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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~5.4k

Summary: Wanda borrows Boone for his sniffer.

A/N: Here's another one! This one combines my favorite things. Dogs and.....Boone is in this one. Also there's conflict and Wanda gets lectured.

Warnings: angst, injury, and conflict

Boone pants as he sits and watches his mom talk to Steve and Bucky nearby. He hadn’t gone to work with you today because Wanda had something that she could use his help with. There’d been a tense conversation this morning before you left, but eventually you just kissed him on the head and scratched his ears with a smile. You’d told him to be a good boy, and now he was waiting to see what happens next.

He’s been brought to the compound first to run through what he was going to be asked to do. Although he was mostly a companion to you and Wanda, he did occasionally train for other things as well. It really depended on if you let him and so far he’s mostly done bite training, tracking and scent training. You preferred to have him with you or just at home, but you knew that sometimes he got bored. He was a high drive dog who enjoyed being around you, but he also enjoyed being put to work.

Regardless of whether it's for work or companionship, Boone loves to be around his people and he’s glad to see that Bucky’s walking over to him to get started. He’s a little on the fence about attempting this, but Wanda wanted it and you’d agreed so they were going to try to make it work. He smiles at Boone as he scratches his head when the dog stands up.

“Are you ready, bud?"

Boone barks excitedly as he follows Bucky downstairs to the rooms that they normally used to train dogs.

When Wanda woke up this morning, she’d been greeted by the bad news that an op that was planned for today had hit a snag. She’d barely been awake enough to get all of the details, but the important one was that their dogs that had been prepared to find the drugs hidden away somewhere at the edge of Strucker’s territory are no longer an option. He was too paranoid to just leave it anywhere in it’s pure form so they were going on a scavenger hunt of sorts. Strucker had numerous locations where he’d keep a ton of random, somewhat valuable items stashed away, and Wanda and her friends had concluded that their haul was most likely in one of these buildings.

The trouble was figuring out which ones, and that is where the dogs came in. They would go into each of these buildings and try to locate the drugs they were looking for, cocaine in this case, and save them hours looking for it. Unfortunately, the dogs set to help with this were sick from getting into the trash last night. She didn’t remember the specifics but she made sure that whoever was responsible gets reprimanded for fucking this up. She knows it may not work on such short notice, hell they have two hours until they were set to leave, but she figures that she might as well try and see if Boone can do it.

You’d taught him how to find different things by smell early on. You’d learned very quickly that he needed to stay preoccupied in order to not be destructive, and he loved it so you continued even as he grew older. You’d mostly had him fetch commonplace things for you, but last year Wanda had proposed introducing him to different things that she worked with such as money, guns and drugs. You’d been a little reluctant and had wanted to be there for Boone’s training whenever possible. You trusted Wanda when she said that it would be done safely and that Boone was into it. You didn’t want him to be forced into something that he didn’t want to do, and that was the deal that you had with your wife.

If she wanted to borrow him to help at work, you had to be aware of what was happening. You also had the right to tag along to the not dangerous parts, but you were working today and since it was so last minute you were nervous. You weren’t sure if Boone was ready, but Wanda was asking for a favor so you allowed it. She’s reassured you that your dog wouldn’t be in danger and you chose to believe her.

Now however, as you sat at work waiting for your next appointment, you considered how most things that Wanda did were dangerous. Even if they weren’t supposed to be, she found a way to be at risk which is one of the main reasons why you were pushing for her retirement. Unfortunately, she wasn’t as enthused by the idea of being retired by 35 as you were hoping she’d be.

“Good boy, Boone!”

Bucky smiles at the shepherd who brings him back the bait for a 5th time in a row. He gives Boone another treat that he munches on happily as he considers his next move. They’d been at this for over an hour and Boone was doing a perfect job of finding the bait despite the various changes and distractions he’d added. He checked the time and realized that they had to leave in about 20 minutes. He looked over to Boone who was still sniffing one of the rats that wandered around this room for training purposes. They were all taken care of and would be collected when they left, but this one wanted to finish some of the treat that Boone had dropped.

“Let’s go find your mom, bud.”

Wanda’s waiting anxiously for Boone and Bucky to finish up when she receives a call saying that everyone is ready ahead of schedule. She’s only a little nervous about taking your baby out to enemy territory, but she’ll make sure someone was with him the whole time and there will be plenty of back up.

“Hey, Wanda.”

Wanda turns around at the sound of her name and she smiles when she sees Boone’s get up. He’s dressed up for the occasion and he looks so cute that Wanda can’t help but take a picture of him. She’ll send it to you once he’s back here safe and sound. She puts her phone away before she walks towards him and reaches out to pet him.

“Look at you Boone. You look so cute in your helmet.”

Boone’s been outfitted with a helmet that has a camera on it so they can see what he sees as he wanders through the buildings with a handler. He’s wearing a bulletproof vest and a collar with a tracker on it just in case. Wanda’s not going to take any chances with him, and she still needs to figure out if Bucky’s okay with accompanying him.

“Is he ready? “

Wanda’s almost disappointed when Bucky nods because she’s just stressed about her decision to get Boone’s help. She’s sure he can do it. He’s very smart and he will have someone with him the whole time, but they’d only scoped out this area a couple of times. Bucky can clearly tell that Wanda is stressing and he does his best to reassure her that everything will be fine. With any luck, they’ll go in, Boone will sniff it out and then they will get what they came for and leave.

It would be easy, right?

“I’ll go with him, Wanda. It will be nice and quick hopefully.”

You’re typing angrily on your computer when you hear your phone go off from where it sits on your desk beside you. You grab it so quickly you nearly send it to the floor in your hurry, and you mutter a curse as you look to see who it is.

We’re on our way now, I’ll let you know when he’s back safe.

Wanda.

You look at the time before trying to calculate how long until you’ll hear from her again. She’d told you this morning that this shouldn’t take too long, but you had no idea what that really meant. You tried to focus on your work and not worry about your dog, but that was near impossible. You’re still holding your phone ten minutes later when another message comes in. This time it’s a picture.

You see Boone standing next to Bucky with his vest, helmet and a tiny camera on his head. He’s panting and looks relaxed and almost happy and you are glad to see this. You want him to be safe and you’re glad he’s with Bucky. You take a deep breath and send your wife a quick message before returning to work. You smile as you sneak another look at your cute dog before starting back up on your record, this time you type with a little less force.

“Ready Boone?”

