#my head cant be left unsupervised

[gravity-falls-fanatic89]

I found I don't have a specific niche as a friend, so I decided I'll make my own.

Please refer to me as

"MILF for Grunks"

No further questions will be taken at this time on this 🤣

[viburnt]

Saw your Leopard Dabi Headcanons and... OH BOY!

👁👄👁

You left me speechless...

Hear me out though - this one is a kicker I tell you: Shiggy as a HYENA.

Listen, LISTEN *flips table* My head could only think of sub Shigaraki. Bear with me.

CONTENT WARNING: NSFW, mentions of pegging, overstimulation, domming, uh- yeah. Dead dove, do not eat.

Hyena! Shigaraki

• Listen, Hyenas are matriarchal. They use hierarchies like any other species, but the particular thing with them is that (no matter what) females will always be on top. Are you starting to catch my idea? The male hyena is submissive and will comply with what their female partners decide. Hyena! Shigaraki shares those traits in particular! Yes, he may be the leader of his team, but when it comes to you, he bends. He tries to please you because he instinctively seeks the leadership you have within. There's also a bit of fear in the way he looks at you because female hyenas can be aggressive with males. Sometimes he expects you to snap and berate him (and he thinks it's something he'd like).

• In the privacy of his room, he encourages you (in a rather bratty way) to put him in his place. Make him know he is yours, mark him down, slap him if you want. Hyena! Tenko acts like he is challenging the hierarchy (even if you're not a hyena hybrid like him). Did I mention female hyenas have pseudo-penises? It's a bit of a fun fact, but this just means (in my heart) that Hyena! Shigaraki wouldn't mind pegging at all. It doesn't mean he'll always bend and break for you, after all, he does have the need to breed you. But, if you are a dominant person or simply enjoy BDSM, Hyena! Tomura will be your best companion.

• Hyenas also have quite the reputation for their odd laughs and looks, and Shigaraki has the whole "freak show" aesthetic going on (let's face it, he is a bit of a freak, but we love him). In addition, he tends to laugh in the most inappropriate moments too. Ah, by the way, sometimes males behave badly with younger cubs of higher ranking when the mother is absent; him bullying a kid over something petty when the parents are gone is canon. "You suck at this fucking game!" "I-I-m 7-" "GET LOST" Hyena! Shigaraki is such a gremlin, do not leave him with kids unsupervised- 100% sure that he'll laugh if a kid starts crying.

• It's also cute to notice how Shigaraki always has bad posture, lowering his head when he talks to you or is gaming. Hyenas do that too! You tease him a lot, running your fingers through his back to make him jolt and straighten his posture. He is embarrassed and low-key hates when you do that, but your touch feels so good he just squirms.

• Hyena! Shigaraki enjoys it when he can have control over you though. When you allow him to get away with his antics and the subtle touches he sometimes dares to try, the hyena starts building a confidence that often culminates in fuckaery. The kind where he has your legs up to the sides of your head and he is trying to pound a baby into you. It's like a drug for him, such a power trip for a submissive hybrid. His brain can't decide if he should say "Thank you" for letting him fuck you or degrade you like a whore while you whine.

"Fuck, you like that?" You pant, grinding your heat against his poor overstimulated dick. You'd been straddling Shigaraki for a while, the hyena hissing and pleading for a chance of pushing his cock inside you. He looks at you with vexation eyes, the pink hue of his cheeks betraying him. "You can cum if you want, I won't get mad."

You lean over his face, kissing his lips almost mockingly. "You should take the opportunity, because once I'm done I won't be letting you cum later."

Shigaraki winces in both pain and pleasure, feeling his body unbearably hot and heavy.

"Cum. Now."

He had to clean the mess by himself once you were finished.

Tags: @shonen-brainrot @imaginationmess @trickster-kat @i-literally-cant-with-this @doumadono

[prettyfics]

Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: not a lot, swearing, just a lil implied smut at the end, she/her pronouns used. Not proofed, may be some grammar and spelling errors.

Word count: 650+

Even though there's no actual smut MDNI please

Not my gif

Summary: Domestic fluff - Steve gets home from work to see reader has started to decorate the nursery.

Steve watched as he leant on the door frame to the spare room, he needed to stop calling it the spare room because well it wouldn’t be spare for much longer. He watched his girlfriend as she sat on the floor legs crossed, underneath the window painting around the edge of the frame very precisely and carefully.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to wait” he said smile on his face. She turned her head with a matching smile when she saw him walking towards her, she held her hands up for him to help her up and he pulled her up with ease to her feet.

“Do you like it?” She beamed, her smile not leaving her face as her arms wrapped around his waist as far as her stomach would let them go he let his hands rest on the small of her back.

“I love it”  he placed a kiss to the top of her head.

“It’s such a nice colour right? I’m glad we picked this one” she spun in his arms his hands now resting on her round hard stomach as she stared at the one half painted wall proudly.

“It’s perfect” he spoke nuzzling his nose into the side of her head “every thing you do is perfect”

“the people are coming to fit the carpet tomorrow so I wanted to start straight away, save us getting any paint on the new carpet”

“good thinking batman”

“I just need you to do the tops of the wall” she craned her neck to the side to see him, true to her word she hadn't used the ladders, she had only painted 3/4 of the wall leaving him to do the rest “I knew you’d shout at me if I used the ladders unsupervised”

“I don’t want you doing too much, we only have 6 weeks left, we gotta be careful, I don’t want anything happening to my girls” his hands circled her bump rubbing softly.

“stop it, we don’t even know what we’re having” she laughed placing her hands on top of his

“it's a girl, I feel it, in my gut”

“yeah well I feel her in my actual gut”

“Ha! See, you said her” he laughed and she hit him playfully on the chest spinning back around into his arms.

He looked down at his perfect girlfriend, hair up in a messy bun, little specs of dried paint on her face, her bright eyes staring up at him with nothing but love in them, he doesn’t know how he got so lucky and he didn’t want to question it too much for fear of realising he actually didn’t deserve her. But they’d been together 5 years now and he didn’t want to imagine his life without her and to be honest he doesn’t quite remember life before her.

“What are you thinking about” she said breaking him from his trance and he bought both hands up cupping her face and placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

“I was just thinking about how” kiss “beautiful” kiss “you” kiss “are” his last kiss making her giggle, pulling away and biting her lip. “You’ve got that look in your eye” her face dropped, lip falling from her teeth.

“What look?” she queried a little bit too defensively

“Your horny look”

“fuck off no i don’t” he raised his eyebrows “fine, I cant help it, these hormones are making me horny 24/7 lately” her hands smoothed down his chest.

“I know I have the bite marks to prove it” she smiled quite proudly of that achievement “anyway, I gotta shower before Robin gets here” he removed her hands that had now made their way to his belt buckle and he placed them by her sides before walking away.

“maybe I’ll join”

“Oh you will?” he had already started to walk out the room and she followed hot on his tail, she wasn't ready to give up this battle.

“Mmhmm, or maybe I will sort out my problem, myself” she sad walking past him in the hallway but she didn’t get far before she felt a tight pull on her wrist pulling her into him.

“I don’t think so" he spun her around pushing her in the direction of the bathroom giving her a light smack on her ass "get that ass in the shower”

She giggled, an extra pep in her step as he watched her walk to the bathroom. Steve Harrington couldn't deny her anything and the worst thing was, she knew it.

[kjngdomheartz]

ghost!vance x GN!reader who refuses to accept his death

love this idea. it’s so sad. sorry if this isn’t that really great! this is my first time actually posting a fic loll. ALSO someone sent an ask for this whole entire plot and I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE IT WENT IM SO SORRY

16 AND UP DNI!!!!!

1,186 words

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cw - ANGST, abduction, mentions of blood, swearing, mentions of death, arguing

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Surely this wasn’t real. This had to be a dream. You would swap out any one of your kidneys if it meant making this reality a fantasy. A horrible, gruesome fantasy.

Hissing through your teeth painfully, you used every bit of strength in your body to sit yourself up on that beaten up mattress. The man said he wouldn’t hurt you. Then why did he even have you in the first place? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You did nothing wrong. All you wanted was find your missing boyfriend. Not this. Shaking your head, shivers were sent down your spine and the hairs on your arms and legs flared up. As you could see from the small window, it was raining. And you were surrounded by concrete. It was definitely colder in the basement than it was outside. You couldn’t help but let your eyes gloss with tears. You wanted to scream and cry, you wanted to tear the mattress apart until the only thing left on it was the blood from your fingers. But you physically couldn’t. Your body was still sore and weak. A single tear fell from your eye and a low sob escaped your lips. Closing your eyes you leaned against a nearby wall, your body sliding down onto the ground slowly. You leaned your head back, your knees now up to your chest and your breathing unsteady. You would’ve stayed like that forever and cried for the rest of the night, but the sudden sound of a telephone’s ringing cut off your breakdown. You gasped, flinching and snapping your head up to where the noise was coming from. Placed on another gray concrete wall was a black telephone, in which you hadn’t noticed until now. Shortly after, you scrambled up onto your feet, your legs carrying you over to the phone in hopes that you could call someone for help. But why would the man leave an unsupervised phone down here for the victim he’d just kidnapped? Dumb man. Whatever, you weren’t complaining.

“Hello?!” You spoke, your volume mild. Staring down at the ground, your legs shook as all you could hear was low static emitting from the phone. You gulped. “Hel-“

“Motherfucker! He fucking took them! I should’ve killed him when I had the fucking chance!” A deep voice erupted from the phone’s speaker. It seemed like they were talking to themselves. Puzzled, you spoke again.

“Hello?! Who-“

“[name].”

You blinked. You knew that voice. You were familiar with how you felt when you heard your name roll off of that boy’s tongue.

“…Vance?”

“[name], I’m-“

“Holy shit! Vance! Where are you?! Are you okay?! Oh my god, Vance, I’m so happy to-“

“[name], listen to me. We’re gonna get you out of here, alright?”

You were too excited and relieved to even process what your boyfriend was saying. You knew he was alive. He was here calling you, after all.

“Vance! Where are you calling from?! This telephone works! Just tell me where you are and I’ll call the cops!”

“No, [name]. You cant. It’s already too late for that.”

“What are you talking about?”

Staring deep into the telephone’s detail, you suddenly noticed how it’s wiring was disconnected. Your face, now scrunched, was plastered with a severely confused expression. You huffed, letting out a low “What?” The silence on the other line told you that you’ve found your answer.

