they start up a movie to watch. When she does, instinct takes over and Azzi doesnât really realize what sheâs doing until she kisses Paige on the head, nuzzling into her blonde hair, and sheâs mid-nuzzle when she remembers that they have no reason to be all up on each other like this. Paige is stiff on her shoulder now, and Azzi laughs awkwardly, lifting her head to stare blankly at the movie. âMy bad. Habit.â
âYouâre good,â Paige says. She softens on Azziâs shoulder, and then she mumbles something completely incoherent.
âSorry, what?â Azzi asks, popping an earbud out to hear better.
âHuh?â Paige says.
âYou said something.â
âNah, youâre hearinâ stuff.â
âPaige.â
âShh, Iâm missing the movie.â
âPaige, seriously, whatâd you just say? You tryna talk crap?â
âNo,â Paige says emphatically. She shrugs, then leans her head a little further into Azziâs neck and mutters, âI just said I didnât mind.â
âDidnât mind what?â Azzi asks, scrunching her nose.
âAre you dumb?â Paige says.
âRude,â Azzi responds, and then she says, âWait. You didnât mind when I kissed you?â
âDidnât mind when you kissed my head,â Paige corrects.
Itâs Azziâs turn to mumble, âWell, I know you didnât mind when we kissed for real, either,â and Paige hears it and lifts her head up, shoving Azzi away. âHey, chill with allat. I said that to you in a moment of weakness.â
Azzi shoves her right back, hoping to hide the feelings sheâs sure are written all across her face, because Paige has admitted that she wants to kiss Azzi again and now theyâre bringing that up, and what does it even mean?
âAw,â Azzi says, trying for casual, âyou big olâ softy.â
âI ainât soft,â Paige says gruffly, looking out the window and crossing her arms over her chest.
âI think you are,â Azzi sing-songs, then she leans over into Paigeâs space. Paige doesnât turn to her, but her breath hitches when Azzi whispers close to her ear, âI think youâre soft as hell for me.â
Paige stares stubbornly out the window. âNo clue what youâre talkinâ about.â
âMm,â Azzi hums, and then she rests her chin on her shoulder, gazing out the window as well, even though her mind is elsewhere. âI think you like doing this with me, P.â Feeling bold, she sneaks her hand onto Paigeâs thigh, clad in those basketball shorts that always do something to Azziâs head. âI think youâre surprised by how much you like it. Having an excuse to be all over me whenever you want. Acting like Iâm all yours when weâre around people.â
Paige gasps when Azzi presses her lips to her neck, not kissing her but just resting there, and she turns back to look at her when Azzi lifts her head.
Theyâre inches apart.
Paige looks at her lips. Sheâs been doing that a lot ever since their conversation in the bathroom. Azzi is a soldier for the amount of restraint she usually has, because when Paige looks at her like thisâthis new, unfamiliar look on her face while she stares at her lipsâevery bone in her body wants to close the gap between them.
Today, her restraint feels frayed. And so she leans forward, slowly, and kisses just the edge of Paigeâs mouth. Not a real kiss. But not friendly, either.
Paige gasps.
Azzi breathes out shakily, and then she shoves Paigeâs face away playfully. âWatch our movie, dumbass.â
Azzi is shaking for the entirety of the movie, but at least sheâs pretending to watch it. The entire time, she can feel Paigeâs eyes burning into her skin.
Azzi gets the sinking feeling that something unexpected is going to happen on this trip.
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They get off the plane at 7pm. By the time they get their bags, itâs 7:30. And by the time Paigeâs parents pull up to get them, it is 7:45. Paige clutches Azziâs to her side with one hand, her suitcase held tight in the other. Her mom and step-dad look at them strangely and whisper to each other before getting out of the car.
âHey, kiddo,â Dean is the first to speak. âHow was the flight?â
Paige releases Azzi so he can pull her into an awkward hug while her mom stands back. âYeah, uh, it was good.â
âGood, good,â Dean nods. âThatâs good.â He glances back at his wife, who is looking between Paige and Azzi with this expression on her face that Azzi doesnât like at all. âHere, um, let me get you ladiesâ bags.â
He takes a suitcase in each hand and pops the trunk to start loading up their stuff. He murmurs something to Amy when he passes, by, and she nods stiffly before taking a measly step forward. âHi, baby. YourâŚhair looks nice.â
Azzi almost squeezes her eyes shut at how awkward this is. But at the same time she canât, watching mother and daughter like sheâs watching a train wreck.
âThanks, Mom.â Paige is the first to reach out, and even though Amy holds her stiffly, Paige falls into her motherâs arms, something she has never been able to do often. Azzi can tell Paige thinks it may be the last time and is trying to savor it.
âPaige,â Amy says, pulling away from her daughter after a few moments and glancing pointedly at Azzi, âI see you brought your friend.â
Paige looks back at Azzi, who, despite her own nervousness, gives Paige her most encouraging smile.
âThatâs alright, we have a pullout,â Amy says after neither of them responds. âWouldâve been nice to know that I needed to shop for an extra person, though.â
Azzi winces. What a rude thing to say.
âSo, whereâs Ryan?â she goes on, and Azziâs stomach churns. This is it. âYour father and I have been dying to meet him.â
âNot my father,â Paige murmurs quietly enough that Dean wonât be able to hear from where heâs still lingering behind the car, taking great care in loading up their bags.
âDonât be like that, Paige, you know what I meant,â Amy sighs, then runs a hand down her face. âRyan isnât here, is he?â
At this, Dean perks up, closing the trunk door.
Paige backs up a few steps, back to Azzi, and takes her hand to pull her forward. âNo, heâs not.â
âUh,â Azzi says, speaking for the first time when everyone looks at her expectantly. âNice to see you guys again.â
âGood to see you too, Azzi,â Dean says jovially, even though theyâve only met a few times.
Amy looks at Paige. âWhy is she here with you?â
She looks as if she knows the answer and is dreading it.
Paige, always so brave, strives on anyway.
âMom, Dean,â Paige says. âIâm sorry for springing this on you, I know it seems last-minute. ButâŚâ she looks over at Azzi, who squeezes her hand a little.
She smiles softly down at her, and doesnât even bother to look at her parents when she says, âAzziâs my girlfriend.â
Amy places a hand to her chest and Dean walks forward to rub her back soothingly. Azzi inches a little closer to Paige. Here they go.
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toji fushiguro x female reader; heavy, heart-crushing angst, not a lot of comfort. reader is toji's second wife, megumi's step-mom. concept inspired by @/yunymphs nsfw fic, off your shoulders â masterlist here â
marriage is supposed to be a blessing, a bond that seals two lives into one, a promise of belonging.
youâd always dreamed of it.
sharing every first moment with someone â the first kiss as newlyweds, the first lazy morning dance in the kitchen, the first time lying side by side, tangled in each other. youâd imagined a life full of firsts, a life that would feel like youâre writing a story together, each page a piece of both of you.
but with toji, the man you love and who loves you, it feels like stepping into the middle of a book already written.
heâs had his firsts, some so precious that traces of them linger like shadows in your home. and you try â god, you try â to let that be enough, to love him and his son, megumi, with all the warmth and devotion you can muster. yet some days, you feel like youâre just outside their world, looking in.
itâs in the everyday moments, these small interactions that remind you of everything they had before you came along. moments like this morning, when youâre up early making breakfast, hoping to surprise toji with something special. youâre chopping vegetables, humming softly to yourself, trying to imagine the look on his face when he comes in, maybe pulls you close and says you donât have to go through the trouble. youâve seen couples do that â little gestures to remind each other theyâre together.
you want that, too.
but as you start to crack an egg into the pan, you hear megumi calling from down the hall. âdad, where are my soccer cleats?â
your heart clenches. before you can even move to help, tojiâs already calling back, voice easy, like itâs a scene theyâve played out a hundred times. âtry under the stairs, where your mom used to keep âem.â
his mom. megumiâs mom.
the woman who came before you, whose shoes you will never be able to fill.
the words hang in the air, chilling. you place the egg down and pause, the silence settling heavy on your shoulders. you donât hate her, not in the slightest â youâve only ever heard lovely things about her. if anything, youâre grateful to her for the habits, routines, the sense of belonging she built with them, for raising megumi to be as kind as he is.
but still, thereâs a sting every time sheâs mentioned, a reminder that no matter how much you love toji, a part of him will always belong to her.
maybe thatâs normal, you tell yourself, shaking off the thought. you grab the spatula, focusing on the way the eggs sizzle in the pan, trying to calm the knot thatâs forming in your stomach.
âiâm⌠making breakfast, by the way,â you call out, trying to keep your voice light. maybe this will be the moment toji notices, realizes youâre trying to make him smile in your own way.
âyeah, thanks, babe,â he says from the hall. heâs already moved on, ruffling megumiâs hair as they laugh about something you canât quite hear.
right, you think, fighting the wave of hurt that sweeps over you.
maybe thatâs just the way it is.
you stare down at the breakfast you prepared, feeling a pang of something deeper than youâd care to admit. youâre doing your best to fit in, to add to the life heâs built, but sometimes, it feels like nothing more than an afterthought. itâs silly, really â you know they care about you, know toji chose you because he loves you.
but love doesnât always erase what came before.
and itâs not his fault that his past is so deeply woven into their present, into your present.
by the time they wander into the kitchen, youâve already set out the plates, adding a smile to mask the ache twisting inside you. megumi gives you a small nod, a muttered âthanks,â while toji walks over, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. âlooks good,â he says with that lazy smirk, and you feel the flutter of warmth, the one that always ignites when he shows even the smallest affection. but it quickly fades as he moves back to his son, launching into an old joke that you donât understand.
you sit down across from them, feeling the laughter spill around you, each chuckle a reminder of the bond they share. you know itâs unreasonable to feel left out; after all, youâve only been a part of their lives for a fraction of the time.
and they are good to you. they include you in most things, make an effort to make you feel like part of the family.
but there are these subtle moments, these glances, these familiar gestures, that you can never quite touch.
you watch as toji reaches over, ruffling megumiâs hair, that same fond smile lighting his face. and itâs like watching them dance to a song you canât hear. a piece of you aches to ask, where do i fit into this?
âyou two are adorable,â you say, almost to yourself, hoping they hear the love in your voice despite the sadness resting there.
you canât say the words that sit heavy in your chest, the longing to belong to them in a way that feels real and whole. instead, you keep your gaze on your plate, focusing on the small bite of eggs youâve managed to lift to your lips, the only sound in your head the quiet plea that maybe one day, this feeling will pass.
maybe one day, watching them from afar will stop hurting so much.
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Hello! Do you have a favorite winter recipe? I'm looking to expand my repertoire, because I've only lived in a climate that snows for a couple years, and I don't have enough cozy, bone warming foods!
PS - I keep having to feed my cat pumpkin puree because he has some tummy troubles but he will only eat it if I gently hand feed him with a spoon. Just thought you might enjoy that.
YES HERE IS JOYOUS SOUP
(i have never actually called it joyous soup but it's what i feel everytime i make it and i feel like everyone should make it)
This soup does not have a proper recipe because uhh, my mom is bad with recipes but ALSO this soup truly adapts to whatever you have in your fridge, as long as you have 1) some kind of oil or butter to sautee things with and 2) potatoes. this is the sam gamgee make-it-on-the-side-of-a-mountain-winter soup.