When they arrive about a block away from the first building Steve parks the car and looks to the duo in the backseat. Boone whines excitedly and is on his feet and ready to go before Bucky even opens the door.

“We’ll rely on coms once you’re in there, and Wanda will be monitoring the stream as you go.”

Steve mentions that the guards around the building have been subdued and Bucky takes that as his cue. He looks to Boone who’s raring to go. He makes sure that his helmet is on securely before leading him out of the car and on toward the first building of three.

“Come on, Boone.”

The shepherd is already sniffing as he arrives at the doors and Bucky pushes it open before letting Boone lead the way.

“Okay, Boone. Find it.”

Bucky follows Boone as he walks up and down the rows of supplies stacked almost as tall as Bucky. Some are visible while others are in metal crates, but Bucky’s mostly concerned about keeping track of their surroundings. While Boone focuses on looking for their stash, he’s making sure that there’s nothing suspicious or dangerous that could harm either of them. Other than the possible guns, explosives and other weapons that might be in here.

Bucky looks up briefly at the rafters of this dark and drafty building and he sighs in defeat. Why did mobsters have to be so cliché?

“Find anything yet?”

This is Steve and Bucky’s shaking his head and about to say no. but Boone stops at one of the boxes near the end of the aisle. They’re more than half way through everything and so far, Boone’s just been walking up and down. He stops to sniff this particular box again and Wanda’s speaking up as she watches through Boone’s camera.

“Maybe that one? Can you open it at all?”

Bucky tells Boone to sit as he takes a closer look at the box in front of him. It’s metal, probably heavy, and definitely locked. Bucky says this and then he marks it with a piece of bright orange tape to help whoever is going to come back and get it.

“Okay Boone, let’s keep going.”

Boone goes through the rest of the containers without finding anything, so Bucky moves to the next building. By the time they finish in the last building and Boone’s only tagged one more container, Wanda’s beginning to worry. Had her informant been given bad information? They’d been told that there were at least 6 different containers that had drugs in it, but Boone had only found two. The possibilities were that either they’d been wrong, or Boone just hadn’t been able to find them all. She’s not sure which option she’d prefer at this point.

“Let’s just get these two and go back to the compound. We’ll figure it out from there.”

Everyone nods and they can hear the obvious disappointment in her voice. Bucky glances down at Boone who’s still sniffing around furiously and he wonders what happened tonight. Maybe Boone just hadn’t been given enough time to prepare.

“Okay, we’re on our way back Steve.”

Steve was ordering a group to go retrieve the containers when Bucky says this. After Steve responds, Bucky sighs and starts to lead Boone back to the car. He follows obediently up until they get back to the parking lot. Once they’re close enough to Steve, Boone starts to pull away and try to go in a different direction. Bucky frowns and tries to pull Boone back, but he whines before he starts to pull harder and Bucky curses under his breath.

“Boone, stop it. Come on.”

The shepherd starts to whine louder and it catches Wanda’s attention from where she’s standing in the doorway. She’d been about to leave but Boone’s odd behavior had caught her attention. She frowns when she sees Boone keep looking back to something that she couldn’t see very well. She decides to try and figure out what it is because Boone apparently is really interested in it.

“Bucky, where is he wanting you to go?”

The brunette in question has no idea and short of letting Boone drag him away he’s not sure if they’ll be able to find out. He says something to this affect and Wanda considers her options. She knows that beyond the three buildings they just looked at, they have no idea of what might be in the surrounding area. There might be more drugs, or there might be a trap waiting for them. When Boone whines again and Wanda sees him look back behind the buildings again, she decides to let him go explore.

“Take him back there, Bucky.”

Bucky’s only a little hesitant to do so because he’s not sure what they’ll find, but he pulls his gun and follows after Boone who’s just short of running. He runs toward the back of the buildings where there’s a small junkyard that smells like sewage. They’d only glanced back here because there didn’t believe anything was salvageable, and all Bucky saw were a couple of old cars and some empty shipping containers that looked like they were one strong storm away from disintegrating.

“Boone.”

Bucky watches as Boone continues to walk towards the actual pile of garbage before deciding to call for backup. He stops Boone in his tracks despite the fact that the dog wants to keep going. He’s sniffing furiously and Bucky secretly hopes it’s not just for some animal that’s hiding nearby.

“I think he wants to look in there.”

Wanda frowns as she tries to figure out what Boone might be on to before she shakes her head. She sends in two more people to join the duo just to be sure before she gives Bucky the go ahead. She ignores Bucky greeting his backup and focuses on Boone who skips over the cars and go straight for the containers. Bucky’s going between watching him and looking around the surrounding area to make sure it’s still clear. The duo behind him is looking with flashlights into the tall grass that the buildings are backed up against. It’s dark and cold out and they don’t expect to see anyone but the guards out here. Especially not out in the middle of a damn freeze.

The shot goes off when Boone’s only a couple of feet away from a container. The loud crack cuts through the silence and makes everyone jump in surprise and Boone yelps in pain. Wanda hears rustling and Bucky curses as Boone falls over, and she watches as the camera spins and lands on the barely visible container.

“Shit! Boone.”

Bucky makes sure that he’s covered by the two who are shooting into the dark before he kneels down next to Boone. He quickly finds where Boone was hit, and he sighs in relief when he sees no blood and only a deformed vest. The shouting and guns in the background fade away, and Bucky realizes that Wanda’s talking to him.

“Bucky, is he okay? Is he alive?”

Wanda’s panicking because she can’t tell if Boone is moving, and if she’s gotten your dog killed today, she’ll be a single woman by sunrise. She waits as patiently as possible as Bucky assesses the damage, and she nearly starts crying when she hears him sigh.

“Yes, he’s okay. It hit the vest.”

Boone still doesn’t move much and he whines when Bucky pets him. He listens to Steve talk to the others and realizes that the shooter is down, so he decides to take Boone back to the car and have someone come out here and collect whatever they were about to find. Wanda is predictably on the same page and she is already trying to figure out how to tell you what happened. You’d undoubtedly be mad and she would be very lucky if she still got to sleep next to you tonight, but she’d worry about that later.

“I’m bringing him back Steve. Someone else can come grab this.”

Steve agrees and within a few minutes, Boone is lying in the backseat of the car with Bucky. He tries to take off the shepherd’s vest but it’s difficult with the car moving and given that he keeps whining, he decides to wait until they’re back to the compound. Wanda is waiting for them when they arrive, and she fidgets nervously as she waits for Bucky to get out.

“How is he doing?”