“This doesn’t make sense.”

“No shit. You cant save me, babyface. Not anymore. I’m already dead.”

“No, you’re not. You’re right here, talking to me. You can’t be dead.”

“[name]-“

“Hang up the phone.”

Startled, your grip on the phone tightened.

Slowly, and with wide eyes, you hung up the phone. There before you stood The Grabber, a very unpleasant expression present on his mask.

“It doesn’t work. Not ever since I was your age.”

However, instead of finding yourself clouded by fear, you found yourself boiling with anger. Your fists were clenched, and your knuckles were turning white. You furrowed your eyebrows, adjusting your body to fully face The Grabber.

“Where’s Vance?” You spat out, your tone of voice clearly angry.

“What?” The Grabber replied, setting the tray of eggs and soda down on the ground.

“I said, where’s Vance.”

“I don’t have him. Someone else took him.”

Now what really, really pissed you off was the nerve he had to deny it. You scoffed, standing your ground.

“Liar!” You shouted at The Grabber.

This definitely did not make him happy. If it already wasn’t clear enough by his mask, he wasn’t in the best mood. Al was on the verge of snapping, but he reminded himself that this was only the first stage.

“Where is he!?”

“I don’t know!”

“You’re lying!”

As much as you hated to say it, you couldn’t take it anymore. Vance had been gone for so long, your desperation to see him again was growing by the second. Your hopes were up more now than ever before, and you weren’t gonna let this opportunity to see your boyfriend again go.

You continued to scream and shout at the masked man, the air in the basement thickening tremendously as the two of you fought. You stomped away from him, tearing apart whatever was in sight. You went into the bathroom, ripping the toilet cover off and throwing it to the concrete wall. You looked into the room with the checkered floor, trying to find Vance. Eventually Al had enough of it, considering your stubborn demeanor didn’t seem like it was going to fade off anytime soon. Stomping towards your tense figure, Al pulled out the canned drugs he’d used on you before. He grabbed you by your neck, forcing you into his chest.

You were unconscious again.

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You woke up to the sound of the telephone ringing. Your head hurt. Sitting up, you noticed two shattered soda glasses on the ground near where The Grabber had stood before. A few droplets of blood that didn’t belong to you as well.

You picked up the phone. You could hear Vance’s heavy breathing, indicating he was angry. Your eyes began to sting, tears now on the verge of pouring out of your eyes.

“You can’t be dead.” You sobbed, not even bothering to wipe the snot and tears on your face.

“I’m sorry baby. I tried to fight, but.. it wasn’t enough.”

[laguna-lesbian]

1 - 4 for Carson

Ahh ty for asking

(From this list)

Hehe gay ppl

1. What colour(s) do you associate them with?

I think green, just because she wears a lot of it. The first thing that comes to mind when i think of Carson is her hair because its such a big part part of her character development so maybe also mousy brown. I'd say cherry red but thats Gretas.

2. Whats their comfort food?

It's a bit generic but I think pizza becuase it's what they ate on her first date with greta. Idk if yous have bangers and mash in the states but she feels like a bangers and mash kinda gal.

In my head Carson's a pretty good cook but cant bake for shit, whereas Greta's the opposite, she loves to bake but will burn the house down if left unsupervised!

3. What's the dessert they'd kill a man for?

For some reason a banana split popped into my head (freak of nature /j) but I feel like she likes it quite simple, maybe just chocolate pudding and icecream.

I think Carson could eat one of them big two litre tubs in one sitting if she really wanted to!

4. What flavour of Monster do they like?

She doesn't like it.

[am-i-sans]

dnd adventures 37

tori and cam are eeby deeby! dess is back though! suzy and inferno are unsupervised while were landing. oh no. they land on their faces. frog waves bye to tori and cam and waves hi to dess.

suzy grabs inferno and starts running, its time for chaos. undyne chases them they cant be allowed unsupervised. kris asks if this is normal and dans says "hes evil and shes prebuscent." undyne whistles and summons soupnik to swoopdown and grabs them in his claws.

suzy elbows kris and demands they get a dragon, again. kris just snorts. soupnik drops them by undyne lol. shes so mad lol. suzy books it again oh no. charity also flees lol. heres comes soupnik! they only grab inferno lol. he goes REALLY high in the sky oh no. HE DROPS HIM! before he hits soupnik catches him and sets him by undyne. frog wants to do that lol.

kris tells dans his kids are funny lol. 'their not my kids but they may as well be.' vani huffs and goes to find lil suzy. shes chilling in a tree. vani is making sad noises and climbs up the tree and tries to make her get on his back. she tries to wrestle him and falls out of the tree. we hear loud yelling lol and go over.

dans asks if lil suzy is done now. she runs off and trips on a rock and lands on her face. dans sighs and says they need to find jevil. everyone else is laughing at suzy and frog goes to help her up. inferno complains she left him. lil suzy tells inferno he shouldve gotten good. inferno walks over and tells her to say it to his face. 'git gud!' he sees undyne and walks away pissed.

vani refinds the trail and off we go. soupnik in the air. dans hands big suzy more jerky. we stumble across a bone i guess. suzy holds it up and dess takes it lol. she rubs her chin in thought like a cartoon charactor. 'well this is clearly a bone.' inferno takes it, bites, and says 'yep thats bone' suzy is mad they wanted to do that lol. inferno finds another one! dans found one too lol. inferno gives it to suzy and she eats it. dans hands it to big suzy as undyne yells at him lol. she yeets it and lil suzy runs after it, fetch!

dess tries to take the bone from suzys mouth and she yanks back lol. dess lies and says its a jevil bone the shithead. back to searching! inferno trips on his face while looking for bones. tori is out of eeby deeby! frog is trying to clean infernos bones lol. kris and dans had been talking and stuff. tori is just confused why do the kids have bones. vani happy dances around tori.

we stumble upon a clearing and theres a guy there, its jevil but we dont know but frog knows and runs over and hugs him! dess yells to not hug the murder clown. he picks up frog and spins them around "look how tall you got!" undyne and tori yell at frog to get back from him, weaponized. frog is just excited lol but jevil is silent.

undyne fucking takes frog away from him frog is so upset. undyne says hes dangerous but frog says shes dangerous cause she has a sword. hes working with steve. frog says steve probably lied to him. inferno is confused about steve and suzy says he has a lot to catch up on.

dess walks up to him and asks if hes been working with any strange men lately xD "which one?" "do you know a guy that would fuck that guy?" she points at dans and he says 'bruh'. undyne points her sword at him and asks if he works for steve. thats not his name so dans asks the real dumbass name lol. yep, oh no. dans him to not work for him and to tell us where he is and we'll leave him alone. its all part of the game? he doesnt know where he is. inferno wants his hat off to see if hes bald sksksk. big suzy also wants to see and kris punches her lol.

inferno walks over and takes off his hat. and smacks his bald head oh no. jevil fucking squeaks like a toy. undyne hands frog to tori. big suzy and kris slap dans bald head lol. jevil asks inferno if hes done lol. dans asks if he knows where steve went or what hes doing. nope frick. frog asks to slap jevils bald head. 'of course!' tori wont put them down sad.

its been 3 hours we have gotten nowhere

tori asks if hes going to work with him. he just wants to play a game, game! he can show us if we like, ummm... undyne no. dont. tori uses stone skin on frog. he leans in to frog and suzy and says its not a game for kids and they should go play somewhere else. dess makes a face thinking its an 'adults' game. tori sets frog down and tells them to go. suzy says lets go find bones and takes them away.

jevil needs more players and he summons a bunch of giant bat skeletons. suzy steps forward 'so its THAT kind of game. better watch out, your dealing with a couple of sharks!'

battle! The World Revolving! Shark To Shark!

LET THE GAMES GAMES BEGIN!

dess uses snowball storm on the center of the bad guys. jevil was barely phased lol. undyne attacks! big damage but he does negate some psychic damage. big suzy attacks! missed one her damage is shit lol. jevils turn! he missed dans lol. he also missed suzy. he does hit undyne! big damage. dans hits nice. a bat bites suzy ouch. kris attacks! good job! another bat bites suzy but misses. it hits inferno! tori attacks! she lightnings jevil! infernos turn! he failed. jevil laughs at him.

dess swings her axe at jevil! failed 2 out of 3 swings. undyne goes! so much divine smite. but hes immune to being knocked prone. somewhere in the woods we hear screaming. tori tells undyne if she kills him she has to tell frog what happaned. undyne just wants to knock him out. suzy attacks the bats and kills one of them nice. jevil attacks! he goes after dans! he crits tori! but shes immune to crits! then he uses haste on himself. dans hits big nice. kris is still kinda sucking, frick. suzy yells at them to do what undyne is doing lol. a bat misses. the other bat misses too. tori witchbolts! she crits! thats so much fucking damage wtf. infernos turn! hes fucking using fireball. poor kris they were standing right there they are on fire. jevil stumbles back.

jevil starts laughing and says they did well and he wants to play again, then he fucking disappears and the bats drop dead. he drops a scythe and a crystal. undyne picks up the scythe. dans picked up the crystal. he looks through it and briefly sees mod shade's room. he puts it away and decides he didnt see anything. then he goes and helps kris not be on fire. suzy screams demanding to know who set kris on fire. the knife disappears from undynes hands.

frog shows up and asks where jevil went. it appears in suzy's hands and frog points it out. dans points out inferno for setting kris on fire. inferno is nonchalant. she punches him and it hurts lol. dess says we killed jevil and dans has to yell no they didnt cause frog is upset. lil suzy says they found some bones. inferno takes one of the bat skulls.

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Weather magic had always been Alex’s worst subject in school.

Once upon a time, they’d struggled with summoning a raincloud, had been brought to tears by the smallest ray of sun.

Now, they watched with no small amount of pride as the thick flakes fell from the sky, blanketing everything in a layer of soft white.

If they had been at home, they’d be pulling out quilts from the linen closet, helping Vi construct a fort in the living room. Vi would make hot cocoa and force them to watch a cheesy horror flick, which Alex would pretend to hate, the same cherished routine they’d done for years. 

But before they got to do any of that, Alex had to walk a full mile in the white mess that the outdoors was rapidly becoming. 

Oh well. They had brought this on themself, after all.