Step 1. Take your potatoesâ6 is the ideal but 4 worksâand chop them up rough. "What kind of potatoes?" Whatever they have on the side of the mountain, Sam. You now have a bunch of 1" potato chunks or discs (I like discs). I assumed you washed them first but if you forgot you can wash them now.
Step 2. Get your oil or butter sizzling. I use about two tablespoons of butter to start and add more as I go if the potatoes don't look fully covered. I am probably cooking the butter on medium.
Step 3. You're putting the potatoes in the butter. You're pretending to fry them. Watch them get all buttery and golden and a little brown and crispy. You're thinking, man, I could eat these as they are right now. You could do that. Don't. Add garlic and onions if you have them. Add lots.
Step 4. Just as you're like oh MAN these potatoes and garlic and onions look really good fried just like this, you're going to swamp them in water. You're going to stare at what you've done and thought you made a mistake. You have not. The water should just be covering the potatoes and now you've turned the water up to high, staring at your weird sad soup pot, that smells deliciously of butter garlic onions and potatoes.
Step 5. In another saucepan, you are melting more butter (or oil, or what have you) and figuring out what else you have in your cupboard. Carrots? Those can go in. Parsnips could too. Spinach works nicely. Any onions or garlic you forgot can be added again now. Mushrooms are fucking fabulous. Leeks? Sublime. The only veg you should be avoiding are the ones that are secretly fruits (no watery tomatoes or squishy cucumbers) or the ones that you think are insipid (celery).
Step 6. You're chopping all of that up as much as you like and browning it up in the butter. You're also adding whatever spices strike your fancy. I love salt, so that's always going in, but I usually add black pepper and cayenne, and then I get fruity with it and start adding in paprikas and cumins and turmerics or corianders and thymes and basils and parsleys. It all depends on what smells right to you combined with the steams you're making, and how much spice you want kicking you later.
Step 7. How are your boiled potatoes looking? Are they soft yet? Good. Can you stick a fork in them yet, and has the water boiled down to almost nothing? Excellent. How are all your buttery brown vegetables looking? If you want to give up the whole experiment and eat them right out of the pan, it's time to make another mistake and add all your gorgeous browned vegetables to your disastrous wet potato pot.
Step 8. You now have a lot of delicious stuff looking wet and sad in your potato pot. Pour in a bit more water (or veg broth, or stock if you have it) and stir that all up. Let it stew together a bit and combine flavors. Turn it back down to medium so you donât scorch any of your nice wet veg things. If you're fancy like my mom, you get out an immersion blender here. If you're broke and possess your grandmother's food processor, like me, you're pouring that all into the food processor with the biggest blade you have and turning it into a smoothie. If your concoction seems oddly chunky you need to add more water.
Step 9. Wet sad potato smoothie is not much to look at but now you're adding CREAM. and CHEESE. and MORE SPICES TO YOUR TASTE. If you don't have cream MILK WORKS FINE. If you don't have cheese THAT IS OKAY. If you like your soup with chunks LEAVE OUT SOME OF YOUR VEG NEXT TIME and ADD IT IN HERE. At this point, you have a gorgeous creamy soup that's soft and luscious (that's the potatoes), includes all your favorite veg (that's everything you got out of the fridge), and can go in any number of taste directions depending on what spices you put in (I've made this with Indian spices, English herb garden spices, Mexican spices, Hungarian spicesâevery time it's delicious and works a different way).
Step 10. I hope you have a lot of bread because you're going to be dipping it in your soup saying :) man this is a nice soup :) and knowing you can make it whenever you have weird leftovers, as long as you have potatoes and butter. and what else does a person need in life than potatoes and butter?
enjoy your joyous soup <3 i may have forgotten several steps but as long as you follow -brown some veg -add water -add spice -blend the shit out of it, you can never really go wrong <3
#also you don't even need the dairy stuff it just gives it a nice OOMPH.#ive made this soup with nothing but potatoes olive oil scallions salt and water and it still went fucking hard. just give your stuff time t#melt around and get all flavory#hotvintagethoughts
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the thing in your chest that beats â´ | e.w
santa barbara!ellie williams & ex-firefly!reader
wc: 5.9k
mini-series: california | oregon | idaho | wyoming (youâre here)
tags: @elliecoochieeater
blurb: you put up a good fight with those rattlers, but it wasnât good enoughâall it got you was strung up near a beach where the sun scorched you dry. abruptly, their set-up gets fucked by their own prisoners, saving your life by only a thread. but the wrath that lingered under your skin was immense, and youâre not the only one to experience that phenomenon. when another damaged soul encounters your brittle state; the dreams that put you in a tough position manifest into reality. along with a few extra miscellaneous thingsâŚ
cw: healing!reader, healing!ellie, vulgar language, ellie being avoidant as hell, slow-burn romance, little jj, reader being really depressed at the beginning, little time jump, sexual content but not smut per se, pure sugary sweet ending (almost pissed ME off)
note: omg final chapter!! i didnât really know how i wanted to end it, so i went through scenic route. i hope you guys enjoyed my little series, because i had fun writing it.
wyoming
For the first time in a long time, you were cozyâabsolutely bored and comfortable, and what a delight that was! The settlement in Jackson was everything that you had hoped for. It was warm and welcoming. Not by everyone, but by enough to want this place to feel like home. When the moon replaced the sun and the stars trickled over the night sky, warm yellow lights flickered on. Draping over the center of the settlement, where the establishments flourished. Lighting up a path that was being adorned by the first snow of the year.
Itâs been a while since youâve seen snow in all its icy glory; you were nothing but a child then. Waking up from a troubled sleep, in a spacious home that you could call your own, you shuffled to a frosted window. With your arms wrapped around your body, looking to see minute flurries fluttering from the sky. Collecting in piles on the outer edge of your windowsill.
After a month of already being in Wyoming, at the settlement, reality had set in. You were no longer a soldier, or a slave, or a traveler. Finally, you have made it to the place that was nestled in your mind for endless days, weeks and months.
Relief. Solace. Everything youâve ever wanted. Except for one thing.
The house was a two-story home, with beige striped wallpaper; mahogany wood accenting arches separating rooms, cabinets, bannisters and floor boards. Upon your arrival, it was already furnished. A long, soft maroon couch. Decorated with quilts and knitted blankets from neighbors. A square wool carpet laid flat under a mahogany coffee table. Lamps in various places, warmly illuminating the room.
A dark wood dining table. Iron cookware. Upstairs, a quiet bed frame with a decent mattress and comforter on top. A couple of pillows. Two dressers. A proportionate closetâthis house looked like a home. Minus the adjustments and additions you were planning for. However, it didnât quite feel like a home.
It was empty⌠Or you were empty.
Since your arrival, talking with Ellie became a challenge. You rarely saw her; it was like she handed you off to the officials of Jacksonâs and dusted her hands from you. It was dramatic to ruminate over a woman whoâs only obligation was to get you to Wyomingâto this community. Thatâs what you tried to tell yourself to stay in line, but it wasnât working. Even after busying yourself with different jobs and tasks to start earning your keep, you still thought of her.
Hell, you caught glimpses of her. Jackson wasnât that big. Sheâd be walking hand-in-hand with a small child, a toddler, talking intimately with a dark-haired woman. You saw them together often. It could only be assumed that they were importantâher ex-girlfriend and son. Well, now, you were uncertain if that was her ex-girlfriend⌠But, again, you shouldnât be ruminating. You got what you wanted, remember?
It was an early morning when Maria had asked to meet with you, at a coffee shop in the middle of the square. Dressed in an insulated coat with a hoodie underneath, a pair of trusted light-wash jeans and black leather boots; you began a trek from the corner of the settlement in a light layer of snow. The asphalt wasnât cold enough to let it fester just yet, but the grass held onto the ice. Headphones rested over your ears, playing a tape gifted to you as a housewarming gift from your young neighbor.
Some old rock band from the 90s. Nirvanaâs About A Girl played in your ears as your boots crunched the snow.
It took about four songs off the album for you to get to the coffee shop. Pulling the flimsy headphones down to rest around your neck, you entered the shop looking for a head of sleek blonde hair. An aroma of burning coffee beans and sugar infiltrated your nose. Small chatter was heard from people holding warm mugs, looking at old newspapers, reading novels.
From a table in the far corner of the shop, Maria stood to wave you over. A friendly smile spread across your lips, taut and plastered, as you approached the square wooden table. âGâMorning, Maria.â You reached your hand out to shake her hand, professionally.
She looked down at your hand, snickering. Impressed by your insistence on professionalism. After all, she basically was your employer. It was the one thing the fireflies taught you wellârespect your superiors. âGood Morninâ,â Maria firmly shook your hand, taking her seat.
The heaters in the shop toasted up your exposed skin, causing you to remove your jacket before sitting down in the seat across from the older woman. Two cups warm mugs were put in front of you, almost on cue, by a young girl with a maroon apron. âThank you, Melissa.â She smiled at the barista. âI wasnât sure if you liked coffee, so I just ordered you a hot chocolate. Hope thatâs all right.â
âOh, itâs fine. No complaints here.â
âGood.â Maria curtly nodded her head, pulling a black binder from a bag hanging on the back of a chair. âYouâve been sleeping well in that house?â Dabbing her middle finger on her tongue, she sifted through the pages and hand-written documents.
You blink, wrapping your hands around the ceramic mug. âThereâs good nights and bad nightsâŚâ Nodding, you attempt to take a sip of the hot beverage, but it was too scolding. âNot the fault of the house, just me.â The ends of your lips curl as a softener to your words. Being negative in the face of someone who granted you a place to stay felt like a crime.
Maria hummed, looking up at with genuine blue eyes. âWell, I hope there are more good nights than bad nights.â
âYeah, of course!â You shrugged, answering entirely too quickly. Which certainly gave away the fact that you telling the truth. Her icy blues were intimidating, although youâve seen much worse than a pair of eyes.
Falling asleep alone, in the dark was another challenge you had to face. After spending months on the road with someone, knowing theyâre there⌠It was an eerie feeling being far from themâbeing along. Especially, those last few weeks leading up to knocking on the communityâs door. Whenever you found a place to camp out for the night, her arms would be wrapped around you. Or your arms wrapped around her. Relishing in each otherâs clothed or bare bodies; it had become a tragic comfort.
Your skin burned for her like it did on that fucking pillar. It tingled, ached and wanted for her touch. Her lips. Her eyes. Her hands.
The nightmareâs of your traumas persisted when you closed your eyes. You wanted to blame it on Ellieâs absence, but they rarely surrendered with her around. But at least when you woke up, boiling, sweating and heaving like youâd just run a marathon, a pair of arms were there to lull you back to sleep. Kissing the back of your neck to remind you that you werenât there anymoreâthat you were safe.
And, when she had her moments, shooting up from your arms with tears rolling down her cheeks. You coaxed her back to sleep with her head on your chest, and affirming whispers.
You couldnât help but wonder if those moments meant as much to her as they did to you.