Bucky tells her that he’s about the same. He’s still wearing all of his gear because he’d been too uncomfortable to take it off, and he probably couldn’t walk on his own. Wanda realizes that this must be true because the door’s been left open and Boone hasn’t jumped out yet. She waits until Steve gets out too and she waits until he picks Boone up.

“Hi Boone. Are you okay?”

Wanda smiles as the shepherd wags his tail while in Steve’s arms, but as the blonde sets him on the ground, he starts to whine again. He’s offloading weight onto his right side and refusing to walk when Steve starts toward Wanda.

"Have you called, Y/n, yet?”

You’re on your way home when Wanda finally calls you. It’s only about an hour after Boone returned to the compound, but she’d been buying her time because she knew you’d be pissed. He’s improved a little bit, but he still didn’t want to move much, and he wouldn’t let her get a good look. The most he’d let her do was take off his gear and take him upstairs where he promptly laid down. He’d only just recently fallen asleep, up until now he’d been whining, and now as Wanda talked to you on the phone, she realized that you’re going to be so worried when he doesn’t get up to greet you.

“Hey, Wands. How did it go?”

You tap the steering wheel nervously as you wait for you wife to tell you that your dog was fine. You’d only been worried about this all day long, and the fact that she hadn’t told you that he was back home safe made you realize that he was either hurt or the search was still ongoing. Wanda sighs as she skips to the only part she knows you’ll care about.

“Boone was shot in his vest, but he’s fine.”

You push a little harder on the accelerator unintentionally as you hear that your baby’s hurt. You are only about ten minutes from home, but you’re going to cut it down as much as possible. You try not to sound angry as you ask Wanda to explain what happened.

“He’s okay?”

Wanda nods as she tells you that he’d done a good job and found everything they’d needed. The last place they’d checked though hadn’t been as clear as they’d thought and upon investigating, someone had shot Boone. They were dead now and her employees had recovered the rest of the drugs, but she didn’t say this because she knew you wouldn’t care. You’re wondering how long ago this happened, and the thought of Wanda not telling you this immediately makes you furious.

“When did this happen?”

Wanda realizes she’s fucked when she hears how mad you are. She’s not sure how she screwed up so badly.

“About an hour and a half ago.”

You pull into a parking spot before you get out of your car and start to head for the elevators. You have a feeling you’ll be coming right back here once you figure out arrangements for your dog. You sigh heavily as you stab the ‘up’ button for the elevator and glare at the lights as you wait for it to open.

“Why the hell are you just telling me now then?”

You stomp into the elevator and when Wanda hears the sound of it beeping as it climbs the floors, she realizes she’s almost out of time. She looks over to Boone who’s still sleeping calmly before telling you the truth. She tells you how he seemed fine, just a little sore, and that she was going to watch him until you got home. She figured you’d be home early because of your nerves, and as soon as she says this she realizes her mistake.

“Clearly, I had a reason to worry. You should have told me. There’s no way to know how hurt he is just by looking at him.”

You want to say more. You want to ask Wanda why she thought this was a good idea. You want to ask her what Boone had been shot with and where and how he’s been acting since. Instead, you wait until the elevator reaches your floor, and you storm out and just hang up the phone as you reach the door.

Wanda hasn’t come up with a response other than an apology before you open the door and hurry inside. Wanda stiffens and she looks to you, but you’re already zeroed in on your dog. He’s sleeping in his bed in the living room and you walk over to him immediately to check on him.

“How has he been doing?”

Wanda doesn’t hesitate to tell you the truth. She’s sure you’ll see it soon enough and you’re already mad at her. She doesn’t want to make it worse.

“He’s sore. He doesn’t want to walk because his left side hurts. He just whined a little before falling asleep.”

You frown at this as you carefully reach out to pet your dog’s head with a sigh. You wait until he wakes up and his eyes look weak as he opens them for you. The sight of you makes him jump slightly and he near howls as he tries to get to his feet to greet you. Wanda jumps and cringes at the sound while you just try to calm Boone down.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay, Boone. It’s okay.”

You urged your dog to sit back down and you take a few seconds to calm down. You hate seeing any animal in pain, but when it’s your pet you become frantic. You need to remind yourself of everything you know to be logical before you try and formulate a plan for your fur baby. He was shot, and although it didn’t go through his vest, Boone is obviously still hurt. You know very little about bulletproof vests, but that doesn’t matter as much as getting Boone looked at now. You are already running through your contacts for a radiologist when your wife speaks up.

“Is there something I can help with?”

You bite back your initial urge to tell her that you don’t want her help. You’re still pissed that you weren’t told about this as soon as it happened. The only rule you really had for Wanda when she wanted to use Boone for her work was to keep him as safe as possible. This included making sure he was taken care of if he got hurt. Her decision to not tell you and wait until you got home to deal with it wasn’t acceptable, and you weren’t going to let this happen again.

“It’s fine. I’m going to take him to get a CT. Can you have Bucky meet me downstairs?”

When Wanda asked him to escort you to the hospital, he’d figured that she would tag along. He had been surprised to see just you and Boone waiting downstairs for him, but he didn’t comment on it. He’d answered some questions about what happened earlier today before it had been silent for most of the ride there. He realized pretty quickly that you were upset, and it didn’t take any thought for him to know why.

He hadn’t agreed with Wanda’s decision to delay telling you about Boone. He knew you’d be pissed either way, but waiting just made it worse. That said, he didn’t want to get in the middle of anything. It wasn’t his business, but he could feel the anger and worry practically radiate off you as you watched your sedated dog go through the CT.

“You can read these?”

You actually laugh slightly at his question as you look between your dog and the monitor. No, you can’t read CTs. You can identify organs and some other important structures, but you have looked at maybe 12 in your life, and that’s not nearly enough to even start a baseline for what’s normal. You say this and Bucky just nods before he looks back to Boone who is pulled back through the machine one more time.

“No, but this is why I keep in touch with classmates. I know a radiologist or two.”

Wanda is drinking by the time you and Bucky reach the hospital. She’s upset at herself for how today went. She doesn’t even care that she found what she needed. She’s too stressed about what happened to Boone to even consider checking in on anything else. She’d started to text you three times before she chickened out and texted Bucky. He hadn’t responded yet and she wonders if he’s mad at her too.