At least they’d worn a thick coat. 

“Alright, folks,” their boss called. “I don’t like the look of those roads, so we’re gonna close early today.”

Bella, on the other side of the counter, cheered. “Snow day!!”

Alex couldn’t help but mirror her grin. It was exciting, after all. Oak Harbor didn’t get a lot of snow, especially this early in the year. It had been a long time since they’d had a proper snowfall, and even longer since Alex had actually gone home early because of it. 

They did have enough sense to exercise some restraint. Weather magic was a dangerous thing, and they knew better than to tamper too much with nature..

“Hey, you need a ride?” Bella asked, spinning her car keys around one finger. 

Alex shook their head. They knew that Bella had two kids back home, hyperactive twins who were probably being dismissed from school early and who posed a very real fire hazard to her apartment if left unsupervised. 

“I’m alright. Thank you, though!” Alex said.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Bella shook her head. “Suit yourself. Get home safe, okay?”

Alex gave her a cheerful salute, grinning at the eyeroll it got in return.

They stepped outside the shop, taking a moment to revel in the crispness of the air, the unique silence that comes with a snow-muffled street.

A few turns, three dodged snowballs, and one very slippery patch of ice later, a cheerful jingle reminded them of what they’d forgotten to do that morning. Namely, inform their partner that they’d repurposed the downstairs bathroom for snow-summoning purposes and neglected to clean up.

“Hello?” Alex asked, trying to sound nonchalant. 

“Darling, why is there a small mountain of ice in the bathtub?”

Darn. Well, it had been worth a shot.

“Well…” Alex said. “I was practicing to make sure I had the circle right before I did magic on the whole town’s atmosphere?”

“So you knew the storm was coming,” she said dryly. “And yet decided to leave our home on foot with only a coat and no gloves.”

“Love, I don’t need gloves. I’m magic, remember?”

“You’re insufferable, is what you are.”

Alex grinned. “And yet you married me.”

“Regretting it, now.”

Alex chuckled, bouncing up and down in a futile attempt to warm up. They may possess magic powers, but that didn’t make them invincible. Even weather mages could catch colds. 

“I’m on my way back now,” they said. “Thirty minutes, tops, I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The phone disconnected with a quiet click, just in time for the crosswalk sign to turn green. About time, too. 

Alex tucked their hands deeper into their pockets. It was pretty cold out… 

Maybe they could cut down on their travel time by cutting through the park? 

That would, of course, mean potentially crossing through faerie land, but Alex could handle that. 

Probably. 

Assuming the Spring Court wasn’t too pissed about the weather change.

Besides, the Fairy Queen had put a kibosh on killing mortals, so Alex was probably fine.

For approximately five minutes and thirteen seconds, everything was fine.

Then Alex blinked, and the forest took on a different bend, shifting into the ethereal cant of faerieland.

The shrill titters of pixie laughter echoed through the trees, and Alex barely had a second to register the sound before they were being pelted by dozens of tiny snowballs, each no bigger than their thumb.

They yelped, flailing under the onslaught.

“Alex! Over here!”

A blueish green hand waved at them from behind a nearby snowbank. Alex sprinted toward it, diving to safety just before the next wave of projectiles.

“Thanks Pri,” they panted, catching their Dryad friend in a hug. “I was almost mincemeat back there.”

Pri laughed, brushing her cheek across Alex’s hair and making a happy chittering noise. “You still might be! They’ve been at it for ages.”

Alex pulled out of the embrace, squeezing Pri’s forearms before letting go.

“I think,” they said, scooping up an armful of snow, “that those little buggers shouldn’t get all the fun.” With a flick of their wrist, the snow rearranged itself, coalescing into neat piles of perfectly shaped spheres. Alex picked one up, tossed it up and down.

“How do you feel about a little game of dodgeball?”

Pri grinned, bouncing in excitement. “I like the way you think!”

Together, the two of them vaulted over the low wall of the bank, arms loaded with frozen projectiles. A cheer sounded from the direction of the pixies, and thus the battle began. 

Shouts and laughter rang through the forest, summoning more players faster than Alex could have predicted, and soon the fight devolved into a free-for-all. Pri shrieked in outrage as Alex dumped snow down her tunic. Not a moment later, Alex was the one crying out in disbelief, a nearby tree bending over to unload its branches on their head.

And if their hands were mostly numb by the time they finally got home, well… that was nothing a little hot chocolate and good old fashioned blanket fort couldn’t fix. 

an early draft of a lmml story that was never published

[grandfloridians]

i’m a black non-binary person living in the south. i’m a few hours away from being on the street, and that can’t happen. i need to take care of my sister.

due to my fairly recent decision to present myself as nonbinary, i have become a walking target. i’ve slept outside and in cars before, but i was presenting as a cis woman and i was with my family, so i was largely able to avoid being harassed. now, i am on my own. i left my abusive mom who sent me to conversion therapy at her church and leeched off of my finances while she didn’t have a job and didn’t try to get one. i’ve been staying in a motel room near my mom’s place since then.

i have a little sister whom i want to send money to and take care of, because i frankly don’t trust my mom to raise her, but i cant allow myself to stay around my mother’s toxicity. she hits my sister, calls her stupid, takes her anger out on her, and vents to me about how she wants to punch her or do other violent things to her. on top of that, she’s allowed my sister to come near her stepdad, who has both stolen urine from my sister to pass a drug test AND beat her up. and my mom still allows her to be around him, unsupervised.

i don’t know what to do. i want to get me and my sister out of this situation but i’ve called the police before when things got particularly intense but they wrote it off. after that, my sister had a breakdown so bad she flipped her desk over and ran outside screaming and crying about how much she hated our mom and her dad. i had to restrain her because she was banging her head against a car. she’s 11. she shouldn’t know this much pain.

our mom was too negligent to fill out the tenncare papers for my sister so she could get free health insurance, so my sister is uninsured and can’t get the therapy she badly needs.

the best recourse i have to protect myself and my sister is to live separately from my mom but nearby enough to keep an eye on things and provide a safe place from my sister to come to when she needs to, as well as money for her needs. it’s been working for the past couple of weeks, and i’ve seen her mood lift as she’s been able to leave and come to her safe place with me, but i can’t do that if i’m on the street.

i need $170 to pay my motel fees far enough ahead so that i can focus on trying to get an apartment, and $300 to apply and put the initial deposit down on an apartment that i’ve had my eye on for months. that’s $470 in all. if there’s any way anyone can spare a few dollar to help out, i’d really be so appreciative.

i’ll be updating this post.

$38 out of $470 goal reached

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

That Be Some Good Buttercream

Summary- Steve and Bucky get your help in replicating a howling commando days battle using Christmas baking fun. But... Does anything ever quite work out the way it should? Set in the same characters I used in Night In, Looking Pretty Fly and Popping Pez and Mismatched Socks. Written for @official-and-unstable-satan​ 300 Follower Celebration Challenge. She still has many prompts, check it out. Prompts in italiacs. No warnings, all fluffy. 

Word Count- 1.6k

A/N- so proud of your accomplishments babes, you are an amazing writer and I love getting lost in your stories and listening to your ideas. I know your just gonna keep going up from here. Love you always babygirl 💚😈💚😈💚😈💚

“Bucky, they came around from the south end” 

“No they did not. I remember Steve, I was there.”

“Yea, and so was I” 

You and Sam had been listening to the two super soldiers carry on at the oversized table in the compounds kitchen dining area for a good hour before you readjusted the volume on the tv once more. Sam, half laying over half the couch remained scrolling on his phone, remarking. 

“Aint gonna do you no good, they just get louder.”

You sigh and hit the off button, he was right. Might as well go see what these two were up to anyways. Pushing yourself off the couch, Sam promptly stretched his legs out onto where you were sitting, making himself comfterable. “See you on the other side Kid!” He joked, settling into watching youtube. 

Wandering in, you saw the two men bent over  large map, Steve with pencil in hand drawing arrows to discern where they started from, stretching it across what looked like a military base. Bucky shook his head. 

“No no no, Punk, I wasnt up there, I was down here” 

“Bucky, I had you up on the highest point, it just looks weird on paper.” 

“You know what, this is pointless.” You could see Bucky getting aggitated with there project, pushing himself away from the table. “We need like... a 3D model to get this right.” 

Steve to straightened up, his arms folding as he looked down at the heavily marked paper. “Well... Tony does have some...” You interrupt in this time, moving over to the table and taking a peek at what they were doing. 

“You know, I have an idea of how to make you two a 3D model.” Both the men quirked brows, curious as to what you had in mind. "Givingerbread reanatcment.” 

You expected a rebuttal, a laugh, anything, since you were joking. But the two of them actually looked thoughtful, glancing at each other. “It would be easier then trying to draw it out” Steve mentioned. “And easier then trying to get Tony to set up the AI model for us.” 

“Plus we get some fucking cookies... Im in.” Bucky grinned, obviously pleased in the options of snacks. What started as a joke from you became a very serious matter as the two Soldiers dragged you into the kitchen. The two of them looking at you expectedly. 

“I was just joking guys, Im not making you a hydra replica gingerbread base. You know how much shit that would take.” At this point you backtracking a bit, wishing the words hadnt fallen out of your mouth so damn easily cause you thought is was funny. 

“Nonsense, you wont be doing all of it. Were going to help.” Steves already moving to wash his hands as Bucky is digging through a drawer and slipping on a god damn “Kiss the Cook” apron, he found in a drawer, ties it swiftly around his back and rolls up his sleeves. 

“You know you always wanted to boss us around Doll.” Bucky smirks, wiggling brows in a teasing manner. “You finally get your chance.” 

You look between the two men, the two of them nodding in encouragement, Steve composed as ever, waiting for You to explain how to start, and Bucky well he was opening drawers, pulling out random stuff that he thought you might use. He held up a spatula with a smirk, slapping the utinsel against his palm. “How about we get this train moving kids.” 

Relenting, you turn to your phone for a recipe. “Okay fine, since you all insist. We need flour, sugar, eggs, ginger, cinnamon....” While your listing, both men are scrambling to find everything, and piling it on the counter, yourself you bring out some bowls, cookie cutters, lets face it. You needed the actual men to decorate like howling commandos. Turning on the oven to get it preheated, you search for decorations. “Steve, store run? We gotta make this accurate you know, and Buckys all dressed up for a day baking. Hate to send him." You just kinda motion lver Buckys getup, the kiss the cook stretched over his chest, the apron a size to small for him really.