She hummed at your response, pursing her lips. âIf youâre having any problems let me know. I have some great remedies to help with sleep.â The blonde woman offers, a soft smile spreading on her lips. You nodded, chewing on the soft skin inside of your lip. âNow,â Maria begins. âI see that youâve had some time to try out some of the positions we offer. Have any taken your interest?â
Flipping through a couple of pages, she continues. âIâve heard great things from Ava Marin, she manages the patrols. Uhm, and Mrs Hayworth, from the gardens and greenhouseâŚâ
âMrs Hayworth is a very kind woman. I enjoyed working with herâ sheâs great at explaining things.â You compliment, thinking about the few days you spent with her planting vegetables and fruit. Her salt and pepper hair puffed in coils around her cherubic but wrinkled face. Crowd feet leading to a pair of squinty hazel eyes. Mrs Hayworth treated her plants like they were her children, and she enforced you to do the same.
âShe isâ wonderful woman.â Maria agreed.
Humming, you think about all the jobs your triedâwhich was a lot. Patrol was something that you were used to. Being out in the world wasnât a grand change. However, you werenât certain that you wanted to go beyond the walls so often. Youâve spent lots of time patrolling, surveying, killing infectedâyou wanted to hang that up. Every once in a while wouldnât hurt, though. âIf I were to sign up to help out with the gardens⌠Would that mean that patrolling would be off limits?â
The blonde woman shook her head, pursing her lips. âNot at all! For patrol, itâs in a sign-up basis. If you were to mainly do patrol, it would mean going out every other day. If you were to mainly work the gardens, that would be more of a consistent jobâ but you could still sign-up for patrols if you wanted.â Maria informed. âAs long as youâve been approved to go, and you have.â
âHmâŚâ You thought, weighing your options. The inner rage that you harbored had remained dormant since you arrived. It had been replaced with rumination and sadness for things out of your control. âGardening full-time seems serene⌠Iâve spent enough time out there.â Nodding, with a subtle curl to the corners of your lips, you admitted.
Maria begins to scribble with a pen on a sheet of paper, connected to the rings in the binder. âSounds fitting. But, of course, you can change your mind anytime.â
After you deal with business, Maria continues conversation with you. Casual, of course. You could tell she was trying to pry without being obviousâwanting to know more about you. Willingly, you gave in, because why not? Itâs been a long time since youâve had a real conversation with someone. Maria Miller seemed genuine enough.
However, when she brought up Ellie, the air stiffened. And you could tell she noticed it.
âYou and Ellie⌠Have you spoken, lately? Itâs been hard getting a hold of herâ itâs like sheâs everywhere and nowhere at the same time.â She chortles, taking a sip of her coffee. Pressing her lips together at the bitter taste.
Stunned by the mention of her, you shook your head. Fingers growing numb around the warm, untouched, hot chocolate. âUhm, no I havenâtâŚâ
She hummed, leaning her head to the start. âThatâs odd.â Maria scoffs, bunching her eyebrows. âShe made it seem like you two were very closeâ being that you traveled so far togetherâŚâ Itâs like she was thinking out loud, making you want to bolt from the wooden chair holding onto you. âI mean, she made sure that you got the best house in Jackson⌠I would assume that she wouldâve at least visitedââ
âWell, she hasnât.â Sternly interrupting her, you inhaled, sharply.
Noticing the mistake, she sighed, looking at with blue eyes filled with pity. It irked you. Trying to fix it, Maria plastered a bittersweet smile on her lips. âSheâs more like Tommy than I thought.â Bunching your eyebrows, she continued. âMy husbandâ ex-husbandâ I donât know⌠Itâs complicated.â
You know the feeling⌠Kind of.
Ellie had told you about Tommy Miller. He was a very ambitious man, to say the least. Ambitious enough to send a grieving girl to kill someone in his absenceâfeeding off her own despair. You caught that much. But, if it werenât for him, you wouldnât have ever met her. What a selfish thought. âTheyâre both hermits in their own right, but they always come around.â She released a wistful sigh. âEllie will come around⌠Just give her some time to get all her ducks in a row.â
With tight lips, you nodded. How much time? You desperately wanted to ask, but you didnât. Instead, you stood up, pulling your jacket over your shoulders. âThank you so much for the hot chocolate, Maria, but I have to go.â Speaking quickly, you slid your arms into your puffer jacket. Maria abruptly stood to her feet with an inquisitive expression.
âOh, well, uhm,â She began, rubbing her hands together. âOf course. Youâre schedule should be out in the next few days. Consider the meantime your sabbatical.â Her eyes drifted over your frame like a concerned mother. âIt was a pleasure talking with you, y/n. Iâm glad you could join us here.â
Sending another tight-lipped smile her way, you stuck your hands into your pockets. âIâm glad you let me. See you around.â
Leaving the coffee shop, the cold air was a smack in the face. Pulling you from shackles of solemnityâbriefly. Raising your headphones back around your ears, you resumed the tape inside of the Walkman clipped to your hip.
Thin flurries of snow began to fall from the bright grey clouds. Trickling over the strands of your hair, melting in contact. Stuffing your hands back into your pockets, you walked down the icy path of the square.
The main square in Jackson was littered with people. Some were standing around conversing, with cigarettes in their hands. Some worked pulling supplies in large wooden carts, moving them to another establishment. You seen a man on a ladder fixing a broken light on the outside of a pub. And a woman walking a train of small children holding handsâlike they were on a field trip of some kind. They laughed and giggled under knit beanies, bundled in their jackets that may have been too big for some.
A smile appeared on your lips as you watched them march by you.
You stopped at an art store, looking up at the wooden sign. Quoting Maria, you were on sabbatical; so, you wanted to use this time to fully explore the settlement. In the month that youâve been in Jackson, you have visited the local pub more often than youâd like to admit. Entering the store, a bell sounded, and you smiled at the few people walking around the decorated shop.
Organic paints and brushes were located in the back corner of the store, taking up two walls and some floor space. While the rest of the store harbored artwork from the people who lived in the community. And some refurbished work found outside the wall. A sign on the wall read: talk to an attendant for group and private classes. You hummed, impressed by the normalcy. Perhaps, you could sign up for one.
Meandering around, your eyes survey the paintings and drawings. Thinking about your home, it could use some personalization. You came across a landscape portrait of two women. The strokes emulated grassâolive tonesâthat they were lying onâintertwined with each other. Arms and legs entangled. Lips grazing each others cheeks. The strokes that were made were intentionally blurry and messy. Who were these women? Was their relationship as unofficial and indifferent as your own?
Fingers grazing the canvas of the painting, you couldnât help but think of that freckle-faced woman youâve grown to adore.
âYou interested in that one? Nice choice.â
Even though your headphones played Nirvana in your ears, you could still recognize the outsourced voice. Her voice was like honey. Soft, warm honey. Luring you like a spell spoken by a witch or warlock. God, you missed the sound of her voice. âFunny thing is⌠The woman who painted this actually has a husband.â She chuckled, glancing at you with a nervous glint.
You froze at the sound of her voice, eyes glued to the art before you. Just blinking. Buh bum. Buh hum. Your heart beat in your ears, in your chest, in your handsâeverywhere! Skin growing hot as if you were sat in front of a furnace. Were you mad or just upset? It was hard to tell, even for yourself.
The smile on her lips faded, immediately. Fiddling with her fingersâshe always did that. âHowâre you settling inâ?â
âIâve already settled inâŚâ Your voice was eerily calm, side-eying her as you spoke. âI havenât seen you in five weeks, Ellie.â
She sighed, adjusting the knit cap over her hair. Licking her lips, nervously. âI knowââ
âIâd be surprised if you didnât.â When you finally look at her, she notices the irateness in your eyes. Crowding over the feelings of yearning and sorrow.
âCan we talk? Please, just let me explain.â
Gritting your jaw, you peer at her. Thinking about hashing it out within a small walk. But, you were tender, sensitiveâyou couldnât be sure that your reaction wouldnât be explosive. What if she told you she was getting back with Dina? Going back to her family. That alone could send you into ruins. And you too far from your house to escape the public once you unleashed hell upon that woman. âYou know where I live.â You told, with a pinched expression.
That was your cue to leave the store, pulling your hoodie over your head. Maybe, today wasnât the day to tour the community. Another day. Plus, you had to spend the rest of the day anticipating a knock at your door.
It was a glum walk back to your place. You had put your Walkman on pause, walking in a depressive silence. Each step you made up your porch was deliberate and slow. An old swing chair swung in the wind, bolts shaking once you put your weight on the porch. It wrapped around the entire front of the house, and it definitely needed more dĂŠcor.
Entering your house, you hung up your jacket and kicked off your shoes at the door. Stalking up your staircase, leaning in the railing, you made your way to your bedroom. The un-made bed beckoned you; so you kicked the door closed, and jumped under your covers. Hopefully, getting some shut eye could ease your nerves.
The sleep was rockyâyou were in and out. In the moments when you awoke, you pulled a book from your bedside table to readâGeorge Eliotâhoping to fall back asleep. But the novel only intrigued you for hours. Distracting from that anticipation long enough for it to come sooner than you expected.
It was dark, but it was no later than six-thirty.
You approached the door with a heavy heart, sliding your fluffy socks across the wooden floor. The reveal of the woman on your porch caused your body to heat up once more. She turned around, still dressed in the clothes from earlier.
âHey,â
âHeyâŚâ
Pressing her lips into an awkward line. âNice porch.â
Scrunching your eyebrows at the compliment, you abandoned the door while it was ajar. Telling her to enter without losing your dignity. Ellie stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. âShoes off.â You tell her, waving a hand, carelessly.
Walking to the kitchen, you threw onto the stove a metal kettle filled water. While your innate anger was healing, there was still pridefulness about you. You had to have some sort of control over any situation that youâre in. Ellie came to your house; this conversation was on your terms. And it was going to stay that way.
Ellie had navigated around your living room, feeling the softness of the carpet under her feet. I did good. She thought. Ellie taking part in the decision making for your accommodations was true. She wanted to give you the absolute best, because she knew she was going to need some time alone.
Appearing from around the corner, you leaned against the mahogany frame lining the entrance to the living room. With your arms stubbornly crossed over your chest. âYou have about seven to eight minutes before that kettle goes off, and when it does, this conversation is over.â
She slid the hat from her head, dragging it down to the place over her belly button. Kneading the fabric with her thumbs. âDo you not want me here?â Her voice cracked, hands smacking down at her sides. âBecause we can talk another timeââ
âSix minutes.â
Her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. âYou know, what?â Ellie scoffed, striding past you toward your kitchen. Irritation rushing through her nerves. It confused her how she could be so obsessed with someone who mightâve been more stubborn than herself.
You followed her into the kitchen. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
The woman reached for the kettle, taking it off the small flame. Flicking off the fire, she turned to look at you. âYouâre not gonna give me six minutes to explain myselfâ Iâm not gonna let you rush this.â
âIâm not rushing anything.â
Narrowing her eyes, she crossed her arms. Leaning her back against the counter, coolly. âAre you seriously insulting my intelligence, right now?â Ellie raised an eyebrow, mocking words that youâve said in the past.
Squinting your eyes, glaringly, you scoff. âJust⌠Talk, Ellie.â You waved your hand, leaning on the threshold bordering the kitchen and the small foyer. Perhaps, you were pushing it a bit too far.