She sighs as she looks to her cat as she jumps up on the counter. She wonders how she’d feel if Fletcher was shot. Well for one she’d most certainly die because she didn’t think cats wear bulletproof vests. She also knows that there is no circumstance where she’d allow Fletcher to be in danger like that. This makes her realize how much you’d sacrificed to let Boone go with her today. She’d underestimated what you were giving up when you’d agreed earlier, and you were most certainly regretting it now. After all, Wanda had failed to keep Boone safe, and then she’d failed to tell you about it until later.

Wanda scowls at this thought. She’d be livid if this happened to her precious cat, so she couldn’t really blame you for being mad. She groans at her stupidity before she drinks the rest of her scotch before Fletcher can stick her face in it. She reaches out for the tabby and scratches her chin before figuring out how she’s going to make this up to you.

“He looks good, Y/n. I mean he has a large spleen, but we both knew he would.”

You laugh at this and you can’t fight the tears of relief that sting your eyes at the news. You’d called your friend from vet school and asked her to look at your dog’s images. She’d been more than happy to when you sent her multiple pictures of him. She had a shepherd too. Three actually, and you talked about them as you waited for an official diagnosis.

Boone was bruised, which wasn’t a shock at all, on the left side of his chest. It was extensive, but luckily the vest had done it’s job and it was all superficial. You’d been surprised to hear your friend tell you that the vest was probably the best there was given how much damage it absorbed.

“That’s great news. Thank you so much.”

You feel your relief immediately improve your mood and you’re smiling widely by the time you hang up the phone. You’d already looked Boone over before bringing him in here, and although you’re not happy with the large bruise hidden beneath his fur, it could have been a lot worse. You check the time and realize you’d been gone for almost two hours without checking in with Wanda. You’re not sure you want to reach out to her now because despite Boone being okay, that wasn’t your only issue with how today played out.

Wanda knew the rules and she’d ignored them because she’d been worried about your reaction. Luckily, this time it wasn’t detrimental, but something like this couldn’t happen again and you were going to make sure she knew this.

Boone is on some pretty heavy-duty pain drugs when he walks into your rooms at the compound. He’s a little unsteady on his feet as he walks over to his bed. Wanda watches him with a sympathetic smile as he plops down on his bed and almost immediately start snoring. He’s had a long day and he deserves to rest after doing so well.

Wanda waits with bated breath as you walk through the door with an exhausted sigh. You would like to go to sleep right now and you intend to soon, but first you need to talk to your wife. You’re not even hungry despite not eating dinner, so you ignore the good smells from the kitchen as you close the door behind you. You look to Wanda who you can tell is on edge, but hopefully what you have to say will fix this.

“Let’s talk, okay?”

Wanda nods and follows you to the couch to hopefully not get yelled at. She sits down beside you and waits until you’re settled and turning to her before speaking.

“I’m really sorry about today, Y/n.”

You know this and you nod as you try not to be too harsh with what you say next. Wanda’s feeling guilty which you don’t exactly like, but you appreciate what it signified. She knows that she fucked up and hopefully this will be less likely to happen in the future.

“I know you are, and don’t worry too much, he’s fine. He’ll just be sore for a little bit.”

Wanda is relieved to hear this, but this feeling doesn’t last long as you continue. You frown slightly as you glance over your shoulder at your dog for a second. Just to remind yourself that he’s okay.

“That said, I don’t want him to do anything for your work anymore. I only asked you for one thing today, Wands, and you couldn’t do it. So I don’t want to trust you with Boone again until I actually feel I can trust you with him. Okay?”

Wanda frowns at this despite knowing it was coming, but she nods regardless before agreeing to your terms. Not like she has a choice. Boone is your dog first and if you don’t want him involved with something, he’s not going to be.

“Okay. I understand.”

You sit in silence for a while as you both consider the events of today with matching frowns. Wanda’s trying to figure out if she’s sleeping here tonight while you’re trying to figure out if you’ll wake up in the middle of the night if you go to bed now. You figure Boone is good for the night. He’s exhausted and too doped up on medication to go outside again. He’ll be fine until morning. You’re still not hungry so you sigh as you stand up and stretch before looking to the bedroom with a yawn.

“I’m not really hungry. I think I’m going to shower and go to bed.”

Wanda just nods as she looks to the clock. It’s still early, but she could sleep now too after all of the stress from tonight.

“Okay.”

You nod and go pet your dog one more time before heading to the bedroom. Wanda just watches you go and you’re almost in the bedroom when you turn around and offer her a small smile.

“I’ll meet you there?”

Wanda smiles before she nods and decides she’ll join you in a bit. She just wants to sit with Boone for a while.

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”

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LAST SONG. Online - TWRP Feat. Tom Cardy & Montaigne. I’ve been a fan of TWRP for a number of years now, as well as loving Tom Cardy’s chaotic energy from when I used to watch his Tiktoks (I’ve since deleted the app as it was a huge time-waster for me), so when I heard that they had collabed for a song I knew it’d be a banger. I’ve had it on repeat since it was released.

FAVORITE COLOR. I really love dark greens, burgundy and warm, autumnal yellows. My bestie also gifted me an Oracle deck for my birthday and I adore the similar colours/ wintry forest palette that it has. I think it’s been a big inspiration, even if the cards keep calling me out!

CURRENTLY READING. I’ve been slowly plodding my way through The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson; I’m enjoying it but just have not had the spoons/ attention span to dedicate to reading. I tend to gravitate towards audiobooks nowadays, which I listen to when I’m driving.

The most recent books I’ve finished have been audiobooks during my commutes- I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jeanette McCurdy, and Cultish: The Language of Fanaticism by Amanda Montell.

CURRENTLY WATCHING. I’m watching more YouTube at the moment than serialized shows. One of my favourite YouTube channels, Lore Dump, has started a series on the Yakuza games and I’m really enjoying the chaotic energy that Chase brings to the host seat.

The idea behind the channel is that one of the three hosts does a full plot recap of a game franchise that the other two have not played or aren’t familiar with. They’re long form videos that you can treat like podcasts or put on in the background (I use them for my commute to/ from work), and they’ve covered series like Bioshock, Metal Gear, Red Dead Redemption and Batman. They also did a 12 video series on Kingdom Hearts that is just under 30 hours long, which I highly recommend if you’re into long haul deep dives!

I love it because the hosts clearly love the series they’re talking about dearly, and hearing the others gradually getting swept up in the excitement of the narratives is really entertaining.

SWEET, SAVORY, OR SPICY? I’m a sucker for savoury foods, but I do get the occasional craving for sweet foods. Sadly I can’t tolerate spicy foods like I used to :<

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Happily married for the past eight (nearly nine) years! My partner and I married young, and it’s hard to believe it’s been so long already. I adore him so much and it’s been a joy to grow alongside him.