Your already grabbing paper and jotting down a detailed list of food coloring, frosting, candies and such. Steve snatched the list when you held it out, he had a general idea of it all and nodded. "Dont hesitate to put Bucky to work. He just pretends to be all intimidating."

You roll your eyes and back in the kitchen theres a "Steve your a dick" retort from Bucky whos looking over the mess of ingredients piled on the counter. Steve, seemingly joyful as he grabbed keys and left, you suspect you might not see him at least another hour or two. No worries, you had the other super soldier on hand.

Heading back in you hand Bucky a bowl and eggs. "Start cracking, separating yolk from white, and no shells." You cant help but from watching him, looking a bit like a lost child, before he he starts to crack eggs and inspect for shells. You watch from the corner of your eye as you put together the dry ingredients, and start mesuring out the molasses, talking him through the rest of the buttercream frosting ingredients.

Dipping your finger in his finished product, you lick the tip of your finger, smirking at his widened eyes. Yea Steve, hes very intimidating. You maybe took a bit to much pleasure in teasing Bucky on occasion. "Mmmhh my very favorite part.... "

He cleared his throat and looked away, it might be a bit mean, but he would give it back later, this was a dance the two of you played. "Okay, what now?" He said a bit gruff and you grab your rolling pin, holding it to him.

Eyeing it a moment, his brow arched. "Ya want me to roll the dough?"

"Yea Buck, nice and thin, since you two want to make all these outer buildings as well." Pointing to Steve's sketching, And you reached in the dough and piled it on the counter on front of Bucky. "And Steve said to put you to work."

"I notice you gave Steve the easy job." He muttered as he started to flatten the dough.

"I knew you were more capable."

Bucky couldn't hide the grin at the compliment, and afterwards you both measured, cut and got the cookie sheets in the oven. Stealing part of the couch back from Sam and watching trash tv till the oven beeped. Bucky vaulted over the couch, head back into the kitchen and pulled them out of the oven.

"Are they firm?" You ask, peeking at them, a light brush of your fingers against them. The room smelled like bake gingerbread and smooth sugar. Tempting delectables to say the least.

"Yup, now what?"

"Cool and mantle your buildings." You say as You slide them off onto wire racks. "Go get the frosting, and I will show you." Already he was rummaging in the fridge to retrieve it. Peeling off the plastic cling, you pick up one of the cooler pieces and edged it with icing. Folding two pieces together. "Easy as that. You try."

Bucky took it so seriously, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he piped that icing. His brows furrowed together in a dip right at the center. You bite back a grin and get a large dollop of icing on your finger and flick it at the man. Landing right in his face. He drops his cookie in surprise and blinks though the icing. "Fucken hell, Y/N! Whats that for?" Wiping it off, he flicks it back at you and you squeal getting hit.

That's war!

"Oh its on Barnes" smirking as you grab a cookie and crumble it, shooting it at him. Cookies fly, icing it flung, flour, and sugar is used to blind one another, you two ducked around the table, screaming and yelling insults playfully.

Bucky tried using the hose at the kitchen sink to spray you, in which you ducked and rolled right into him, the two of you collapsing in a heap on the floor among all your hard work, broken and scattered. Steve stood in the doorway, arms laden with two paper bags, his jaw hanging open at the mess. Bucky pokes you to get your attention and the two of you sit up, covered. Head to toe in frosting, flour and cookies.

"I was just gone an hour..."

"Its a long time to be left unsupervised." You shrug as you smear some frosting off your shirt and lick it off your finger, Bucky helped himself to your shirt frosting to since he had thrown half the bowl on you.

"Oh damn, thats good!" He grins.

"What about this is good?! You mean your gingerbread murder scene?!" Steve toed a dead gingerbread man with the tip of his shoe.

Bucky looked around and glared at his friend. "IT WAS HISTORICALLY ACCURATE" His voice raided to defend the mess and you promptly stuff a cookie in his mouth to shut him up.

"Come on Steve. Did the Hydra base not look like this after you two and the howling commandos were done?" You throw a cookie at him which bounced off his chest. "Eat a cookie, you feel better" next to you Bucky continued eating broken gingerbread men, grinning at his friend and nodding.

"Best damn cookies besides your mama's!" Bucky added between mouthfuls

"I just... Pick this up you two before tony throws a fit." Turning with the bags of candy he bought, passing Sam, he ditched them on the man still scrolling youtube

"You couldn't watch them for two seconds Sam?"

"And break up that little love fest? Puh-lease" Sam grinned at Steve and dug into the paper bags looking through the snacks, pulling out twizzlers.

"SCORE!"

@what-is-your-plan-today @p8tn0lish @kitkatd7 @stuckonjbbarnes @sebbbystaaan @kimisama1989 @simsadventures @that-damn-girl @imanuglywombat @jtargaryen18 @stardancerluv​ @princess-evans-addict​

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Unsupervised (Alec Volturi x Reader)

prepare for a lot of silly.

Alec left you with the Cullen's under specific conditions. First being that you always answered the phone. The second was to stay out of trouble. Though you seemed to be doing terribly at the last part.  You blamed Emmett he was too much fun. 

Turns out the Volturi weren’t the only ones in America. A few of Carlisle's friends seemed to be too. Thought they weren’t as friendly as Carlisle. You mentioned this during the first phone call to Alec. “This pretty vampire white haired Romanian gave me a few words of criticism about my personality but i think i’ll take it in my stride and use it to become a better person.” You said non-nonchalantly. “Ah yes, when i get criticism i find it best to force it down to the bottom of your stomach where the memories of being burned at the stake are as your soul crushing despair that consumes you and the only relief is to lash out at everyone and everything for the the rest of eternity...so I think that’s a great idea.”  “Uhh...i thought so too, thanks Alec.” You paused, slightly alarmed. “Oh! Apparently the Romanians are coming to visit too, they seem lovely!”  “You ignore them, (Y/N). They’re pure evil. Understand?”  “Sure but i think i’ll talk to them anyway.”  “(Y/N), are you listening to me!?” Alec cut himself off with a groan. “I can feel my brain cells coming alive and bursting. I’m going to have an stroke. The first vampire in history.”  “Yeah, Alec, gotta go- losing signal-love you- bye!” 

The mood dropped with one name. “Is that…?” Emmett began. “Yeah, but she won’t get far.” Edwards eyes narrowed with a growl. “Who?” You grinned, more cheerful than the Cullen’s around you. “Victoria.” 

Victoria was very poised in her posture, red eyes stuck to the Cullen’s with a look of hatred. She looked as though she was ready to wipe the floor with Edward alone. Though you couldn’t help notice how drop dead gorgeous she was. She had long, coiled red hair full of volume, darker red eyes, pale skin and was tall and slender. You certainly wouldn’t mind her attention from time to time. Emmett grabbed her and flung her like she weighed nothing. Though you barely got to register the red blur being hurled in your direction before you were pushed out the way. You laid there blowing some hair out of your eyes. 

Victoria was an escape artist for sure. You didn’t know how she escaped the Cullen’s but she did. Then again, it was too quick for you to really see what was happening. The silence reminded you of the vibrating in your pocket. You had seven missed calls, in all honesty you didn’t notice any call through all the excitement but now you were aware of the ferocious buzzing. You stood up dusting yourself off and digging out your phone. “Hello?”  “(Y/N)!” Alec’s voice boomed making you jump.  “Me!?” You cried, questioning what you could have possibly done wrong this time.  “I called you eight times! Answer your phone! You know you cant be left unsupervised!”  “I’m sorry! My attention has been in other pressing matters!”  “What!? Are you saying those Cullen’s are more important than me!?”  “No! No~! I would never!” Your eyes were as wide. This was the last thing Alec needed to think. “Why haven’t you been answering!?”  “Oh, funny story actually. So Emmett and I were goofing around and then red head, goddess looking, woman called Victoria  who really doesn’t like the Cullen’s showed up. A minor fight broke out and Emmett threw Victoria in my general direction-”  “What!?” Alec cried.  “It was my fault really. I was standing in the line of fire. Anyways, she ran off taking her red hair with her and now i’m getting in the car.”  “No! No! you’re not! I knew i couldn’t leave you. Don’t you move, I’m in America anyways and I’m coming for you! Where are you?”  “I’m getting in the car!”  “No you’re not!”  “I’m getting in the car...” You said quieter as you began to step inside.  “(Y/N), if you get in that car I will-”  “I got in the car...” You muttered “-skin you alive and -(Y/N)! You make me want to gouge out my own eyeballs!” You heard Alec groan down the phone, fighting back his rage and frustration. “You and I are going to have a long conversation! Where are you now!?” “Uhh...at the La Push cliff so...umm...”  “Which way are you heading!? North, East, South, West!?”  “Uh... east, i believe.”  “You can’t be going east or you’re going in the ocean!” Alec screamed. “Where did you learn your geography!?”  “Well i don’t know! When was the last time i needed to use a compass!? I have GPS!” You rushed in panic.  “Describe the car!” Alec groaned again.  “Uh, it has four wheels, four doors, two lights on the front and on the back and it has four seats.” Alec was silent for a moment before his voice went frighteningly low. “When i find you, i’m going to rip your head off and mash your head back on and taxidermy you.”  “I’m sure you’re right but why?” You responded.  “Because all cars have wheels, lights and doors!” Alec screamed making you pull your phone away from your ear. You thought it best to hang up the phone and not answer out of pure fear. You quickly got a voicemail. “(Y/N), you utter moron! Don’t you ever hang up on me! Just wait until i get-” You closed the voicemail. “So we have a hot mess approaching us alarmingly fast. He also goes by the name of Alec and-” 

Suddenly you were jolted as the car crashed into something. Though when you got a look through the broken windshield you saw it was Vladimir who looked offended. “Why would you hit me with a car!?”  “Hot mess?” Emmett repeated and you nodded.  A blur of black rushed passed. “Oh, that might be him now.” The black blur returned and you found it was Alec.  “What did you do now!?” Alec looked frazzled.  “Nope! Not me! I’m just a witness.” You raised your hands up, declaring your innocence. “Wait was that Vladimir or Stefan?” You furrowed your brow.  “Vladimir, why? Why do you want to know his name?” Alec’s eyes widened backing you up slightly.  “Uhhhh...” “You don’t need to know his name!” Alec tugged at you. "Where are we going?" "Home! I can't take you anywhere!" Alec sounded seconds away from wailing.