The auburn-haired woman sighed behind speaking. Placing her hands on the edge of the counter. âWhen I left⌠It was an immediate decisionâ made in the middle of the night in a farmhouse I shared with my girlfriend, now ex-girlfriend, and my kid.â She began, eyeing you intently. âI left my family behind, y/n, including Maria and Tommy and anyone else in this fucking community that I knew.â Her hands moved as she spoke, passionately. âIn that moment, I donât think I ever planned to come back. There was nothing to come back toâŚ
Then, I met you. When I thought I traveled so far for nothingâ I met you.â Her olive eyes looked to the ceiling, thinking. While your heart blundered under your ribs. âComing back was never my intention, and I left that way. So, when I walked through those doors⌠I had a lot of work to do. A lot of bridges to mend and gain the trust of againâ which Iâm still doing, by the way.â
Her hand jutted out, before slapping against her thighs. âI didnât mean to ghost you like that. Truthfully, I was overwhelmed.â The woman confessed, scratching the back of her head. âFor the first two weeks, I was begging for Dina to let me see JJ, my son. For the next, I was arguing with Tommy for letting Abby goâ it was a lot. And Iâm sorry, but I didnât want to put any of that on you.â Pursing your lips, you nodded. âYouâve been through enough⌠I was protecting you. I wanted you to just focus on settling in.â
âWell, it was hard settling in without you.â It almost came out like a whisperâa little louder than a whisper. Followed by a dry, stubborn chortle. âI spent months on the road with you, and itâs like you just hung me out to dry. That fucking sucked.â Averting your eyes, you peered at the shining floorboards.
She nodded, frowning at your downcast expression. But, there was an element of proudness. Give or take a few weeks back, youâd argue her down over anything. However, this time, vulnerability leaked from you. Poured from your words and demeanor like liquid gold. âI know, and Iâm really sorry. It was fucked up. But it will never happen againâ I swear to you.â
âWhat if something else comes up?â You question, chewing on the skin inside your lip.
âIâll clue you inâ every time.â
You hummed, raising an eyebrow. âWhatâs the status on you and Dina?â
Ellie rubs her nose with her index finger, ready to answer your rapid-fire questions. âCordial co-parents.â
âDoes she know about us?â
A goofy smile spreads across her plump lips. âWeâre an us?â
Narrowing your eyes at her, fighting a little grin, you responded. âAnswer the question, Ellie!â
âOh, my God! Yes, she knows about us, and sheâs happy for me.â With amused features, she begins to slowly approach you. âNow, are you done with the twenty questions game? Because you havenât accepted my apology onceâŚâ She pouted, sliding her hands over your arms, pulling them from their crossed position.
Batting your eyes at her, feigning thought. The touch of her fingers on you sparked a fire, setting your skin ablaze. Even if it was in your best interest not to accept her apology, you probably still would. The way her eyes looked into you with such gentlenessâit couldnât be replicated by anyone else. âI accept your apologyâŚâ You admit, grazing your fingers up the sleeves of her flannel.
âFuck, yes!â She wasted no time to embrace you, wrapping her arms around your neck. Tightly, you wrapped your arms around her back, leaning your head over her shoulder. âI missed you. I hope youâll let me make it up to you?â
âYou have no choice but to make it up to me.â You spoke against her exposed skin, pecking the side of her neck. âFor the sake of lost time.â
Ellie giggled at the brush of your lips, pulling away with raised eyebrows. âOh, shit. I almost forgotâ be right back.â She runs to your front door pulling it open, and leaning to the side to grab a flipped canvas that was leaning against the outside brick wall. It was the portrait you were considering buying at the art store. âHousewarming present!â She grinned, presenting it in front of herself.
You matched her smile, reaching out to take it from her. âThat woman is totally gay for making this.â
âSo gay. I feel bad for her husband.â
Sharing a laugh, you look back at her, setting the canvas to the side against the wall. Walking up to her, you grabbed her face, caressing the skin of her cheeks. Musing at her earthy features, taking them all in like youâd never see her again. The last time you saw her, itâs like you took it for grantedânot knowing if it was going to be a while before you got to look at her the way you wanted to. Leaning into her, you pressed your lips against hers, unabashedly. Her hands found comfort at the divot of your waist, pulling you flush against her.
Sliding your hands down to the nape of her neck, the kiss deepened. You whined into her mouth when she slipped her tongue between your lips. With the combination of her grip on your waist and the taste of her lips, you wanted to merge your bodiesâso she could never leave your side again. Youâve survived enough tragic loss; was it so bad to want this one thing? The touch of your troubled lover.
Ellie backed you against the wall, muttering against your lips. âI wanna take my time with youâŚâ She began to trail hot kisses over your cheek, down your jaw, to the sensitive parts of your neck. âShow youâŚâ Smack. âJust how muchâŚâ Smack. âI love you.â
Under the waistband of your jeans, you throbbed, but the thing beating inside your chest swelled and beat louder. âYâ You love me?â The tips of your fingers scratched at her scalp, comfortingly. As she pulled her face from your neck, her freckled cheeks flushed.
âYeah, I do.â Her thumb came up to caress your jaw. âI really do.â
That was your cue to completely devour her. You pulled her upstairs, into your bedroom, to ravish herâto ravish each other. Stripping from your clothes to come unto one another with a sickening love. Her lips traced every part of your body; suckling, nibbling, tonguing down the most sensitive parts. Pulling moans from your diaphragm, seamlessly. She cooed for you and spoke filthily in your ear while touching you with a gentle firmness that only she could replicate over and overâmaking you come undone hard. As if the universe came from within you.
Stars, planets, galaxiesâcelestial bodies!
You and Ellie were two halves of one whole. Everything that led up to that beach happened with the purpose of bringing the scorned together. To cancel it out, blossoming something much greater. Somehow, you proved to each other that you were both worth saving. No matter the sin. No matter the guilt. It was all worth it to end up wrapped in her arms, skin to skin, caressing her battered epidermis.
As months progressed, gearing up for the spring season, Ellie had long moved her stuff in. Her easel and unfinished works nestled in the guest room. Her clothes were stuffed beside yours in the drawer before your bed, and the closet beside your door. Bringing in sunrises with sleepy, feathered kisses and innocent touches. It was a dream you both got the chance to live out.
This wasnât enduring or survivingâit was living. Experiencing life.
With your hands covered in dirt, replanting a radish, joyful voices were behind your back. Looking over your shoulder, a tiny frame was trotting toward you, calling your name. Ellie in his trail, with her hands in her pockets.
Gasping, you turned around with a grin. âHey, buddy!â You opened your arms for him to promptly land in them. Keeping your hands far from his jacket so the soil wouldnât dirty him up.
âCareful, JJ, sheâs working!â She tried, pinching the bridge of her nose.
âOh, Ellie, itâs fine.â You waved a dirty hand, sliding them off your fingers, dropping them onto the grass. So you could reach under his arms to hoist him onto your hip. The sun landed just right on his little head, sparkling off his small growing teeth.
Ellieâs lips curled at the sight. âHe wanted to come visit you at work before I dropped him off.â She meandered toward you, pecking your lips.
âJust JJ? Or you, too?â
âBoth of us, whatever.â Playfully, she rolled her eyes. âPlus, I had to remind you of our dinner date tonightâ its mandatory. You canât be late.â Her fingers pushed fallen pieces of your hair from your forehead.
Once you had gotten into the grove of gardening, time flew by. It would go from seven in the morning to eight in the afternoon like it was nothing. Causing you to miss out on some of the plans you made with your generous lover. âYouâve been reminding me since I got up this morning. Trust me, I remember, Ellie.â You squeezed his chubby cheek, cooing at him. âUgh, I love him.â You gushed, peering between him and your girlfriend.
âOh!â You pulled a folded-up paper from your back pocket. âJJ, you wanna do me a big favor?â
His eyebrows lifted, grinning.
âGive your mama back this recipe for me, all right?â He takes the paper in his hands, preparing to unfold it. âPromise me youâll give it to herâŚâ
âI promise!â
âOkay, bud. Tuck it tight into your pocket until you get there.â
Instead of unfolding, he pushed it into the pocket of his coat, messily. Patting it, to let you know it was inside. Kissing him on his cheek, you put him back on the ground. Eyes glancing at the watch on your wrist. âWell, I gotta get back to work.â Your hand found hers by her side, leaning your body toward her arm. âThanks for visiting me, babe. Letting me see that beautiful face of yours.â
Ellie blushed, averting her glazing eyes. You leaned your head closer to hers, warmly kissing her cheek. âMy pleasureâŚâ
âIâm sure.â You teased, inconspicuously biting her ear. Quick enough that it went unseen to the surrounding people, and JJ as he played with the leaves sticking out of the garden. Ellie released an airy sigh, narrowing her eyes at you. She whined your name as if she were embarrassed. âDonât be like thatâ you know I love you.â
âI love you more⌠But you have to chill. Mrs Hayworth is right there.â
âYou donât know Mrs Hayworth like I do.â You snicker, waving a hand to the older woman a few bins away. The salt and pepper haired woman waved, sending a teasing wink. Ellie looked back at your with confused, and slightly horrified, features. âIâll tell you about it later. At the dinner Iâm not going to be late to.â
âAnd you better not.â Ellie poked you, with pouty lips.
âEllie, I wonât.â
âOkay, I believe you.â She kissed you one more time. A little longer. A little deeper. âI wonât keep you from the vegetables anymore. JJ, say buh-byes.â He jumps from a squat, waving his hand with a smile. âIâll see you later. Câmon, kid.â Ellie hoisted him up into her hip and began walking back the way she came to deliver him to Dinaâs. Leaving you with metaphorical heart eyes, pulling your gloves back onto your hands.
And, when later came; over a hearty chicken dinner prepared by Ellie Williams herself, a shiny silver band was presented to you in the pages of a book. Laying over an underlined and highlighted excerpt of the bookâsomething you highlighted. It was a novel you had finished sometime between the end of December and early January.
ââWhat greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for lifeâto strengthen each other in all labour, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?ââ Ellie had recited, evenly. With not a speckle of wavering, or awkwardness, or pauseâunless it was intentional. âAdam Bede. Your favorite book⌠I hope itâs your favorite book.â
Jumping from your chair across from her, you leaped into her arms after placing the book into the dinner table. Pecking your lips across her face. âYes! Yes! Ellie, a million fucking times, yes!â
âI didnât even ask the question.â She laughed in your ear, looking up at you with dilated pupils.
Pulling back, you narrowed your tearing eyes at her. âYou donât have to. I already said yes.â
âBut isnât that the exciting part⌠Popping the question?â
You scrunched your eyebrows. âI thought the exciting part was me saying yes to marrying youâŚ?â
Ellie spent days studying George Eliot, hours setting up the dinner, and minutes shaking with anxiety. Working herself up to saying those magic four words, only for your to swipe the chance right from under her. And, honestly, she loved you more for it. âAll right, can I at least put the damn ring on your finger?â
ââCourse, you can, Els.â You pull the book toward you, opening it up on the page with the ring. Ellie takes it from your fingers, glancing at you with opalescent olive eyes. She slid it onto your ring finger, delicately twisting the band around. You grinned, hopelessly, with your bottom lip between your teeth.
Her hand trailed up your arm, squeezing. âMy lucky charmâŚâ She muttered, thoughtfully.
âIâm all yours.â You lean close to her lips, glancing at them. âAnd youâre all mine.â
Neither of you were able to finish the dinner while it was hot.