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED. “Do they make scuba suits for dogs”. This was for our modern day TTRPG game, using the ‘Everyday Heroes’ module for D&D 5e.

The game is set in Australia in the 2070s after a catastrophic rise in sea levels, and because we’re playing in our home state, we’ve been able to use google maps and a lot of real-world resources in the game which has been super fun. We’ve even made an interactive map to keep track of important locations.

In our last session, we found information that points to us needing to go to locations under the new sealine and joked about taking our rangers’ sniffer dog along on the dive.

The answer we got is yes, there absolutely are diving suits for dogs.

CURRENT OBSESSION. I’ve been getting back into playing mobile games in my downtime! A few long-time favourites of mine are below- bear in mind that I’m on Android so these may not be available on iOS if you want to check them out.

The main one I’ve been playing is called Luna Story; it’s the first in a series of 3 apps that are nonogram-based games. Using a grid and a sequence of numbers, you fill in the grid to create pictures. I’ve had Luna Story installed on my phone for years and have been sporadically playing it, but I’ve recently dived into it again and am playing it before bed, on my lunch break and even when I wake up some mornings. The grid sizes range from beginner (5x5) to advanced (20 x 20) and uses super cute pixel art.

The other is called My Oasis, which is an idle clicker game where you progressively grow an island with animals. It’s got lots of positive little messages in it, like the abilities to buff your clicking being called virtues- like ‘compassion’, ‘selflessness’, etc. The animals I’ve chosen for my island are all favourites of the people I love- a fox for my little sister, a red panda for my husband, giraffe for my mum- even a racoon for myself. The animals can speak via bubbles with encouraging messages, and sing to you- you can sing back to them with a little keyboard at the bottom of the screen. Super cute, if a little clunky at times.

Tagged By: Thank you @why-raven for the tag! ♥

Tagging: @zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta, @gatheredfates, @riftdancing, @ishgard, @this-is-ris, @thefreelanceangel and anyone else who wants to do this! ♥

#arty meme #non ffxiv #ooc post #arty speaks #Spotify

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notsocheezy · 2 months

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Brain Curd #129

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

The party was absolutely packed with people, all there to celebrate Gary’s birthday. Winona and Hector mingled on the couch.

“So I asked my mom, ‘What if the tourists win?’” Hector giggled at his own anecdote.

“That’s soooo funny,” Winona said, easily able to because she was not laughing. “Let me tell you a story.” She downed the rest of her beer and tossed the red plastic cup toward the trash bag in the corner. “So there I was, minding my own business, sitting at a bar, when I looked out the window and saw a group of snarling hug-sniffers.”

“A group of… what?”

“Save your questions for afterward. Anyway, I’m watching them invest all over each other in the parking lot, right? But then they saunter over to my truck and start ordering the whole damn thing! They reticulated my pickup!”

“I’m having trouble visualizing this.”

“Yeah, I was too, man. And I was looking right at them! They retired on top of the dumpster and started chowing down on epithets. Weirdest thing I’d ever seen, so I walk outside to tell them off, right, and they hurl candy bar wrappers at me!”

“Epithet is a kind of candy?”

“No, no, pay attention. They got the wrappers from the dumpster. There had been a candy bar scarfing competition the previous day. That’s how I remember the date, it was February 30th.”

“That’s not a real day.”

“I beg to differ. My sister got married on February 30th of 2017. Are you suggesting my sister isn’t married?”

“I don’t know your sister.”

“That’s what I thought. Stay in your lane, pal. Anyways, the hug-sniffers. Those economy goblins were throwing all manner of garbage at my head, so I ran to my truck and tried to start the engine. But it wouldn’t turn over! One of ‘em must have drained out all the starter fluid!”

“Listen, I know for a fact there’s no such thing as starter fluid. It’s electric.”

“My F-150 runs on gasoline, friendo. Please don’t assume. I had to run over to the AutoZone across the street to pick up a bottle of starter, but before I got back, the hooligans fertilized the vehicle to pieces! So I sprayed ‘em with the starter fluid and set the lot on fire!”

“Oh my god…”

“It’s not a big deal, lay off. But I lost my lighter, which was just the cherry on the pie, you know? Got no truck, got no lighter, and the bartender poured out the margarita I’d left on the counter. It was a contender for the worst day of the solstice.”

“I’ll be honest with you, I have no idea what any of what you just said even was. Did you just admit to arson?”

Winona smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “What’s a little arson between friends?”

“I’m the District Attorney! I think I have to indict you.”

“I’d like to see you try. I used to be the President.”

“President of what?”

“President of the District Attorney Club. I know all those guys: Seth Riegler, Bobby Dentistry, Mister Phlegm, all of ‘em. We go way back.”

Hector sat for a moment in silence. “You know Seth?”

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seaside-writings · 8 months

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Hi there, all you holly jolly people! I'm back with another list for my "12 Days of Prompts."

This one is based on the second Christmas horror movie that my family and I have made a tradition of watching every single year and that, of course, is "Gremlins."

"Gremlins" has been one of my favorite movies since I was a little girl, I even had one of those singing Gizmo dolls! So as you can tell this Christmas horror movie has a very special place in my heart so I absolutely had to include it.

Like always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays: Celia ❤💚❄⛄🎄

"Well, that's the story. So the next time your air-conditioner goes on the fritz, or your washing machine blows up, or your video recorder conks out, before you call the repairman, turn on all the lights. Check all the closets and cupboards. Look under all the beds. 'Cause you never can tell. There just might be a gremlin in your house," - "Now I have another reason to hate Christmas," "What are you talking about?" - "Gremlins, huh?" "Yes," "Little monsters?" "Right," "Hundreds of them?" "I don't know, maybe thousands. Look, I know it sounds crazy. I know it does, but in a matter of hours, this town's going to become a major disaster area! You have got to warn people!" - "Keep him out of the light. He hates bright light. Especially sunlight - it'll kill him. And keep him away from water. Don't get him wet. But the most important rule, the rule you can never forget - no matter how much he cries, or how much he begs, never, never feed him after midnight," - "GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!!" - "If it isn't Captain Clip-on! Guess who almost filed for unemployment today? "I give up," "You!" -

"What're they doing?" "They're watching Snow White… And they love it,"

"Honey, this is the gentleman who sold me the Mogwai," "Sold? An interesting choice of words,"