[pettyrevenge-base]

Threaten to lie and accuse my kids of damaging your car? I think I'll keep my camera footage of your car actually being hit. (TL;DR @ the bottom)

I was living in an apartment with just myself and my two daughters (twins). There was no assigned parking and myself and the people who lived below me often ended up parking in spots fairly close to each other. I had just purchased my first non "beater" car so I was being very cautious about how I parked, not bumping into anything, parking too close to the line etc. The neighbors, however, constantly parked right on the edge, crooked, sometimes over the line etc.

One night I came home from work and all the spots in front of the apartments we lived in were empty. I remembered this because it was odd and kind of a "cool, I don't have to squeeze in or park a mile away" moment. The next morning me and my girls leave to go grocery shopping. My neighbors car is parked next to ours and there is a very large, noticeable scratch and dent on its door. It honestly looked like someone had intentionally slammed their door into it repeatedly.

We get home and are carrying our groceries up the stairs (it takes a few trips). After the last trip I'm in the doorway and one of my daughters comes racing up behind me "Mom, there's a lady asking *other daughter's name*a bunch of questions even though she said she can't talk to her" (I'm big on the don't talk to strangers thing). So I head down and ask what I can do for her and the conversation basically goes as follows (M= me, N=neighbor, NBF = neighbor's boyfriend/husband):

Me: Can I help you?

N: I think your kid may have hit my car with your car door. Maybe she didn't but she refuses to answer me so she seems guilty.

Me: Well first of all, my daughter doesn't know you and she does not have to answer you. In fact, I'm going to ask you to not speak to my daughters unless I'm present or I give you permission. Secondly, my daughters are 10, I don't allow them to get into my car without me. I can assure you, they haven't hit your car. In fact, I always stress to them to be careful when opening their door because people often park close. When do you think this happened?

N: Last night. And you're not with your kid every time they open a door, no one is. It could have happened when they were getting something out of it.

Me: Well since I live on the third floor, I actually don't let my kids go get things out of the car without me. I'm just not comfortable being unable to get to them quickly if something were to happen. And last night we parked before you got home and remained parked all night until we left this morning for groceries, the dent was already there when we left, so it wasn't my car that hit yours, sorry.

N: Your car is white and the paint left on my door is white, it's obviously yours. Your kids did this.

Me: *I point out that there isn't a single scuff on any of my doors, including the inside that would have hit. I also open my door and show her that where my door would hit her car door is above where her damage was (I have an SUV and she had a small, low to the ground sedan)* So even if you don't believe me that my kids aren't allowed in my car unsupervised, it couldn't have been my car that did this damage.

N: *Begins getting very angry and loud at this point* I don't care! You're the only one around here with kids I see them almost hit other cars all the time! And you park too close to other cars! You need to start parking further away. If it happens again I'll get your insurance involved.

Me: Okay we're done here. Do what you think you need to. *I start to head up stairs and her boyfriend comes out and blocks my way*

NBF: What'd she say?

N: *yelling angrily* She's trying to say it wasn't them! She's trying to lie and say her kids don't get in the car without her.

NBF: That's bullshit! We seen them almost hit lots of cars!

Me: You need to move. I've explained to her that it couldn't have been my car. You need to get out of my way now and let me pass.

NBF: Nah! It was yours! The paint is white! You got kids! We seen em hit other cars!

Me: You literally just said you've seen them almost hit other cars now you're saying you've seen them actually hit cars. Neither is true. *at this point I simply move to the next stairwell over and start heading up*

N: *screaming at me* No! You're need to take responsibility for what your kids do! If you're not going to pay me I need your insurance information NOW!

Me: You don't need and are not getting my insurance information because I wasn't involved in any kind of accident or contact with your vehicle. You really need to stop screaming at me. We both pay a lot to live here, as do all of our neighbors, no one needs to hear irate screaming in the parking lot.

N: We saw your kids do it! We are going to call the cops and we're going to tell everyone here how your kids hit their cars too! Anyone who has a scratch is going to know to come to you. *At this point I turned the voice record feature on on my phone*

Me: That was the first time you've said you saw my kids do that. You are literally making things up now. You cant go around door to door here, it's against community rules in the lease that everyone has to abide by. And you can't just go around lying because you want someone to fix your car.

N: You're going to take responsibility, or we will tell everyone you hit their cars!

I shut the door and called the police myself to explain the situation because after they lied and changed their story to that they actually saw my kids hit their car I was worried they would make that report (the apartment complex management wasn't there on weekends but I told them the following Monday. They assured me that they couldn't do what they threatened and told me not to worry about it and said they'd give them a verbal warning). The police came and I played the recording for them and showed them how my car had no damage and my door didn't even line up with their damage. The neighbors went inside and shut their door when they saw the police pull up. The police basically told me I had nothing to worry about and it sounded more like they were trying to get someone to cover their damage since they didn't know who did it and were trying to use intimidation to get me to cave. They knocked on the neighbor's door and explained to them that they cant physically stop me from trying to get into my apartment or harass me and that they were going to give me a report because it sounded like they may be trying to commit insurance fraud. They attempted to tell the officers that they saw my kids hit their car but they weren't having any of it.

After that, I started taking pictures and video of my car and theirs every time I parked. A couple times they came out yelling that I'm not allowed to "film their car without permission". I just blew that off. That got really tedious but it was clear they weren't letting go of their grudge against me and my kids so I invested in a cheap security camera. I put it in the window facing the parking lot below. I would skim it really fast overnight or if I was parked during the day for several hours (I just sped it up really fast looking for when their car parked etc.)

One day I pulled up and they were out on their porch. I started to walk up stairs and they made snarky comments like "oh you're not going to get out and video everything? I actually wanted them to know that my car was still being filmed so they knew they couldn't make crap up so I said in the friendliest non sarcastic tone I could muster "Nope. Don't need to. I have a camera in my window doing it for me." This was a mistake because they started flipping out demanding to know where the camera catches and ranting that I can't film them on their porch (the camera didn't catch their porch) and demanding that I show them where all was being filmed and that if I didn't take it down they'd have me arrested, blah blah. I mentioned that they'd already been warned by the apartment complex management to stop contacting me and that I really didn't want to have to report them but if they continued to harass me I would.

Fast forward a few months and a large service van backs into their parked car and drives off (it caused significant damage). My camera caught it all. They actually knocked on my door asking if it had. And honestly, had they been polite I probably would have helped them out but they basically just immediately started demanding that I check my camera and that if I wouldn't it was probably because it was me blah blah blah. I let them know that I would be deleting the footage and not to contact me again. They tried to say that if I did it was a crime since it was evidence of a crime and they were going to call the cops on me blah blah. Nothing else ever happened, but it's one of the few times in my life I have ever not helped someone when I was in a position to and I don't feel bad at all.

TL;DR: Crazy neighbors threaten to lie and say my kids are damaging vehicles causing me to need to purchase a security camera to make sure they can't -- same neighbors have someone hit their vehicle damaging it really bad and leave. They ask me for my security cam footage that could have caught the person responsible but I told them to fuck off.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[broken-heartedgirlff]

Chapter 34 ~ Incomplete

Even though it seems I have everything I don't want to be a lonely fool All of the women, all of the expensive cars, all of the money don't amount to you (you can have it all) I can make believe I have everything, but I can't pretend that I don't see (Just give me my baby) That without you girl my life is incompleteEven though it seems I have everything I don't want to be a lonely fool All of the women, all the expensive cars, all the money don't amount to you So I can make believe I have everything, but I can't pretend that I don't see That without you girl my life is incomplete Without you girl Without you girl Without you girl you girl my life is incomplete Without you girl you girl my life is incomplete Oh yeah My life is incomplete

Olivia

We had to go to court, because today was the last hearing for us suing Avery for  full custody of Aden and me adopting him.  

It broke my heart that we were dragging him in this, and no matter what happens I will always treat him and love him as my son. I’m getting all of the kids therapy after this. Avery has tried everything in the book to destroy this case, but my lawyer was the best family lawyer in the state.   

She even had Aiden taken out of our home, and put in a temporary foster home until everything was solved. When I tell you I cried when they took my baby boy. He calls me every time he needs something and we talk every day. If we could, I would go see him everyday, but we have to go by the book in order to win. So it’s been supervised visits for the past few months.

It hurt that I couldn’t represent myself and Jeremiah in the case, because I had to put my trust in a man that I hurt. But Jordan was absolutely amazing at handling the case, and he didn’t put personal feelings in our dealings. He respected Jeremiah and vice versa.  

They are hearing the testimony of Aiden first and then the judge was going to tell us what is going to happen, and I am absolutely nervous.  

“Olivia, can you stop pacing please? You’re making me dizzy.” Jeremiah mumbled.

We were in the hallway outside of the courthouse, and I couldn’t sit still.

“His testimony is taking too long J.” I said, I was really nervous.

“I know you’re nervous, but please.” He pleaded with me, I knew that he was also just as nervous, because if everything went in Avery’s favor, she would make our life a living hell.

I finally sat down, and held his hand, and whispered my worst fear “I don’t want to leave here without him J. I don’t know if I can take that.”

“I know. Trust me I know.” He said kissing my head.

Before I could even respond, the bailiff came out and got us. Jeremiah and I walked in with our heads held high. We couldn’t let Aiden or Avery know that we are scared.

The judge called everything to order.

“I have went over every single piece of this case. Every time that a case like this comes to my desk, it upsets me. That not everyone involved can get along with each other for sake of the child in question. Aiden is a very bright boy, he knows exactly what is going on and is trying his best to stay happy, but all he wants to do is go home.

With all that being said, Ms. Jordan your team gave a compelling case, its obvious that you care for your son.”

“I do your honor, he is my only child.” Avery spoke sweetly and I wanted to barf.

The judge acknowledged her outburst, but continued:

“If you love your child as much as you claim to, why did you blatantly ignore him the days he was supposed to be in your house without supervision. You only came back into Aiden’s life because of his father’s relationship with his wife. Aiden doesn’t remember you, but he can account all the times Olivia put him to sleep and nursed him while he was sick.