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#millersfinest#ellie williams#lesbian#ellie williams imagine#ellie williams x reader#ellie tlou#ellie williams fluff#lgbtq#ellie williams smut
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love story- jh86
summery- love story by taylor swift, jack hughes version
dani's thoughts - yay another fic out!!!
warnings- nothing just pure fluff
We were both young when I first saw you
It was the first day of high school and Jack Hughes couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on. You had a dazzling smile that could light up the entire room. Jack felt his heart skip a beat as he watched you from across the hallway. As he walked past you, your guy's eyes met for a brief moment and Jack felt a strange connection to you. Â
After that, Jack found himself making excuses to walk past your locker in hopes of catching another glimpse of you. Eventually, fate stepped in and you and Jack were paired up for a group project in English class. As the two of you worked on the project together, Jack found himself growing closer to you.Â
âMaybe we can do this instead?â You asked Jack, wondering how to fix the mistake the two of you made. Instead of being worried about the project, Jack was too busy looking at you, the way your hair frames your face, how your face lightly scrunched up as you thought. âJack?â you questioned, waving your hand in front of his face.
âOh- urhm, yeah that's good!â Jack stuttered out, his face turning a beautiful shade of red.
âOhh kayâ you responded, going back to writing.
You were Romeo, you were throwinâ pebbles and my daddy said âStay away from Julietâ
The sound of a hockey puck hitting the boards echoed through the empty rink as you watched from the bleachers. It was a late practice, and most of the team had already left. But your boyfriend, Jack wasnât quite done yet. He was the last to skate, always pushing himself a little longer than the rest, always a bit more determined to be the best.
You sat with your knees pulled up to your chest, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone, though your eyes kept flicking up to watch Jack. The way he moved on the ice, the confidence in every stride, every shot.Â
âStay away from him, (Y/N). Heâs trouble.â
Youâd heard those words so many times that they had started to feel like a broken record in your head. But despite your fatherâs warnings, you couldnât help the way your heart raced whenever you saw Jack, or how he made you feel when he smiled at you. Finally, as he finished up his last lap around the rink, he skated over to the bench where you were sitting. He pulled off his helmet, his damp hair sticking to his forehead, and threw a towel over his shoulder.
âHey, what are you doing here so late?â he asked, his voice warm, though there was an edge to it.
You shrugged, trying to act casual.
 âJust needed some air. You know, thinking about⌠stuff.â
Jack raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. He leaned against the bench, crossing his arms, looking at you with that trademark smirk of his.Â
âStuff, huh? Youâre not gonna tell me what kind of âstuffâ youâre thinking about?â
You bit your lip. You knew he was trying to get a rise out of you. Jack had a way of doing thatâmaking you feel like you were the only one in the room, even if there were a hundred people around.
You hesitated.Â
âI was thinking about⌠us.â
He stopped mid-smirk, his gaze softening.Â
âUs?â
You nodded, your heart thudding in your chest.Â
âYeah. My dad. He doesnât want me to be around you. He thinks you're bad news.â
âI mean Iâm not a saintâ Jack let out a laugh, but there was no humor to it.
âI just want you to know, even if my dad doesnât like you, I do, and thats what matters. My dad doesnât see you when you get me flowers, or when you do little things for me. He only sees how you act on the ice as how you act in public. I see every part of you, and I love you.â you explain, looking up at him, both of you having tears in your eyes.Â
âCmon lets get out of here before I cry on the iceâ Jack said softly
Later, as you and Jack wandered through the streets under the cover of darkness, the world felt like it belonged to just the two of you. You forgot about everything else,about your dadâs warnings. All that mattered was the feeling of Jackâs hand in yours, the sound of his laughter in the air, and the way he made you feel like nothing could go wrong.
So close your eyes Escape this town for a little while, oh oh
The evening air was warm but fading, the last remnants of daylight slipping away like the final notes of a song you didnât want to end. You leaned against the hood of your car, watching the orange glow of the setting sun bleed into the horizon. It had been a long day. A long month, really. The constant pressure, the expectations, the routineâit all felt so heavy sometimes. You needed a break, needed to get away, even if it was just for a little while.
Thatâs when you saw the headlights coming down the road.
You smiled to yourself. Of course, it was Jack. He always knew when you needed a little escape.
The engine of his truck rumbled softly as he pulled up beside you. The moment the car stopped, he was already getting out, his familiar grin lighting up his face. You couldn't help but smile back, even though the weight of everything still tugged at you.
"Hey," he said, walking over to you with that relaxed, confident stride. "You ready to go?"
"Go?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Go where?"
Jack's grin only widened.Â
"I donât know. Somewhere better than here. Somewhere we can just... forget about everything. You in?"
You hesitated for only a moment. You knew what he was asking. You could already feel the excitement buzzing beneath your skin. Jack had this way of making things seem like they were going to be exactly what you needed, even when you didnât know what you needed yourself.
"Yeah," you said, pushing yourself off the hood of the car. "Letâs go."
The two of you didnât have a set destination. You never really did when it came to Jack. He wasnât about planning, and somehow, that made everything feel a little more thrilling. He pulled out of your quiet suburban neighborhood, the low hum of the tires on the road accompanying the soft music playing from the radio.
"Think weâll be back by sunrise?" you asked, your voice light with amusement, but also that quiet, giddy thrill that came with running away from everything.
Jack shrugged, his eyes glinting with mischief.Â
"Who says we have to go back at all?"
You laughed softly, but the idea lingered in the back of your mind. Maybe Jack didnât feel the pressure the way you did. Maybe he didnât have the same worries about responsibilities and future decisions hanging over his head. You envied that about him sometimes. But there was also something freeing about being with him, about leaving it all behind, even if just for a few hours.
The town faded away, the bright lights replaced by the soft glow of moonlight as you drove down empty back roads, the windows rolled down, the air cooling your skin.
"So, whatâs the plan?" you asked, turning your head toward him as he navigated the winding road. "What are we running away from this time?"
Jack gave you a sideways glance, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. "Not running away," he said softly. "Just... escaping. For a little while."
You were quiet for a moment, letting his words settle in. There was something about the way he said itâso simply, so effortlesslyâthat made everything feel like it would be okay. Like the world outside this little bubble of time you were creating didnât matter.
"So close your eyes," Jack added, almost like he was reading your mind. "Weâll escape this town for a little while. No one can stop us."
You didnât hesitate. You closed your eyes, just for a second, and let the rhythm of the truckâs engine, the cool breeze, and Jackâs presence wash over you. It wasnât about where you were goingâit was about being with him, leaving the small things behind, even if just for the moment.
Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
The night was still young, but it was already the kind of evening where the world seemed to quiet down. The sound of cicadas hummed lazily in the background, and the cool, crisp air of late summer hung around like a promise of change. You were sitting on the porch of your apartment, your feet tucked up underneath you as you leaned against the railing, watching the stars blink lazily in the dark sky above.
It had been one of those week, busy, hectic, filled with things that you had to do rather than the things you wanted to do. Work, friends, family, social obligations. Sometimes it felt like there wasnât a moment for yourself, let alone a moment with Jack.
But tonight was different.
You glanced at your phone, checking the time for what felt like the hundredth time. Jack had texted you earlier, promising heâd be over soon. And now, as the minutes stretched on, your anticipation only grew.
Just as you were about to head inside, your phone buzzed with a new message.
Jack: "Iâm here, just pulled up."
You smiled to yourself, already feeling that familiar excitement bubble up inside you. Jack was the kind of guy who always knew how to make things feel effortless. Even when life got chaotic, when schedules collided and time seemed to slip through your fingers, he always found a way to make sure you had your moments.
You grabbed your jacket from the chair beside you, stepping off the porch just as Jackâs truck rolled up to the curb. He parked, cut the engine, and hopped out with that same easy confidence that never failed to make your heart race.
âHey,â you said softly as he approached, feeling the soft night breeze tug at your hair. Jack was wearing a hoodie and jeans, looking effortlessly casual yet impossibly cute.
âHey,â Jack grinned, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. He immediately stepped forward, pulling you into a hug that felt like a quiet reassurance. His arms wrapped around you as if to say, Iâm here, and everything else can wait. You breathed him in, his scent, the warmth of his skin, the feeling of home.
After a beat, he pulled away slightly, cupping your face in his hands.Â
âI missed you,â he murmured, his voice low and tender, as if the rush of the world had quieted just for the two of you.
âI missed you too,â you whispered back, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, the connection between you both undeniable.
Jackâs gaze softened as he looked down at you, his lips curling into a smile.Â
âI was thinking,â he started, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. âWhat if we got away? Just the two of us. Somewhere we can be alone.â
You blinked, your heart skipping a beat. You didnât need him to say much else; you knew exactly what he meant. He was always so thoughtful, so aware of the small moments where you both could just step outside the chaos and into something that was just about the two of you.
You grinned, stepping back slightly to look him in the eyes. â
Somewhere we can be alone?â you repeated, a playful edge in your voice. âYou really think you can get me to leave the city and have an adventure with you?â
Jack chuckled, his fingers brushing against yours.Â
âYou know I can,â he teased, his voice light. âAll you have to do is say yes.â
You didnât need much more convincing.Â
âAlright, Romeo. Take me somewhere we can be alone.â
Jackâs smile widened, and without another word, he took your hand, leading you toward his truck. You could feel the weight of the world lifting as he opened the door for you, his hands gentle, as if everything in this moment was somehow sacred.
The ride was easy, the kind of drive that made you feel like the world was behind you and everything ahead was a little more exciting. The radio played quietly in the background, a mix of old songs and new tunes, the soft glow of the streetlights fading as Jack drove you both toward the outskirts of town.
You didnât ask where you were going. It didnât matter. With Jack, there was something freeing about letting go of control, about letting him lead you to a place where you could forget everything else.
Youâll never have to be alone, I love you and that's all I really know
It was one of those rare, quiet afternoons where time seemed to stretch, where the usual noise of the world quieted down, and all you could hear was the steady rhythm of your own heartbeat. You were curled up on the couch in Jackâs apartment, a soft blanket draped over your legs, while the faint sounds of an old playlist you both loved filled the room.
Jack was sitting beside you, his arm around your shoulders, a half-empty coffee cup in his hand. He hadnât said much, but the comfort of his presence was enough. Sometimes, there was no need for words.
The week had been hectic, meetings, practices, and everything in between. Jack had a big game coming up, and you could see the exhaustion written on his face. But in these quiet moments, when the world outside was on pause, everything felt like it could wait. All that mattered was now.
You shifted slightly, your head finding its way to his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling you into a peaceful calm. His hand rested gently on your waist, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin.
"You know," Jack murmured after a while, his voice soft and warm, "sometimes I forget how much I love these quiet moments. Just us."
You smiled against his shirt, the weight of the words making your heart swell. You had always loved how easy it was to be with him, how, even in the rush of his busy life, he always found time for you.
"You say that now," you teased, glancing up at him with a playful smirk, "but wait until the next practice or game. You'll be back to your crazy, high-energy self."
Jack laughed, the sound of it filling your chest with warmth.Â
"I guess you're right." He paused, then added, his tone shifting into something more sincere, "But even when everythingâs moving fast, you're the one thing I know I can count on. I love you. And that's all I really know."
Your breath caught in your throat, his words landing like a soft touch against your soul. You lifted your head slightly to look at him, his brown eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart race.
"You never have to be alone, you know that, right?" he added, his voice gentle but unwavering. "Not as long as Iâm here."