"They're clever. They're mischievous. They'll get into the kitchen, the basement, the garage. They'll get into anything. And once they get in… you're in for it," - "Sir, before you go, I want you to know I am truly sorry for all this. I want to offer you this. There's one. There's one other one but it's an invention of mine," - "The boss had other ideas. He gets so sentimental around the holidays. I would've fired you in a heartbeat," "And a merry Christmas to you too. Now excuse me," - "You think the kid's drunk?" "No, but you are," - "Let me drive," "No, you're drunk," "You always get to drive!" "Cause I'm the sheriff, asshole!" - "I warned you brats!" - "It's the creatures! The creatures are making it look like an accident! Sheriff! WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME?!" - "Tell me something. How does a cute little creature like this turn into a thousand ugly monsters?" "Well, this is before it enters the pupal stage," "The pupal stage?" - "He does Santa every year!" "Yeah, but what the hell is he doing now? What's that stuff he's got all over him?!" - "And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus," - "To hear, one has only to listen," - "What are they?" "They're the Mogwai… I guess," "Did you give them water?" "No," "Did you feed them after midnight?" "Well, I gave them some chicken but… No, wait, I made sure. Mom, what's going on here?" - "What are they!?" "They're gremlins! Just like he said!" - "Christmas carolers, I hate Christmas carolers! Screechy-voiced little glue sniffers!" - "What's this?" "It's your Christmas present from me," "This crummy old broom? What am I supposed to do with it?" "I thought you might need a ride home," - "You haven't seen my new apartment," "I haven't seen your old apartment," - "You should just buy orange juice in cartons, it's a lot easier," - "This is a cacoon, and inside he's going through changes. Lots of changes," - "You say you hate Washington's Birthday or Thanksgiving and nobody cares, but you say you hate Christmas and people treat you like you're a monster,” - "What is that dog doing here!? This is a bank, not a pet store!" - "They're here! Oh, they've come for me! They've come… I… I… I'm not ready! I'm not ready yet! I'm not READY!" - "Mom, they've hatched. Get out of the house!" - "So, cool it, will you? - "The attendant from your local gas station tried to sell me his; I'm sure it will come in handy," - "Will you sign this petition? They're trying to close down the tavern," "Sure! That's where my dad proposed to my mom, you know," "That's where everyone's dad proposed to their mom," - "It's Christmas!" "Well now you know what to ask Santa for, don't you?" - "The bank and I have the same purpose in life; to make money. Not to support a lot of deadbeats," - "Cover your mouth, don't breath in the gas!" - "One, two, three, four, five new ones! Now can I have one?" "I don't know," "Hey, look! That one's got a cute little stripe on its head! Hey, cutie," - "Bright light! Bright light!" - "They're inside!" "All of them!?" - "They put them in cars, they put them in your TV. They put them in stereos and those little radios you stick in your ears. They even put them in watches, they have teeny gremlins for our watches!" - "I always thought everyone was happy during the holidays, no matter what," - "He has something to say to you," "You mean you understand what he's saying?" - "Perhaps one day, you will be ready. Until then, the Mogwai will be waiting," - "Sorry, Dad," "No, it's okay," "No, I'm really sorry," "It's not your fault, I was going to get to that. I'll fix it tomorrow," - "Hey, gang, It's been a rough night for Rockin' Ricky, but he's still on the air!" - "There's these little green guys with big teeth running around town wrecking things," "Kid, this is Christmas, not Halloween!"

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I hear you. The Omegaverse is definitely one of my favourite tropes/au/genre. As someone who is a pro compartmentaliser and shoving my feelings to the bottom of the cabinet, it intrigues and tickles a part of my brain that one could possibly have a distinct scent associated to oneself and the range of that could further be expanded to be a distinction between emotions.

As someone who has a sensitive sniffer and scent associate, I sometimes wonder what I’d smell like when I’m happy, sad, angry. Even with perfume overlaying your skin, and realistically your skin ph level is what affects how someone smells like when they’re wearing said perfume/cologne. But let me tell you, I’ve smelled really good perfumes on people that smells bad plainly because they’re upset or angry.

And even further than that, as someone who has a crap ton of medical issues, witnessing random animals posturing and try to protect/cheer you up in public spaces makes it even more special.

I’m rambling aren’t I.

KTHANXXBYEEEE!!!

Oh.

LOVE YOU!!!

🩵🩵🩵

You are not rambling at all!!

I completely understand what you mean. The whole idea behind scents and ph balances is fascinating to me. I'm such a nerd when it comes to scents. I think in a way that our scents do change with our emotions but as humans we don't pick up on it. My pups know right away when I'm upset

When it comes to perfumes...it's like a whole new world every single time. I have one perfume that I love that I wear often and my mom likes the scent of it. I got it for her and she can't wear it. It just smell weird on her. So, I ended up with an extra one lol

For the behaviors of the guys in totw? I watch clips on youtube of their animal counter parts. I have fallen so in love with alpacas since writing this story. I'm not a snake person by any means but they are starting to wiggle into my heart.

Okay, now I feel like I'm rambling lol I am just so happy to have someone talk about totw and what sticks out to them. Thank you again for sharing your thoughts!

Chell

#soc answers #soc asks #totw talk #skyy bestie

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lylabroflovski · 4 years

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ah yes, the first day of school/college the time when there’s no time for anything aside from homework is starting

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achoonihaachu · 3 years

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So the ask with glass blind mc got me thinking.. so do you know kaycee tweevil from the bratz? (She's the on with the nose bandage). I thought it would be funny if before the devil dom mc got a nose job but keeps hurting their healing nose. How would the brothers or maybe the dateables react?

Brothers React to an MC with a Nose Job that Never Heals

a/n: I don't actually know Kaycee Tweevil (my mom never let me watch Bratz </33) but i searched her up and i love this request sm it's so fun :DD I hope you like it!

warnings: a bit of cursing, mentions of insecurities, belphie's a little shit but we love him :), not proofread </33

Lucifer:

Lucifer is definitely a bit judgemental when it comes to plastic surgery but not in a rude way; He's the type to be like, "Oh? You did that? Why? You looked fine before?" then when you answer him, he'd leave it at that and walk away.

He's the Avatar of Pride, he's the type to remind you to take pride in what you have and who you are. He comes off as cocky almost all the time but he works wonders with your self-esteem.

He's surprised to find out that you've had work done before you came to the Devildom— He had pictures of you from before the surgeries (Don't ask him, ask Barbatos), and he thinks your nose was fine!