Now for Mr. and Mrs. Lavigne, it’s obvious that you care for the boy as well. Especially you Mrs Lavigne. Aiden speaks extremely highly of you and his father. He loves his brother and sisters and his home life. But Mrs. Lavigne, as an officer of the court, I would expect you to have a higher regard, and not fight Ms. Jordan, every time she does something you don’t like. That can jeopardize this case and your career.”

I simply nodded my head, because he was right, I have literally been arrested 3 times since this case started because Avery cant stop talking shit and she acts like I won’t hit her. Of course because of my reputation, they don’t put these arrests on my record, but obviously the judge knows of my wrong doings.

“Like I said, I have looked at every single side of this case, and with my final decision, I grant Mr and Mrs. Lavigne, full custody of the child, Ms. Jordan, you are to have supervised visits with the child and if and only if the parents agree to let him spend unsupervised visits with you, I suggest you take them wisely. Aiden will be dropped off at your house with all of his belongings with the social worker, as soon as court is adjourned. Being that Mrs. Lavigne needs Ms. Jordan to recuse her parental rights to adopt the boy, the request is denied because Ms. Jordan refuses to do so. Court Dismissed.”

I wasn’t happy about the adoption but I was happy that he can finally come home. Before I could even speak, Avery came and slapped the shit out of Jeremiah.

“I HATE YOU!!! HOW DO YOU TURN MY SON AGAINST ME TO CHOSE HER OVER ME! JUST LIKE YOU’VE DONE FOR YEARS!!!” She screamed.

I went to jump up and defend him, but Jeremiah stopped me.

“I will never allow him to be alone with you. I will never allow him to disrespect you, but you don’t get to disrespect my wife. I did that years ago, when I stepped out of my marriage to create Aiden, and it will stop today. Olivia has been nothing but wonderful to him, unlike you have, that’s why he chose her over you.” He turned to me and reached out to grab my hand.

“Our son is waiting for us.”

And we left to go home. Sure enough Aiden and the social worker were waiting in the car outside of our house when we pulled up.

I couldn’t hurry enough to get out of the car, apparently neither could Aiden. By the time I came around to the back of the car, he was running towards me. I dropped down on my knees and he threw his body into me, hugging me.

I was crying, my baby is home, and I am never letting him go.

Xavier

Living by myself has been an adventure. Not in a good way either. I miss my wife, and I miss my girls. I think that it’s crazy that Kamryn wants a divorce. I gave her, the space she asked for, and I thought she would want me back, but she only asked for a divorce.

What’s even crazier, is that we have amazing sex still. Which pushes back our separation papers. Legally we have to be separated for 6 months, before getting a divorce meaning every time we have sex, the clock re-starts. Yet, we are in each other’s bed every week, when we trade off on the girls.

Which is where we are now. We just got done fucking and it was amazing, I don’t know why I ever cheated on her, but I regret it everyday.

She instantly got up to go to the bathroom, to clean herself up and she came back and got dressed.

“Are you going to stay the night?” I asked her.

“Nope. Mom has the girls, have to get back.” She said back to me.

“But, you can stay.”

She sighed, “Xavier, this is just sex, I just want your dick. You know that you’re the only person I have ever been with. We are still getting a divorce, Plus you have a ‘woman friend’ whatever she is.”

She was right, I was seeing Callie again. I was mad at the girls that they told her, but I know its hard to keep things from Kam. But She didn’t seem to mind, and neither did I, so we kept up our arrangement. But with Callie, everything was different this time, and we were actually happy. But I couldn’t stay away from Kamryn. Sometimes, it seems like Kam is happy that I have someone else.

“I’m not staying because she lives here with you, don’t give me that face, the girls tell me everything. Im not staying, because I fell out of love with you, years ago. We just have sex and we co-parent. That’s it.”

As soon as she got dressed, Callie walked into the room and say me naked in bed and Kam leaving.

Kam just chuckled, said bye to me and patted Callie on the shoulder, “You now know how I feel Calliope.” and walked out.  

“Really Xavier? My bed? When it was reversed, I had the decency not to step in HER HOUSE!” She said with tears in her eyes.  

I really couldn’t say anything, because I wasn’t sorry. I cared about Callie, I cared about our relationship but I care about Kamryn more. Callie knew that.

“Next time, keep her out of my bed.” She mumbled, slamming the bed room door, leaving me alone in my bliss of Kamryn.

Dominic 

Today was the day. The day that my doctor clears me, and I don’t have to walk with assistance, I would still go to PT but not that much, and I could finally start driving.  These past 18 months  has been absolutely draining, with me being in a coma, the birth of my daughter, the uphill battle between Giselle and I. I can genuinely say that everyone is in a phenomenal place. 

Giselle decided to stay after our agreement, and I couldn’t have been happier. She was everything to me, and now I had my family back and this time we’re going to do this right.

“Daddy, can I hang out with Sage at Aunt Liv’s?” Angel said running in the room, with a new walking Dominique behind her.

I smiled at both of my daughters. They were absolute perfection. I slowly stood and bent to pick up Dominique from the floor, I knew that she was soon to put anything in her mouth. She instantly laid her head on my shoulder and put her fingers in her mouth.

“I don’t care, you have to ask your mother though. She’d have to take you.” I said to her.

She instantly sighed, “But she’s going to tell me no.”

“You don’t know until you ask.”  

“Fine. But I already know the answer.” She stormed out the room, and as soon as she left, Niq started to whine and reach out to Angel.

“Angel, Niq wants you!” I yelled.

“She’s been following me all day! Keep her!!” She yelled back, going to find Giselle

I soothed her as best as I could, and whispered in a baby voice “Your sissy, is a big meanie huh?”

That instantly had her laughing.

“Cmon, let’s find your mommy and brother in the house.”

~

At Physical therapy, along with my doctor, they were checking my motor functions as well as where I had gotten shot.

It was a miracle that I am getting out of this now. I should’ve been paralyzed for the rest of my life. But it’s nothing but the Grace of God and I am truly thankful.

Giselle was sitting in the seat, and I know that she was anxious to hear what the doctors had to say because she was constantly shaking her leg.

“Baby, please calm down.” I chuckled at her.

She rolled her eyes, “I can’t, I just want them to say everything is good. I’m nervous.”

I shook my head and followed through with my session.

About and hour later, my doctor told me that he wants to see me walking without any assistance.

“Where do you want to walk to?” I asked.

He sat in silence for a minute and asked Giselle about 25 Feet in front of me and she got up and walked to the spot.

I was kind of nervous because she had never seen me walk by myself. In the house, I typically walk with a cane or a walker or if I’m with the kids, they hold my hand and give me strength to not lose my balance.

At first, it was a struggle, but I just kept looking at Giselle, and I knew that everything was going to be okay. She was crying, but tried to wipe it away, so I wouldn’t see, but it just made me happier. When I got about 5 feet in front of her, she told me that my shoe was untied.

I bent down to tie my shoe,  

“Is everything Okay D? I can do it for you” She called out.

“I’m good, I promise.” I said to her,

I then acted like I was getting back up, but instead I took the ring box out of my pocket and got on one knee.

She looked at me with wide eyes and covered her mouth. I took her left hand, and said

“I’ve known you since you were 15 and I fell in love with you on day one, back in the principal’s office. We were torn apart and brought back together so many times, I don’t know how you still love me or put up with me. Not only are you raising our beautiful children, you’ve accepted my daughter as your own, which made me love you even more because you didn’t have to.  

You stayed when I was in the hospital, you were there when I didn’t have anyone else. That time when you did leave and the times we were apart from each other, my heart ached for you. Without you Gi, my life is meaningless, sad, and incomplete. I want to spend every single day with you, until I’m gone.

Yes, we are already married but we’ve never had the actual experience of being married. I have asked this question so many times, under different circumstances each time, now I want to get it right this time, here, today, when I walked to you and all I could see was you at the end of my journey, I want to ask it for the final time.

Giselle Marie Boudreaux, will you make me the happiest man on this planet, and marry me?”

By the time I finished talking she had tears rolling down her face.

“Of Course I will Dominic.”

[amurderofmuses]

 ✋️ - See my muse naked and have your muse cover their eyes  🖐 - Have your muse peek through their fingers at seeing my muse naked. Dante and Liv please.

✋️ - See my muse naked and have your muse cover their eyes  🖐 - Have your muse peek through their fingers at seeing my muse naked. 

((These actually work together for one response so I will combine them))

Liv was at a point where she was mostly calm underground. It had been a few days and she still felt panicked most the time, but the family that took her in learned to give her some space and she appreciated it. Today she was somewhat alone. Dante was still in the lair with her, as she wasn’t allowed to be completely unsupervised in the event she went into a panicked state again. However the others were busy, some running down leads from Baxters lab, while others were running errands such as getting food. 

Dante’s father had taken it upon himself to search out buildings that were abandoned or for sale to see if anything could be used to house her, something with an open upper level that wouldn’t be bothered by humans. Liv appreciated the effort that was being made and tried her best to be as little of a burden as possible. 

Today’s challenge was figuring out how to use their bathing facilities. Their showers were thankfully large, considering the size of the turtles themselves it made some level of sense to have large showers. Still with her wings spread out it did make for some awkward maneuvering on her part. The worst part was she couldn’t really clean her wings well, not that she had been able to before, but full submersion helped some. Now she was just doing the best she could.

She didn’t really need showers as breaking from her stone prison usually removed any dirt that had accumulated on her before she went to sleep. Still, she liked to feel clean and a shower was her only option. Which really she was as clean as she was going to get so currently she was just wasting water. Turning off the shower Liv stepped out and tried to shake herself dry, which didn’t work too well. The towels were of decent size, but still not huge. 

Doing the best she could Liv dried off and left the bathroom seeking out Dante to see if her clothing was clean. Spying him she rose up from all fours, her preferred mode for movement while underground and stood before him. 

“Dante, are my clothes clean?”

What happened next surprised Liv. Dante made a strange noise like someone was strangling and slapped his hands on his face hard enough to almost knock himself over. He was currently covering his eyes and babbling, but nothing he was saying was making sense. Liv just canted her head curiously at him, waiting for him to start making sense. 

After a few moments Dante peeked between his fingers and then promptly fell backwards. It appeared to Liv as though he passed out. She crouched down worried about her friend. 

“Dante?” Shaking him, he didn’t move. 