There was something in the way he said itâlike he meant every word, like he was offering you a promise. And in that moment, you knew with certainty that no matter what happened, no matter where life took you both, Jack would always be there.
You reached up to cup his face in your hands, studying the curve of his jaw, the warmth of his skin, the way his lips turned up ever so slightly when he looked at you.Â
"I know," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I feel it every day. I love you, Jack."
He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made your heart flutter in your chest. "Iâm never going anywhere," he murmured, pulling you closer until his forehead was resting against yours.Â
"Youâll never have to be alone."
The world outside continued to move, people rushing through their busy lives, their own challenges and struggles. But here, in this little bubble of calm, time seemed to stop. It was just the two of you, and that was enough.
"Youâre my person, (Y/N)," Jack said, his words so quiet, so intimate. "And Iâm yours."
You nodded, a slow smile forming as you wrapped your arms around him, letting yourself melt into the comfort of his embrace.Â
"I know," you repeated softly, the words sinking deep into your heart. "And thatâs all I really need."
For a long while, neither of you said anything more. You didnât need to. The quiet moments, the stillness between you, were enough to convey everything that words couldnât. And in the stillness of those moments, you knew that you were home.
As Jack gently kissed the top of your head, you realized that love didnât have to be complicated. It didnât have to be grand gestures or sweeping declarations. Sometimes, love was found in the quiet, in the little things, in the promise that no matter what, youâd always have each other.
And with Jack, you knew you would never have to be alone.
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But he wasn't look out the bank of windows out towards the beach, in fact, he had his back turned to it. Because he was looking at you.
He is so whipped đ¤
Under normal circumstances, heâd take the hint and move on. And even if his mom hadnât raised him right- which she had- Rooster knew that just because someone was nice didnât mean they were interested. Especially when it was their job.
Carole would slap him from beyond the grave
It was more than the way you always seemed to catch him looking, because you were looking right back. Or the way youâd slip him a free drink every now and then, saying it was on the house. Or the way you found a way to brush past him a little too close whenever you'd swing by with more peanuts for Bob or a fresh round of drinks for his friends.
Just some little coincidences đ¤
You were so damn smart and funny as hell. Heâd taken to spending less time on his ESPN app and more time on the NYT trying to find interesting topics to get to spend a extra few minutes with you. Nothing felt better than earning a smile from you.
That's some dedication, I respect that
"Now I know you're teasing me." He sets his phone down and levels a look at you. "Because we both know you catch me looking often enough to know the answer to that." You press your lips together, but the corners curl up anyways. And then your eyes drop purposefully down. The two of you stare at his phone sitting on the shiny bar top. "You wouldn't," he rasps. "I think I'm legally obligated to. There's a very official wood sign and everything." You look the picture of innocence, but you don't fool him. "Sweetheart, c'mon." "Are you asking me to bend the rules for you? Just because Penny isn't here?"
Not even those baby cow eyes can convince her, which is unstable when it's about Penny's rules, I wouldn't dare going against them either (not even for a pair of baby cow eyes) âđť
"I think you enjoyed that." You smile wider and don't deny it. "I can't lie, it is a fun perk of the job."
Big bonus of that job, I would enjoy it immense every time hehe
He sighs. "And here I thought we had something special." "Stop that, you're too pretty to pout," you tease.
Facts đ¤đ¤ˇđťââď¸
"Mmhm. I thought it from the moment I saw you strut through that door." You say it like you're letting him in on a secret. "And thereâs something you should probably know about me." He leans in closer. "And what's that?" You mirror him, leaning in as well and resting your elbows on the counter. Your face is just inches from his. âIâm really good at getting into trouble.â
I can't decide if I wanna be her or be with her đ¤đ¤
He grins. âIâm gonna marry you one day.â You tip your head back and laugh, itâs the best sound he thinks heâs ever heard.Â
Rooster is like:
"Alas, it appears I have another gentleman caller," you sing, reaching for the towel and waving it like a handkerchief in his direction. "Guess I'll be seeing you around, Bradley. Maybe at the end of an aisle, who knows, the night is young."
This made me giggle
I loved this story so much!! She is so smooth and Bradley is so in love, the perfect combo for amazing banter đđť
A prompt party, Alexa? How in the world did I miss that? I'd be over the moon if you could write a little something for Bradley + "iâm gonna marry you one day." 𪊠â¨
Rebecca! Now you know Iâm always down to write a little something for a smitten Bradley! I hope you enjoy!
It was a surprisingly quiet night at the Hard Deck.
You could actually hear the music playing out of Penny's old juke box, rather than just the faint essence of notes for whatever oldie was queued up over the usual rowdy ruckus. And there were more empty chairs scattered about than there were taken ones.
It was one of the rare rainy days they got in San Diego. The gray skies and drizzle driving even the best of Uncle Sam's finest under blankets and curled up on couches.
Bradley always liked the moody weather. He liked the way the clouds seemed to cling to the coastline. He liked the rough rolling waves as they broke against the shore with more force than they usually did.
But he wasn't look out the bank of windows out towards the beach, in fact, he had his back turned to it.
Because he was looking at you.
Bradley had been trying to ask you out for the better part of two months now. And he was starting to think that you were giving him the runaround.
He'd learned that first evening that you were only filling in as a favor to Penny- she and your mom went way back as sorority sisters- for a few months as Jimmy recovered from his knee replacement surgery.
Under normal circumstances, heâd take the hint and move on. And even if his mom hadnât raised him right- which she had- Rooster knew that just because someone was nice didnât mean they were interested. Especially when it was their job.
But he couldnât kick the feeling that there was something there.
All he needed was one date to prove it.
It was more than the way you always seemed to catch him looking, because you were looking right back. Or the way youâd slip him a free drink every now and then, saying it was on the house. Or the way you found a way to brush past him a little too close whenever you'd swing by with more peanuts for Bob or a fresh round of drinks for his friends.
You were so damn smart and funny as hell. Heâd taken to spending less time on his ESPN app and more time on the NYT trying to find interesting topics to get to spend a extra few minutes with you. Nothing felt better than earning a smile from you.
But any time he got close to asking you out or asking for your number, you were pulled away by something or another. The sound of broken glass. A pointed throat clearing from a thirsty patron. An emergency trip to the storage closet.
Rain was good luck in some places, and Bradley needed all the luck he could get. It hadnât been on his side in the past two month, but tonight was his night. He was sure of it.
Especially considering he was the only person seated at the bar.
You'd been popping out and checking on people, delivering refills personally to the few people who had braved the elements instead of having them come up to the bar.
Rooster was patient, he didn't mind waiting his turn. After all, he had a shiny new NYT subscription to keep him company.
He smiles to himself when you work your way back to the bar, grabbing the bowl of limes and a cutting board, and setting up right in front of him. He watches as you deftly slice and quarter the limes into wedges, their bright scent clinging in the air.
âWhy does it feel like Iâve seen less of you tonight than I do when this place is packed?â Bradley asks, saving the article he was midway through before closing out of the app completely.
âIâm just a one woman show here tonight, I told Penny to stay home." You're tidy and efficient in the way you store the prepped wedges and work to clean up the already immaculate bar. "It's means a bit more running around for me. But I don't mind, I like to keep busy."
"So I've noticed."
You look up at him from under your lashes, as you wipe down the prep space. "Have you been keeping tabs on me, Rooster?"
"Now I know you're teasing me." He sets his phone down and levels a look at you. "Because we both know you catch me looking often enough to know the answer to that."
You press your lips together, but the corners curl up anyways.
"Oh, Bradley," you say with a soft sigh. "Bradley, Bradley, Bradley..."
And then your eyes drop purposefully down.
The two of you stare at his phone sitting on the shiny bar top.
"You wouldn't," he rasps.
"I think I'm legally obligated to. There's a very official wood sign and everything." You look the picture of innocence, but you don't fool him.
"Sweetheart, c'mon."
"Are you asking me to bend the rules for you? Just because Penny isn't here?" You tsk, with a self-satisfied smile. "And here I thought you were a Boy Scout."
Bradley just shakes his head amused as you sashay up to the bell and give it a loud, long ring. A couple whoops go up in response, but no one gets up. Yet.
You walk back towards him with an all too pleased smile.
"I think you enjoyed that."
You smile wider and don't deny it. "I can't lie, it is a fun perk of the job."
He sighs. "And here I thought we had something special."
"Stop that, you're too pretty to pout," you tease. "You gave me no choice. I don't make the rules, I just follow them. And as much as I love Penny, I have a healthy dose of-"
"-fear-"
You smirk. "I was going to say respect. But also you're not wrong."
"And what about me?" he asks, sitting up straighter on his stool. "What are your impressions of me?"
"Oh you?" You tilt your head to the side, letting your gaze linger on his face as you muse. "You look like trouble."
"Do I now?"
"Mmhm. I thought it from the moment I saw you strut through that door." You say it like you're letting him in on a secret. "And thereâs something you should probably know about me."
He leans in closer. "And what's that?"
You mirror him, leaning in as well and resting your elbows on the counter. Your face is just inches from his. âIâm really good at getting into trouble.â
He grins. âIâm gonna marry you one day.â
You tip your head back and laugh, itâs the best sound he thinks heâs ever heard.Â
âThatâs a bold statement from the man who still has yet to ask me out on a date.â
He opens his mouth, to do just that, after months of failed attempts. And then another one of the patrons saddles up to the bar, waving you down for your attention.
Rooster groans.
"Alas, it appears I have another gentleman caller," you sing, reaching for the towel and waving it like a handkerchief in his direction. "Guess I'll be seeing you around, Bradley. Maybe at the end of an aisle, who knows, the night is young."
The smile you give him promises that this conversation isn't over yet.
You spin away from him and donât give him a second glance as you head over towards the thirsty man whose beer is going on his tab, but thereâs a sway in your hips that wasnât there before.
And Bradley thinks to himself, this is going to be fun.Â
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DOCTOR WHO AU???