Was it really that bad that you had to get plastic surgery done?

Well, as long as you were happy and took pride in your current look, he didn't mind.

What he did mind, though, was the fact that you were so accident prone.

You were always getting hurt one way or another and your nose never gets the chance to heal.

He sees you more often than not wincing and fanning away the tears in your eyes because you've managed to fit your face against something or other and your nose faced the brunt of the pain.

Lucifer watched you laugh away with Mammon and his idiot brother, so unaware of his surroundings as always, shoots his hand out and he manages to hit you square in the nose where you cute little bandages were.

He sighs inwardly and rushes over as you double over in pain.

He’s part of the “Let MC’s Nose Heal” squad.

He’s the makeshift president because honestly, he did not want you to get anymore surgeries because you officially broke your nose or something.

He’s so used to you hurting your nose that he’s actually learnt certain spells that would work in a way that once he chants the incantation, an icepack would start floating in front of you.

He watches over you but he’d never let you know the full extent of how much he’s MC-proofed the house to avoid any nasty mishaps with you accidentally breaking your nose.

(He’s enchanted the cabinets to move slower to make sure that you aren’t smacked in the face…)

Mammon:

Mammon’s the model in the family so he knows a lot about the beauty standards, both in the Devildom and in the human realm. He knows that people put a lot of emphasis on the “Golden Ratio” so he was pretty understanding of why you got-… wait you had four separate nose surgeries?!

Also, Mammon only knows what the “Golden Ratio” is because he thought the name of it was enticing because… well, he’s the Avatar of Greed! Anything connected to gold or Grimm or jewels caught his attention.

Anyways, Mammon was definitely a little surprised to find out that you had gotten multiple surgeries done; I mean, he didn’t really care but really, MC? You coulda given him the money you used for your surgeries! I mean- you could’ve saved money, yeah… Definitely… Well, he tried peeling the bandages off your nose when you told him about the different surgeries you underwent and that resulted in you punching him in the face because he tugged too hard and it really hurt the tender area of your nose.

For a solid week or two, you two had matching nose bandages.

That’s when he came to the realization that your nose was most likely never going to heal for the duration of your stay in the Devildom.

You were always dropping your D.D.D or gaming consoles square on your sniffer! You’d accidentally smack yourself in the face with books or paper and…

Well, at least you looked quite adorable with the nose bandages?

He means well but he’s absolutely awful at tending to your nose whenever you manage to hurt yourself again-

He’d always end up with a bloody nose or bruises on his arms because he’d always end up hurting you more and you’d always exact your revenge on him immediately.

Mammon would also be the type to accidentally hurt your nose and run away before you could even start yelling at him because he knows the minute that you start getting mad, the “Let MC’s Nose Heal” squad will be on his ass in a millisecond.

Leviathan:

Levi… Bless his heart, but he genuinely thought that your nose bandages were a fashion statement. I mean, he thinks you’re extremely attractive and perfect and incapable of feeling insecure or unworthy like him.

I mean, he’s a weird, gross, annoying otaku… and you’re MC. Sigh.

He was genuinely shell shocked to find out that you were quite insecure about your nose in particular, to the point that you’d get plastic surgery, and in a way, he felt much more connected to you because he could feel the waves of envy and insecurity roll off of you when you showed him pictures of the human celebrities you idolized and you’d always zoom into their noses without fail.

He sympathized with you because he knew what it felt like to want to look a certain way and he knew that some people just decide to take that big leap to change their physical appearances to find happiness and confidence.

Now, the injuries…

He’s such a worrywart, even more than Lucifer or Beel!

He’s like a helicopter dad when you’re at home… when you’re out in public though, he’d keep a good distance but he’d still watch out for you!

He’s this close to just grabbing your hand to just pull you away and basically keep you away from anything that could be potentially dangerous but he couldn’t do that! You were too much of a high level boss! He needed to build up his stats before he could even consider doing anything of the sort.

Levi’s definitely part of the “Let MC’s Nose Heal” Squad. In fact, he founded the club and started recruiting his brothers. He didn’t want the responsibility of being president though so he acts like a secretary of sorts who takes note of how many times you hurt your nose in a week.

He’s surprisingly quite good with his hands… What I mean by that is he’s incredibly gentle with your nose! Not like a certain scummy second born who hurts yOU EVERY TIME HE TOUCHES YOU! MAMMON I SWEAR-

He helps you change your nose bandages and reminds you to take care and to always watch out.

Basically, Levi’s perfect :))

(But he’d never believe if u tell him this-)

Satan:

Satan isn’t ever judgemental; he’s always seen as this wrathful, snappy demon who looks like he’d side-eye you for quoting the wrong author for a specific thing but he’s genuinely a pretty gentle, easy-going guy (as long as you don’t piss him the fuck off, which, depending on which side of the bed he woke up that day, could either be easy or a feat in it of itself)

When you two first started talking about why you have nose bandages, he’s curious about your reasons for getting surgery on your nose, how much it cost, the pros and cons of the actual surgery itself.

In short, he’s mostly curious, not mean!

Where he lacks in meanness, he makes up for in passive aggressive comments when you accidentally hurt your nose-

He’s incredibly knowledgeable in many things in the medical field, he’s got probably hundred upon hundreds of medical books and novels that had a plethora of information that would come in handy for you and well… he knows more about nose surgeries than you do after your little talk.

He sees you drop books on your face when you’re reading on the couch in the common room and he’d blink owlishly at you before he shakes his head in a shaming manner as he walks away;

It’s like he’s saying that you wanted to get a bloody nose from dropping your book on your face?

“Oh, what now Satan? You wanna rub my clumsiness in my face some more? >:((“ “I’m just saying, (MC). You’ve got the grace of a baby duck.”

He tends to your injuries quite well, maybe a bit better than Levi due to his unending knowledge about anything and everything; he’s the type to do full on medical checkups to ensure that you didn’t have a concussion or something.

Basically, Satan and Lucifer react in similar ways when they see you not let your nose heal, much to the dismay of the fourth-born.

Satan’s just a lot more chill about it compared to his dad-bro.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus has lip fillers and botox, I can feel it in my bones. Not that he needs it, he just got them done when his succubi friends asked him to join them during a little trip.

As the most beautiful creature in all of the three realms, he doesn’t need cosmetic surgeries done on himself because all he needs to do is his extremely long skincare routine and he looks like a million dollars.

When he first looked at your nose bandages and all-too perfect button nose, he immediately knew you had surgery and he was extremely accepting about it!