Worried she turned around at a noise. Some of the older turtles had come home. Standing up she moved over to them. “Please, I don’t know what happened. Dante was talking and then he fell backwards and wont respond?” Liv was curious as the other turtles had the strangest expressions while trying not to look at her.

[theflowersofdoom]

gonna talk about my spooky side account lore bc its unabashedly my favorite

sam and his sibling max lost their parents to to the bringer when they were really young. they were freed from terror mountain when the hannah thing went down. sam had trouble adjusting and stayed in terror mountain for awhile while max eagerly went out into world. the two kept in constant contact, until max suddenly stopped replying after he traveled to the haunted woods. sam decided to leave for the haunted woods to look for his sibling, and had a pretty terrifying time of it until he met lonnie

lonnie is a ne’er-do-well grave robber squatting in an abandoned house in the middle of the haunted woods. he found a very afraid and confused sam stumbling around and took him in with the intention of using him to help in illegal activities. sam, being cut off form the world for 10000 yrs and being generally too trusting, enthusiastically goes along with him. the two run around causing trouble and eventually lonnie finds himself actually CARING about this  sweet bori

paix was born to a terrestrial aisha and alien aisha couple and was raised exclusively on the virupets space station. her childhood had a backdrop of constant and oppressive paranoia of sloth. her family had several connections with the resistance and as a result knew several ppl who either disappeared or were seriously negatively effected by the sloth empire. she even lived through the sloth takeover of virtupets, which while thankfully was relatively uneventful on the part of the station her family lived in, it was still pretty terrifying for 10-or-smth yr old. while all this died down when paix grow up to adult, her parents were still very protective, not allowing paix or her little sister to travel unsupervised and helicoptered pretty bad. paix prided her self in being very level headed, but then one of her only friends disappeared while tracking down a sloth aligned organization and is presumed dead, paix is absolutely devastated, and in the months following his disappearance she quietly takes a small, former resistance ship from a family friend. she intended on flying it to neo central and parking it somewhere visible where the authorities would find it and return it with her apology note sitting in the seat of the cockpit, meanwhile shes in faerieland or mystery island, she doesnt know where just anywhere she’ll figure it out when she gets there. 

what ACTUALLY happened was a little more dramatic than she intended

paix initially and rightfully doesnt trust lonnie much, but he IS nice enough to let her stay at his house after she  crashed into his back yard  (is this even his house? i looks like its been run down for a while). sam was amazed in meeting a real alien and paix liked him well enough, hes a very kind guy, but still the whole situation was suspect

she probably wouldnt have stayed for long if lonnie hadnt up and died on them

paix suspected murder, from what sam says lonnie wasnt the most liked person around, but its not like theres any laws this is the haunted woods. as far as sam knows lonnie doesnt have any family, he thinks once there was a sister mentioned but he didnt even get a first name. the only family sam had left was a missing sibling he had been trying to find for a year now. so paix helps sam bury him in the back yard

paix takes on a lot of the responsibilities, like get food and telling people that lonnie is in fact dead, he wont be bothering you anymore. she even starts helping sam in his attempts to track down his sibling (shes not super optimistic but its not like shes going to tell sam that). 

at first paix thinks that sam is just very, VERY upset. he hasnt been very tired and acting a little strange, but his friend just died in front of him, its not like she has any room to judge. but as time goes on, things seem increasingly off. theres breif moments where sam seems to be his old self, but more and more he seems confused. paix finds him standing in the middle of the hall, staring at the wall. theres times where sam doesnt remember where hes been or what he was doing just moments ago. paix goes to the attic to get sam, finding no one, only to remember that sam is asleep in the in the living room, and when she goes back down staris of course hes still there, passed out on the couch like he has been all day, why was she so sure there was someone in the attic

when it becomes clear that lonnies been possessing sam, paix has a weird mix of terror and relief, though its drowned out by how PISSED she is at lonnie. she yells at him in portuguese for WHILE before he explains that he really wasnt trying to hurt sam or steal his body or anything else paix is accusing him of, hes been trapped in the ghost zone since he died and nothing he did could get their attention (he had gotten SO CLOSE with paix, she seemed to almost hear him. paix remembers all the times she felt she was being watch or heard someone screaming and just shrugged it off as a side effect of the haunted woods) 

paix could absolutely kill him AGAIN when he goes on to explain that hes now stuck in sams body. she begrudgingly agrees to help lonnie not be stuck, using a ritual from one of the weird creepy books littered around the house. it works and paix is incredibly relieved to find that sam is alright, but then immediately un-relieved to feel someone standing behind her and turned around to find lonnies spooky ghost standing there, menacingly 

the tension was immediately broken as sam  scrambled up screaming YOURE ALIVE and attempting to tackle-hug lonnie only to go through him and crash into the wall

and after paix gives lonnie a peice of her mind and lonnie profusely apologizes to both her and sam, things fall back into normality. paix and sam have found ways to make a living without doing anything illegal. lonnie is somewhat weirder as a ghost, hes taken a liking to scaring the heck out of ppl and is back to being a menace, but he seems to be more sincere with sam and paix at least 

zaf generally doesnt like photos, meko probably caught them by surprise 

zaf was a unfortunate victim of one of the many sloth-aligned splinter groups, and while they have made an amazing recovery, they remember nothing before waking up in the hospital. they were told that they had been kidnapped and eventually were found and taken in by authorities before being treated and successfully reverted to the physiology of an average mutant kacheek. zaf knows theres more to the story that authorities and their friends arent telling them, and has vague memories, but zaf isnt sure if they want to remember them. they were told by their friends that they had been a zafara before, that they were kind and generous and everyone was devastated when they went missing. zaf, surrounded by people that they cant remember, felt incredibly guilty. they hear stories about themself that they cant remember or even relate to. they ask for descriptions of themself that dont feel like them, least not anymore. zaf looks at pictures of this person that doesnt even look like them, and they cant help but feel like that person isnt here anymore.

zaf distances themself and eventually leaves neo central, taking a job at a hotel in the haunted woods. they have trouble finding a place to stay, and on their way to look at yet another apartment, they mistakenly knock on the door of a spotted bori who has THE friendliest face theyve seen since they moved to the woods

the two talk until its dark out and sam insists they stay the night bc its not safe to be out are you kidding me its the haunted woods. paix, given her past, is suspicious before zaf mentions what happened to them and she straight up offers for them to stay indefinitely (good thing too bc sam was pretty confident the place they had been on their way to see was a scheme to murder people, which seemed way more alarming to zaf than it did sam)

it takes 3 days for zaf to meet lonnie bc hes busy being an ass, slamming doors and leaving creepy messages in the mirror, culminating into jump-scaring zaf in the hallway at 3 in the morning. paix had tried to warn them but its still a spooky ghost in your apartment. sam mentioned that lonnies body was buried in the back yard and zaf looked like they were about to cry. just two sweet kids living in a dilapidated old house thats haunted by their dead friend, whose body they had bury in the back

zaf seems to be the only one concerned about the skulls in the living room, and the strange books, all of which, at least the ones zaf can make sense of, contain what appears to be spells. they mentioned where they lived to their boss and some coworkers and all hell broke loose and zaf had to leave the premises. paix apologized and said that lonnie had a reputation with the hotel staff and it kind of extended to everyone esle in the house. lonnie zipped through the ceiling and stated that they had ALWAYS had it out for him even BEFORE he stole that golf cart and the two start up another argument and the initial point is lost. 

but even months afterward, zaf cant forget the the moment of panic in their former boss’s eyes when they mentioned the house

mini is a witch living in the woods. sam and the gang think shes their neighbor, but no one is really sure where she lives. she comes by the house every now and then. sam, paix, and zaf have invited her in but always stated that she cant come in. has started to come around more frequently after zaf showed her one of the book they had found, wondering if she could make any sense of it. usually cryptic mini straight up said it was incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands. the two have since working through the books to see if any of more of them had spell theorems that could ‘potentially warp the fabric of reality’ as mini had put it

[tumblunni]

Umm im sorry i worried everyone!

Long story shory i managed to get past the suicidal moment and managed to talk to a staff member about it, albiet through the indirect awkwardness of sticky notes on the front of my door. Well, it worked! Even if it was quite a while of frantically scribbling and trying to go downstairs and hand it to someone and then giving up and ripping it upnand then trying again. Im almost out of notebook paper now!

So umm i talked to a nice lady who's YET ANOTHER new rotating staff member i never met before. But she said that maybe she can be assigned to me as my main nurse so at least im always talking to the same person each time when we're talking about the whole ptsd and anxiety thats the whole reason im here. And OH GOD THANK YOU she gave me validation that the Constantly Looking Through Your Door Every Hour So You Never Get Any Privacy was a REAL BAD IDEA in a goddamn psych ward! Apparantky its a stupid rule forced upom them by changing NHS standards since stupid brexit and our revolving door of new politicians cutting corners everywhere. It makes sense cos really its a very bigoted/stereotypical view of mental health people faaaaar away from a distance with no consideration to what they actually need to get better. "Oh check on the crazies to make sure they aint dangerous or killed themself when you arent looking", conpletely ignoring how such 24/7 surveillance could cause more suicides than it catches! And seriously let me reiterate how it did NOTHING to catch me when i wanted to kill myself the two times its happened already, its not like there's big visual signs, sometimes its just me sitting in the corner staring straight ahead and thinking things i feel unable to tell the staff members cos i cabt trust them cos of this bullshit. And if i really wanted to do it it would be so easy to just wait in between the checks! Its so dumb! And its so easy to just turn to face the door and say 'yes i'm here' every time they check and they just leave cos thats literally all they do?? Im able to do that in the middle of a damn breakdown! They dont even know if im okay or not, just that i didnt leave the room. And nobody noticed i had a big ol cut on my arm for three days!

So uhh yeah anyway the lady was mega nice and said they actually did anticipate that this rule would start off my paranoia and make me worse as soon as they first read my symptom list. And they said they were able to give me a guarantee of two hours unsupervised to just finally sit down alone and think and cry and get this combined weight of 8 days stress all out. And im allowed to go sit in the corner of the room where they cant see me and put the wardrobe in the way just in case i dont believe them.