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HERE YOU GO. i am just rambling
it ended up being super long, so. under the cut :)
okay so i'm still not sure if it'd be better for y/n to be the doctor or the dca. because on the one hand y/n being the doctor makes them a very very lonely last time lord who outlives all the companions they've tried to keep over the years, who saw two robots (bc i think it'd be better if they were separate in this instance) and went "oh my god. companions who will never die.", thus getting immediately attached. and sun and moon are fascinated by this otherworldly being who looks completely human to every single one of their sensors EXCEPT the fact that they have two hearts. one for each of them WHO SAID THAT anyway since obviously the doctor needs an accompanying master if y/n is the doctor i think maybe vanessa as the master would work. something something vanessa was an old friend who turned to the dark side (afton, somehow??? maybe afton WIAIT MAYBE AFTON WAS THat one super important time lord in the time lord council or whatever they're called from the end of season four and he's DETERMINED to have the time lords come back and that's why vanessa does all that oh my god it all makes sense). and y/n is always hoping she'll leave old ghosts behind but she can't and it's devastating every time aughh... and meanwhile y'know the dca are childcare animatronics but they know and can see troubles in any age and they're seeing a worrying amount of unhealthy coping mechanisms in this mysterious "doctor," so much so that they wonder if this doctor needs a doctor of their own. because even if the doctor is a different species they still need all the basic necessities of life that a human does and the dca are very specifically programmed to help humans. so they're just about perfect to help y/n!!!! and umm i think being able to see the universe is a super big deal to a couple of animatronics who were confined to a daycare their whole lives. maybe the inciting incident to their initial meeting had something to do with aliens trying to take down the human race through the children. and the dca notice the children acting strange and start going for help but no one's listening to them because they're "just robots" and it's frustrating and awful and they keep trying until by some coincidence they manage to inform y/n about it and y/n LISTENS to them doesn't ignore them and that's literally the ONLY THING they were asking for and y/n is the only one to give it to them. and then they work together (and isn't that wild for the dca, working with a perceived human instead of working under them, being able to make suggestions and offer ideas and not being brushed off!!!) and solve the mystery and defeat the terrible aliens who were using children for their master plan but due to all of it the dca's daycare is destroyed. and the dca has nowhere to go but stupid fazbear entertainment. and they've almost resigned themselves to returning to the hell of being nothing but an object for a giant corporation... until y/n says "come with me." and the dca say "yes."
ah right um on the other hand. time lord dca. two ideas i had: one, the master could be eclipse. then there'd be secondary idea one-A where the dca are in one body and one-B where they're separate. dunno about that one because a big thing with the doctor is that they're the SINGLE last time lord other than the master and they're desperate for companionship because of that. idea two: one half of the dca is the doctor and the other half is the master. prolly sun being doctor and moon being master but i could absolute see the other way around as well! then it hurts even more because they're two halves of the same whole, literally The Sun and The Moon as maybe they've chosen as titles instead of doctor and master actually. but the thing about the sun is that everything else orbits around it while the moon only revolves about the earth. wait oh my god that's fantastic actually. Sun taking the Master role because everything must be circling him, he must be at the center of everything, without him everything would flicker out and die, HE'S the most important thing and he needs EVERYONE to KNOW. and the most frustrating thing is that the moon is so so so enamored by the stupid earth and its stupid humans to pay enough attention to him. only one half of that moon is ever facing him but he needs all of its attention, he needs to see it all, and if he needs to rip the moon out of its orbit to do that then he WILL. meanwhile Moon is the little saving grace of the earth, so far away and unnoticeable that the humans don't notice his aid (like how the moon causes the tides). if the earth stopped spinning he'd be there to start them it again (anyone seen that one comic from the "what if?" book? yeah). no matter what he is there to keep earth and the humans safe, even if it's from the bright burning star that they rely on for life. and he's so so lonely, doing his best in the shadows, alone without his counterpart that has long been lost to time (or so he thinks) until he stumbles upon y/n and can't bear to let go. so when Sun returns, hoping his grand motions will capture Moon's heart, he is devastated to see Moon instead clinging tight to this small, insignificant life form. what about him? what about all the time they'd spent together? what happened to the sun and the moon? why is he not enough? and from devastation comes rage. from rage turns destruction. and, unfortunately for Sun, Moon despises destruction.
...or something like that.
#fnaf#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#dialogue dump#drabble dump#hoo boy looks like i made two different doctor who aus by accident. um. you're welcome?#this was great! haven't straight up rambled my ideas in a long time. thanks anon <3#dca who au
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The Loyal Pin - Episode 15
Before I actually began this recap, let me just bask in Patricia freaking the hell out when Kuea's pregnant wife, who she was warned about, actually shows up to the wedding she forced onto Pin.
Well it if isn't the consequences to your dumb ass actions, Patricia!
LOOK AT HER!
Oh shit! And now Pin has passed the hell out! I knew a girl in high school who would pass out whenever she got in trouble, and we all thought it was a medical condition at first, but one time, she passed out on the band field during morning practice, yet fell in such a way that her flute didn't get damaged, and the entire band spread that news like wildfire, so I, a kid who would NEVER be caught dead near the band hall, heard about it by second period, and homegirl was roasted accordingly in fourth period Stats when someone told her to pass out before the test so we could get out of taking it but to make sure not to damage her the calculator. Point is - Pin is band girl. This is triflin' behavior. This is not a medical condition.
And Prik is just rubbing salt in her wounds. "Anin was fighting all the way until the bitter end for your love, but once she realized you were still going to marry a man who had a whole ass pregnant wife, she decided to go to the beach instead of attending your dumb wedding"
I really disliked Aon at the start of this show, but now her faces with Anin on this beach trip are amazing because Anin is going through it, and Aon is just like, "You wanna put some cucumbers on your eyes since you've been crying so much." She is helping, but also judging, and I like that.
This is what a true ally looks like. Shit was going DOWN in his palace, and all he could think about was telling his sister.
Take notes, Anon! Ya sloppy!
Look how happy a Blue Beauty is when her girlfriend's wedding is stopped by the pregnant woman nobody would believe existed. She is smiling for love. I'm smiling for spite.
And Pin is wearing Anin's color as she, too, looks up at the sky. Glad Prik's little guilt trip worked.
PENELOPE, NO! NOT AGAIN, GIRL!
Okay, existential crisis Barbie. Quit being so damn dramatic.
Penelope planned to go through with that wedding, yet is acting all sad because Anin didn't immediately rush back to her. BARBARA! YOU'RE DOING TOO MUCH, SIS!
And now Patricia is wearing Pin's color to show she cares. You know what would show she cares? Her actually apologizing TO PIN! Her saying "sorry I fucked up and told you to die" or something like that. Doesn't haven't to be those exact words, but anything would be better than the NOTHING she is doing right now.
Penelope always has a dream about Anin leaving her or DYING, and even in her dreams, Penelope is too damn dramatic. ÂĄCĂĄlmate, gĂźey!
Wait. Is this green or orange? Someone needs to get the colorist on the phone because night time does not make a dress an entirely different color!
But the entire scene is beautiful, so the colorist made some decisions, and I cannot say they were bad decisions.
Anin laughing while Penelope is in pain is food for my petty soul.
Because Penelope is too smart to be this dumb! How did she not realize that Anin was upset that she was marrying a man and moving that man into her palace? Anin TOLD her that, but did she think Anin was joking? WTF, girl. Shut that pretty mouth of yours. I've heard enough stupidity come out of those beautiful lips for a lifetime.
Now Anin is laughing at Penelope in the house! Thank goodness because Penelope is still wildin' with these ridiculous questions! She knows nothing happened between Anin and these other women because she HEARD Anin crying about her MARRYING A MAN, yet has the audacity to pout. Penelope, just pass out again, so we can stop hearing you say irrational shit.
Anin is wiping her down with a blue towel *wink* but the green/orange dress is throwing me for a loop, so I cannot properly enjoy this.
For two chicks that just got back together after shit hit the fan when their relationship was exposed, they do not have any sense of self-preservation. Standing out on the balcony hugging each other after having sex is a choice. The wrong one.
WHY IS ANIN APOLOGIZING TO PATRICIA?! And why hasn't Patricia apologized to Pin?! And why is Anin still wearing green?! She is not a Green Girl! There is nothing chill about Anin!
There is one episode left and I need Patricia to apologize to Pin and for Anin to wear pink for her Pink Person because Pin is struggling with her color still. Quit playing with my emotions, show!
This mama is scared. She has me convinced that the closet is better than telling the dad. I'd listen to her, but Anin would never because she has no chill; therefore, she is not a Green Girl. GET THAT COLOR OUTTA HERE!
At long last, we have made it to the final boss. I don't play video games, but if this is anything like Kirby, shit's about to get messy!
But I know all will end well since Anin still has to wear pink to solidify her love for Pin.
Or this really will be the final stage of Kirby.
Pink. On Body. NOW!
#the loyal pin#the colors mean things#color coded girls in love#episode fifteen#I hate Patricia#and I'm pissed at Pin#but I love this show#kuea was defeated#patricia has been humbled#so now it's time for the final boss#AND FOR ANIN TO WEAR PINK!
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Sorry if this has already been answered, but what did Seedstar do during her reign?
Excerpt from my notes document:
"Seedstar was a deluded, slithering manipulator with a powerful righteousness complex and wormed her way into power by spreading lies and seeding doubt throughout SnowClan of the deputy at the time, Spidershadow. Seedwhisker began to slowly increase the pressure on Spidershadow by constantly undermining him, secretly causing trouble, luring foxes and dogs into the territory, and generally causing mayhem behind the scenes.Â
Over time, SnowClan began to worry more and more about Spidershadowâs stress and paranoia, until Seedwhisker finally attacked him in a thunderstorm where he couldn't recognize her. Convinced he would die if he stayed there and not feeling like he could trust anyone, Spidershadow fled towards RainClan territory. There, the elderly Antstar and his deputy Newtfoot took him in, but he was a wreck for a long time. Seedwhisker, then being a young and strong cat but still having lots of experience, became the next obvious deputy.Â
But Seedwhisker wasnât satisfied, of course. She knew she had divine right from StarClan to be a leader, that she had been born for the role. All these pretenders were only getting in her way and keeping SnowClan from being its best. So with little effort, she led Pikestar out to a nearby mud quarry, and one little push was all it took. SnowClan found his body four days later at the bottom of a ravine, and all assumed he had slipped and fallen in the slick, rainy weather. And finally, Seedstar ascended to leadership. Quickly, though, it was made obvious that Seedstar had never been cut out for a leader. She focused on no one but herself - when the Clan was going hungry, Seedstarâs belly was always full. If another leader insulted her at a Gathering or on a patrol, she would send immediate attacks that resulted in bloody losses for SnowClan. Her deputy was a spineless she-cat named Graystorm that did anything and everything Seedstar ever asked without any pushback, desperate to hold onto the position. Slowly and steadily all the Clans around the lake began to suffer, with Seedstar happy and powerful. This all went on for moons and moons, ending up to be a brutal regime.
Until finally, Newtfoot of RainClan had enough. She had spoken with Spidershadow before, in one of his rare calmer states, and started connecting the dots. Putting two and two together, Newtfoot told Antstar everything she knew. Outraged, Antstar and Newtfoot finally confronted Seedstar while she was out in the woods. She had many of her warriors with her, but as she snapped at them to attack, none of them moved. Even Graystorm just squirmed and backed away. Seedstar was silent for a second, then threw back her head and roared with laughter. Through it, she hissed that StarClan would come and protect her divine right as leader. Digging her claws into the ground, she waited. And waited. And as Antstar and Newtfoot fell upon Seedstar, nothing had ever come. Seedstarâs reign ended in SnowClan, and Graystorm and several other of Seedstarâs supporters were exiled from the Clans. A precocious and brave cat named Owlcreek was made into Owlstar, naming a young warrior called Dawnmist as deputy. Newtfoot, seeing Seedstarâs violent and aggressive reign up close and personal, vowed to lead RainClan into a more peaceful future than Seedstar would have ever brought.Â
Know this; Seedstar was not manipulated by the Dark Forest, or evil cats in her life. Nor was she swayed by some wicked StarClan cat. Seedwhisker, and then Seedstar, was simply an egocentric, entitled cat that felt she deserved power and deluded herself into seeing StarClanâs signs in natural life where there were none, and basing her actions upon that."
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"Atta Girl."
Ellie x reader
Reader gets injured, Ellie gets protective.
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The morning sun peeked through the heavy clouds over Jackson as you pulled on your jacket. Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, her leg bouncing anxiously. Her fingers fiddled with the loose thread on her flannel, and you could feel the tension radiating off her.
âYou sure you have to go?â Ellie asked, her voice tight.
You stepped closer and rested your hands on her shoulders. âItâs just a patrol, Ellie. Jesse and I will be fine.â
She scoffed, shaking her head. âYeah, âcause nothing ever goes wrong on patrols.â
You bent down, forcing her to meet your eyes. âIâll be careful. I promise.â
Her hands gripped your wrists, holding you there for a moment longer. âI hate this. Youâre too damn important to me toââ She stopped herself, letting out a frustrated sigh. âJust⌠donât do anything stupid, okay?â
You smiled softly, brushing her bangs out of her face. âStupid? Me? Never.â
Despite herself, she smirked, but the worry never left her eyes. She stood and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. âYou better come back in one piece.â
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The patrol started off quiet. Jesse was his usual easygoing self, cracking jokes as you both scanned the snowy woods for any signs of trouble.
âEllie didnât look too happy about this,â he commented as the two of you dismounted your horses to check a suspicious cabin.
âShe worries,â you replied, shrugging. âItâs her thing.â
âYeah, well, Iâd worry too if my girl had to patrol with a guy as handsome as me.â
You rolled your eyes. âOh, please. She knows youâre more into Dina than you are into this patrol.â
He laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âYou got me there.â
But the light mood didnât last. As you exited the cabin, the sound of crunching snow caught your attention. Before you could fully turn around, a group of four armed strangers emerged from the treeline, surrounding you and Jesse.
âWell, well,â one of them sneered, a wiry man with a scar across his jaw. âWhat do we have here?â
Jesseâs hand twitched toward his pistol, but the man raised his rifle. âAh, ah. Wouldnât do that if I were you.â
They were after you. You could see it in the way their eyes lingered, their leering gazes making your skin crawl. When one of them lunged, Jesse acted fast, shoving you behind him and firing a shot. The bullet found its mark, dropping the man instantly.
Chaos erupted. Another one tackled Jesse while a third grabbed you, his filthy hand clamping around your throat.
âYouâre coming with us,â he growled, dragging you back as you struggled. Your vision blurred from lack of air, but adrenaline surged through you. Kicking wildly, you managed to knock him off balance. His grip faltered, and as soon as you hit the ground, you grabbed your knife and drove it into his neck.
Blood sprayed as he collapsed, lifeless, and you gasped for air, your leg burning from a deep gash you hadnât noticed in the fight. Jesse dispatched the last man and ran to your side, his eyes wide with panic.
âYou okay?â he asked, hauling you to your feet.
âYeah,â you lied, wincing as pain shot through your leg.
âBullshit.â He glanced at your leg. âYouâre bleeding bad.â
âNo time,â you said, limping toward your horse. âWe have to get back.â
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By the time you and Jesse made it back to Jackson, the sun was setting, and the town was buzzing with activity. People swarmed around you, shouting questions, their worried faces blurring together.
And then Ellie appeared, pushing her way through the crowd. Her eyes locked on you, dark with fury and fear.
âWhat the hell happened?â she demanded, her voice shaking as she reached for you.
âIâm fine,â you tried to assure her, but your wobbling knees and blood-soaked pant leg said otherwise.
Ellieâs jaw clenched as she threw your arm over her shoulders. âCome on.â
She led you back to your shared home in silence. Once inside, she sat you down on the couch and grabbed the first aid kit. Her movements were quick and precise, but her lips were pressed into a thin line.
âEllieââ you started.
âDonât,â she interrupted, her voice low. âDonât even try to explain right now.â
You watched her clean and stitch your wound, her hands trembling slightly. The air between you was thick with unspoken emotions.
When she finished, you broke the silence. âSo, I guess you could say I showed that guy whoâs boss.â
Ellieâs head snapped up, her lips twitching despite herself. âAtta girl,â she murmured, her tone softening.
You reached for her hand, pulling her to sit beside you. âHey,â you said gently. âIâm here. Iâm okay. Thanks to Jesse.â
Her eyes filled with tears as she buried her face in your lap. âI was so scared,â she whispered, her voice cracking. âWhat if you didnât come back?â
You ran your fingers through her hair, your heart aching at the vulnerability in her voice. âBut I did. Iâm here.â
Ellie clung to you, her tears soaking into your jeans. You held her close, whispering reassurances until her breathing evened out.
The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other, finding comfort in the fact that, for now, you were safe and together.
Too cuteeeđ I take requests!
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Help, I am getting stuck in this cycles over and over without actually finish any story that I want to write.
I get ideas or AU that make me interested to write -> realising that i need to lay down some setting or background to make story worked, so I started plotting -> executive dysfunction/ procrastination kicking in because I have trouble of putting ideas in my head into paper and due âperfectionism complexâ I get boggled by detail -> I stared at empty document for several day -> I lost interest and motivation in writing for several day/week -> cycle started over again.
I canât exactly force myself to write because it will extend the period of âI stared at an empty document for several day -> I lost interest and motivation in writing for several day/weekâ to months. Any suggestion how to deal with this cycle?
I do actually have some suggestions! I have several, in fact.
One: If you are suffering from creative burnout after being overwhelmed, try just giving it a break. I know this is the simplest option, but seriously, step back and engage with some new media for a few minutes. You may get ideas, or at any rate, your mind will have the chance to unwind for a bit. And do know, that sometimes some things do just have to cook. I've left fics for months at a time and come back with a banger chapter after letting it be and getting my mind sorted out for a while first. If you really love it, you'll be back eventually.
Two: Play into that need to make it right by hyperfixating on ONE aspect of the thing you are working on. It may sound counter productive, but I've found that by bunkering down with one specific detail or plot piece or even bits of the lore, it can actually help spiral out into other subjects that need to be addressed. Like, while working on lore for an au, it can get really overwhelming to think about ALL of the world. So instead, I'll pick one character, one time period, one plot point. Then, I'll expand on that one thing until it starts to tie in with other points. From there, I'll just move from point to point, connecting the pieces of the web. Here's an example:
Premise > supporting premise > supporting premise > tie in lore.
Starscream is Winglord of Vos > He was forced into the position and separated from his brothers > He is a brilliant leader but bitter because of his role > He joined up with Megatron after Vos burned in a need for revenge.
Once you hit the tie in lore, you can swap focus to begin working on the other character or subject. This will help you tie everything together in a cohesive manner (at least it helps me). Being able to make everything connect up may fight that feeling of being overwhelmed.
Three: Talk to someone about it. I cannot stress enough how brilliant some of my friends have been in helping me refine a concept. Find a willing victim Friend, and tell them about your concept. Let them give you feedback and ideas. The more fun you both have, the better. More thoughts and ideas will give you more to play with. And if nothing else, even if you don't continue with the idea, you won't feel quite as defeated because you got to talk about it.
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I hope your day is as good as mine's turning out to be because dear lord.
#these two together are nothing but trouble#but I kinda like it#obey me oc#my oc: azra#my oc: zekhan#art by @chocofdaini on ig
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its DESTINY
#repostober#day 18 actually on time! wow#undertale#papyrus#danganronpa#dr1#kiyotaka ishimaru#yes. mashing favorite things together again#but it was meant to be#so many similarities between these two goofs#loud eccentric passionate autistic supportive of their friends always wearing the same outfit EASILY the best character in their franchise#HARDWORKING TO THE POINT OF WORKAHOLISM!!!!!!! UPLIFTING OTHERS WITHOUT ERASING OR DIMINISHING THEIR OWN GREATNESS!!!!!!#always eats the same thing (taka - rice balls toast and a banana- papyrus - DINOSAUR EGG OATMEAL NOT SPAGHETTI sorry its a pet peeve)#kindhearted and so aggressive about it genuinely believe that anyone can improve themselves and theyre both so silly and quirky all the tim#literally the only differences that i can think of are that taka would throw himself overboard if someone authoritative told him to#before they could even finish their sentence while papyrus is an anarchist arsonist who cusses and his intended jokes are actually funny#' * SIGH * ... WHAT A TROUBLED YOUNG HUMAN ... 'FUCK' ISN'T EVEN IN HIS RARE VOCABULARY ! HOW DOES HE FUNCTION UNDER THESE CONDITIONS ??#he would take taka under his wing and get him back on the straight and narrow (give him weed)#and i feel like after the three day long yell over how a skeleton is walking and talking as if that were normal he'd really look up to him#fav things about this are the way takas shirt hangs off of papyrus' rib cage cus theres nothing there but a spine#that was so fun to draw sdfhg#taka cosplaying papyrus is my gift to humanity today
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#random personal stuff#I sent a picture of the latest addition to our bulletin board to the VP of Academic Affairs#and she emailed me back tonight saying that she has an email set to go out Monday that addresses this#and I am very grateful and this should be addressed and I'm impressed that she's doing something about it#I should not feel guilty about this but...that's what's going on right now#it's the same feeling I'd get as a kid after telling on someone and seeing them get in trouble#you feel like scum and you can feel them hating you#I can imagine the comments I'm going to (over)hear on Monday#and what happens if the person responsible puts two and two together#and then I become The Enemy and whatever p o l i t i c a l label he wants to slap on me?#anyway that's a Monday problem#and I guess the best I can do is act like I know nothing about anything and mind my own business
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I am craving for a zcx' modern au, where, after years apart, jc, wwx and lwj encounter again. lwj and wwx are married and after some time, jc starts to hang out with lwj, but only with him (they are kind of exs... Or at least so lwj thinks!)
#Like the point of this au is that shit slowly becomes harder#In every universe wwx has to watch as a kid jc losing his dogs because of him. So that wwx internalizes that he brings nothing but trouble#and pain to jc. So yeah. He's married to lwj but jc wants lwj right? He's taking another thing from jc. And wwx doesn't want to hurt jc.#But he needs lwj too. And he doesn't know how to have both things.#And in every universe jc has to be told by wwx that everything that wwx did was out of duty! So that jc internalizes the concept that wwx#never truly loved him! Because jc is unlovable just like his mom! And his bad temper will force people to act out of duty rather than#genuine affection! and that wwx will lose things for him. out of duty obv#And in the middle we have lwj. Who is pampered in different ways by two men he loves! And then he can only watch as both slowly drift apart#from him. Their worst behaviors shining.#Look. lwj knows jc and wwx worst traits. And he can manage them!#But he has never handled jc and wwx together. While they are together. Because - and lwj never understood this before - jc and wwx bring#out of each other their best and worst qualities. In particular their worst self-destructive qualities#And lwj who isn't good with words and he doesn't know why they are behaving like that - and they don't share with him their problems -#doesn't know what to do#It's a mess. A beautiful fic in my head#Like. Both jc and wwx are carrying yzu and jfm' guilt on their shoulders#jc hates how his mother treated wwx (and it was because of him! Because she was scared for jc's future! And he knows it! )#While wwx hates how jfm ignored jc (and it was because of him! Because jfm found wwx more likeable! And wwx knows it!)#zhanchengxian
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once royce had to yell at dredge and zoey bc they were..."playing" with things
and by playing i mean zoey kept zapping dredge with a defibrillator bc dredge thought it felt weird as hell but also very hilarious
they're either not allowed to be near or very watched around medical equipment ever. at least around anyone who is not dredge
#canon!dredge#zoey osbourne#royce kinsley#those two are absolutely nothing but trouble especially when they're together which is very often#the only time zoey actually behaves is around her girlfriend sunny#zoey can only be described as a 'mad scientist' but 100% worse
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