So ive been sitting here in my little fort for a while and finally being able to hug my plush toys and just close my eyes and think through all of this shit. And like just.. Just this lady's kindness and knowing that im not being irrational for worrying and that i might have one person i can indeed talk to. It just helped a lot. I had a big stupid think and i think i'm..well im not okay but im not at risk of hurting myself anymore. I feel more optimistic that i'll be able tp endure all this if i know i can sometimes have a moment to just be allowed to be sad about it. And just not be seen. For the first ten minutes i was just all scrunched up repeating 'nobody can see me, nobody's allowed to see me' until i really believed it. Man im so fragile, just living in A House With Several People has already broken me down to that point! I feel proud i was able to build up a bit of a foundation again just by talking to myself and hugging a giant pokemon tho! And dear god all your messages really helped, thank you everyone! I feel a little bad that i wasnt able to draw anything good and post it for the one drawing request, but then i realized if its just to make me feel better im allowed to draw badly. Like how i was scrawling absolute nonsense on my arm with a pen two days ago, just so i wouldnt cut myself. It worked! It looked expectedly like what rabid depression scribbles look like, but it worked! So i probably wont show anyone my bad doodles but thank you for suggesting i do it! And the idea from someone else of just imagining some story prompts for those ocs i thought up shortly before i moved here. That cheered me up just to know people are still interested in that idea! I hope i can feel better enough soon to actually start drawing proper good stuff again so i can give them fittingly adorable designs! But just thinking up ideas in my head for lil offscreen mini stories helps me develop them even when i dont feel up to actually writing or drawing. And then there's the other people who just sent me hopes and prayers and messages of friendship and nice pictures! Oh god you guys are my actual lifeblood! One of the things i thought about while i was just chilling out was how i met all of my friends throughout my life and how they shaped who i became and how im like.. Just a big person shape made of links of friends, and all the ways i want to make them proud, and all the ways they saw worth in me even when i couldnt see it myself. And even thoigh many of them have left me they all helped lead me through so many spiralling paths to meet the others and to accomplish other things and to get to where i am today!

And just generally.. Uhh.. Love you guys a lot, okay.just wanted to let you know that im doing better, in case my mobile credit runs out. I love you so fucking much.

[tuck-everlasting-shitposts]

[eyooo its the fic abt the ask I sent! i didn’t even proofread this and I wrote it all in one sitting so, uh… enjoy!]

Tick. Tick. Tick. The hands on his pocket-watch moved so slowly that Miles began to question whether or not the April breeze had frozen them.  He pressed his back against the whitewashed schoolhouse, humming the tune from his mother’s music box. Perhaps, he thought, nervous habits could be inherited. He checked his watch again, positive that the lessons were running late. Surely it was at least ten past three- he had already waited an eternity. Reading the hands, he groaned. 2:57.  He closed his eyes, praying to hear Rose’s voice as she dismissed her students. He had to laugh a bit to himself- he never thought anyone could be more excited for class to end on a Friday afternoon than a student, but here he was.

The liberating handbell was music to his ears. Miles watched as students of varying ages flooded past. Young girls giggled when they saw him, whispering and cooing about “Miss Rose and her beau.” They had come to recognize the ritual he and Rose had accidentally created. Each afternoon, Miles would wait for the lessons to end. He would perform any repairs that the schoolhouse needed. Then, he would offer to walk Rose home, often carrying mountains of books. Sometimes, to the young girls’ amusement, all that he held was Rose’s hand.

After the last of the students trickled out of the doors, Miles entered the schoolhouse with a grin, waving away a cloud of chalk dust. He figured that stampede of children must have caused Rose to not notice his entrance as he watched her erase the chalkboard. He felt a smile grow as he watched her, marveling at how angelic she looked in the afternoon glow. Those bouncing, honey brown curls, cinnamon-colored freckles, her adora- He shook his head in attempt to clear it. He prided himself on being what seemed to be, at times, the sole rational person in his family. Lovesickness was completely foreign to him-but not exactly unpleasant. His smile returned as Rose turned to greet him, a bit startled. 

“Well, if it isn’t my personal carpenter?”

“And painter, and pack mule, and, as I see your students call me, your ‘beau,’” he teased back, leaning on her desk. Rose rolled her eyes, responding to his last statement with only a coy smile.

“Unfortunately for you, I saw a miracle today. Not a single student broke anything- even though Ronald Carson actually came to school for once!” Miles laughed and took her hand in his. 

“Miracle indeed. But if I don’t have any repairs to make, that just means that I have more free time- thatsomeone could spend with me.” Rose laughed- and what a beautiful laugh! -before nodding in approval. 

“And do you have any ideas how to spend all this time we have?”

Miles brought her to the open doors. “Well, it sure is a nice day out. I’d know, I waited out here for a century. How about a walk through Treegap Wood?” Before she could reply, he began to lead her outside, stopping just long enough to let her lock up the schoolhouse. 

•••

Miles felt a warmth in his chest as he watched Rose look upon the wood with adoration. Little did he know, he had the same expression as he looked at her. 

“I’ve lived in Treegap my whole life and I never knew how gorgeous it is here. It’s like in a fairytale, Miles!” she breathed, hardly more than a whisper. He knew these woods like the back of his hand- which she was now dragging him around by. He waited for her to stop and study yet another flowering vine. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her into a spin. She erupted into laughter, crying out “Miles Joseph Tuck!” He laughed with her, heart swelling with affection. The laughter came to an abrupt halt as a tree root caused the couple to tumble onto the forest floor.

Miles, returning to his typical self, began to fret and check to see if Rose had been injured. The only thing that had taken any damage was her immaculate bun, allowing more of her curls to frame her now flushed face. Relieved, Miles felt himself sinking back into warm, sappy feeling that was enveloping him before the tree root’s interruption. He mentally gave thanks that Rose was the only one seeing him in this state, then sat up, leaning his back on the tree trunk. Rose sat up, too, but then leaned against Miles, resting her head on is shoulder. His heart skipped a beat, her intoxicating warmth and floral scent chipping at his high boundaries. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her even closer. The fact that their parents would be far from happy if they caught them like this could be ignored for now. Rose melted against him as she admired the wood’s beauty. With each shared heartbeat, the thought of how much he wished he could stay in this moment for eternity echoed in Miles’s mind. For a brief while, he was at peace. 

•••

Jesse swung himself to another branch, searching for the perfect view. He settled himself on this branch and scoped out the forest. The scene was beyond familiar to him. He skimmed it, recognizing each sycamore like an old friend. Something broke the perfect stillness, drawing his eyes to the foot of a nearby tree. At first, he brushed it off as being two random lovebirds. Then, the realization hit him. Smiling devilishly, he made his way to a lower branch and hopped out of the tree. What kind of a brother would he be if he let this go on unsupervised?

•••

Miles lightly caressed Rose’s porcelain cheek, her soft curls tickling his fingers. His other hand was intertwined with hers. His eyes studied every inch of her delicate face as if this were the last time he would get to bask in her beauty. Adoration washed over him, and he tentatively leaned in, seeking to bridge the gap between their lips for the first time. Just as their lips were about to meet, they were interrupted by a youthful voice.

“Tsk, tsk. Shoulda known that we couldn’t have left you without a chaperone, Miles. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna steal your girl- but I can’t help it if she changes her mind." 

Miles stood, furious. Rose stood up behind him, face glowing as red as an ember. 

"Jesse, I swear, if she wasn’t here, I’d kill you for this.”

“Heeey now, no way to talk in front of a lady!” Jesse shifted his attention to Rose. “Sorry about my brother. Jesse Tuck, how do!” Before Jesse could extend his hand, miles turned to Rose apologetically. 

“No, I’m sorry about him. Guess you’d have to have the misfortune of meeting him sooner or later.”

“Hey, I’m a blessing! You must be Miss Rose. Lemme tell ya, you’re all he talks about lately. Even when he’s asleep! This one ti-” Miles clamped his hand over his brother’s mouth. 

“Shut up, Jesse,” he said through clenched teeth. Jesse raised his hands in surrender. 

“Look, I see that I cant leave you lovebirds alone, so how about I stay, I dunno, 50 feet away and keep an eye on you? Or I could always tell Ma about all this and let her handle it…”

Miles stared his brother down, already planning revenge. 

“100 feet.”

“75. That, or hearin’ about this from Ma from eternity.”

Miles sighed defeatedly. 

“Fine, but I’m holding you to this.”

The brothers shook hands, and Jesse parted. Miles turned to Rose to begin damage control. He apologized furiously, not noticing Rose’s bubbling laughter. 

“Miles, really, it’s fine. It’s… sweet. I have to say, you must have a very lively family.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” he replied, his voice losing some of its gruffness. She scanned their surroundings, then pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. The two continued on their walk, albeit with Miles looking over his shoulder often. He began telling Rose stories of Jesse’s most interesting- and embarrassing- moments. As time went on, Miles relaxed, almost forgetting his brother’s interruption. The two rested by a creek, watching the golden sunlight seep into the water. They sat down together, exchanging soft smiles. Miles inched towards Rose, moving to wrap his arm around her when-

“HEY! I SEE YOU TWO!”

Miles jumped, then whipped around, searching for his brother. 

“Jesse. Tuck. If you don’t-”

“Up here!”

Miles looked up to see his brother grinning back at him from a high tree branch. 

“I TOLD YOU SEVENTY-FIVE FEET AWAY!” Miles bellowed. 

“Never said what direction!”

Miles, livid, ran to the tree that Jesse was perched in, prepared to climb up it himself.

“Hey, I’m getting down, I’m getting down! We need to get home for dinner, anyway.”

Miles, exhausted, turned to Rose, who was beaming. She found these squabbles endearing, an interesting change from the collected, rational Miles she mostly saw. He shrugged, then asked, “Well, it is getting late. Care to join us for dinner?”

Rose took his hand. 

“I’d love to.” Jesse landed beside them, and inerjected “Heyyy, keep room for Je-” He relented once he saw Miles’s icy glare. “…y'know, I guess I can trust ya, actually!”

Miles gave a slight smile, but his tone remained serious. 

“Enough to stay far away the whole walk home?" 

"Deal.” Jesse waved goodbye and hurried home. To him, Ma’s cooking trumped everything else. 

Miles squeezed Rose’s hand. “You do realize that if we marry, you’ll have to deal with him for the rest of your life, too?”

She wrapped her arms around him, smiling into his shoulder. 

“You’ve survived it so far, so can I. Unless you to kill each other, it’s free entertainment for me.”

Miles chuckled, pulling her closer. In that moment, he knew that she was the woman he could spend forever with. 

Hell. Yes.