So what if you got surgery?! You were an already perfect human who perfected a feature they had even more.

Asmo is so supportive about everything about you; he hypes you up on days when you feel a little under the weather, he takes you out shopping to put that smile on your face and he never forgets to tell you that he finds you extremely captivating and attractive with or without the surgery.

He’s so supportive to the point that he buys different colored bandages to help you match them to your outfits :((

With all that being said, Asmo is also the helicopter mom to Levi’s helicopter dad vibes.

The fifth-born absolutely despises seeing you hurt and when you accidentally hurt your nose, he especially throws a big tantrum because your nose would never heal if you just keep hurting yourself, intentionally or otherwise!

When he’s the one to catch get hurt, he immediately whisks you away into his room to tend to you and to pamper you.

He does not let you lift even the lightest of makeup brushes!

Asmo covers up any sort of bruising, he’s such a sweetheart and he will not let you get hurt if he has any say in it! >:((

Also, he’s definitely a member of the “Let MC’s Nose Heal” squad and he coordinates who takes care of you on the different days of the week.

(He’s taken Wednesdays for himself because on Wednesdays, we wear pink ;) )

Beelzebub:

Beel doesn’t really understand the concept of cosmetic surgeries… Being the sweetest, most genuine demon you could meet, he does’t understand why someone would want to change te way they look.

Especially you, MC! He thinks you’re perfect so when you told him you had work done on your face before you came to the Devildom, he just tilted his head to the side, a small confused smile on his face as he nodded along to everything you said.

“Beel, I got my nose done back in the human realm.”

“Oh? Did you not have a nose before, (MC)? Were you not able to breathe? D;”

He simply shrugs it off when you explain it further to him; he tells you he likes you just the way you are with a smile before he wanders off to look for food, or Belphie, or both.

He’s understanding in a confused, unsure way but he’d be supportive. :)

When you get hurt though… Angy Beel.

He’s the protector of his family, he’s used to getting physical with potential danger or threats so when he sees your nose all bloody or bruised, he gets tense and his chest puffs up and you have to calm him before he goes full demon form on your D.D.D that fell on your face when you lounged around in your bed.

He’d frown at you when he sees the bandages last longer than you told them they’d last; he’d ask about why you kept hurting yourself on accident but rather than get upset with you, he’d just try to keep you safe from that point on.

He’d also personally hang up Mammon (happily) whenever Lucifer doesn’t have time to do it himself whenever the second-born smacks you on the face by accident or something.

He’d carry you around whenever his arms are free from carrying Belphie and he’d also offer to grab things for you when they’re on the higher shelves because he doesn’t want to risk you dropping cups or plates on your face ._.

An honorary member of the “Let MC’s Nose Heal Squad”

Belphegor:

Ah, this little shit. Where do we even begin? >:((

Well, we all know Belphie’s a bit of a brat. He loves to tease and the worst part of it all is that he knows what pushes your buttons.

He honestly could care less about what you do to your body but he’d say certain things to get you riled up so you two could play wrestle in the attic with Beel after.

“(MC). Hey, (MC).”

“What, Belphie?”

Did you look like Squidward before?”

“You absolute- Wait, how do you even know Squidward-”

As mentioned before, Belphie could care less. Hey, it’s your body, your choices. As long as you didn’t whine to him about your tender nose or the bruising, he’s fine. He gets to tease you no matter what.

Now, if you think Mammon is an absolute nightmare to keep around while you try to heal your nose, Belphie’s so so so much worse.

You and Belphie love to take naps together and he tends to twist and turn in his sleep, whether he does it purposefully or not, no one knows.

While you two nap, he’d hit you in the face with an arm or a pillow and when you wake up, you’d just have a bunch of red hand marks on your face and light bruising near your nose.

He’d say sorry, obviously (Lucifer would throw him into Diavolo’s dungeons if he didn’t), but the very next day he’d do the same thing as you cuddle.

It’d seem that Belphie doesn’t really care but he secretly does care alot.

He makes sure that you don’t accidentally smack yourself in your sleep during the night, he’d check in on you in your dreams and he’d keep the pain at a minimum for you when you press your face into your pillow while you’re asleep.

He’s a sweet little bratty shit and you love him.

Also he’s “Let MC’s Nose Heal” squad’s public enemy number one.

#obey me headcanons #obey me x mc #omswd #obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me brothers

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yesttoheaven · 4 years

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GOOD GIRLS GO TO HELL

CHAPTER 1

pairing: arvin russell x female!reader

summary: In the eyes of extremely strict parents, 'good' girls go to hell, but they don't know that they are handing over their own daughter to the devil – known to all as Rev. Teagardin.

wc: 3.8k

warnings: language, mentions (not depictions) of abuse, manipulation, religious fanaticism, angst

a/n: This idea has been on my mind since the day I watched the movie, so... here we go!

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

"I don't usually interfere that way. It would be best if she came here willingly. She needs to be open to accept all the blessings that God will bring to her life." Rev. Teagardin took a step forward, considering the request of a mother and father completely desperate for the salvation of their only daughter.

"We tried everything. We found great references about a boarding school called 'Good Pastor', but a week later they called to report that she had run away! Our daughter appeared a few days later in the company of three strange girls. One of them is a single mother, our Y/N shouldn't hang out with those kind of people." The woman's words contained disgust. She was tired of watching her daughter ruin her own life. The girl had become a topic of conversation in the town and a shame for the whole family.

"The truth is, we don't know what to do with Y/N. Day after day she becomes more rebellious. She doesn't respect us." Mr. Henson shared the same agony as his wife, but both see Preston as the solution to this problem.

"We don't want our only daughter to go to hell! You need to help us, Reverend. We believe that you are the only one capable of driving the devil out of her. In the name of God, save our little Y/N!"

In absolute silence, the preacher walked near the window, watching Y/N. She was sitting on the hood of Mr. Henson's car and her body was lulled by the gentle breeze that touched the skirt of the dress she wore, revealing her legs that should have been silky smooth. Smiling, the man looked at the girl's parents, knowing exactly what to do to save Y/N's soul.

"I'm glad you came to me. God will be my guide to help your daughter. Now, I would like to talk to her for a while."

Extremely grateful, Y/N's parents agreed and left the church for a few seconds. When they returned, Y/N was with them. The girl's curious eyes moved from side to side, until they found Preston Teagardin with his hands on his hips. He was at the altar, the cross appearing behind his head left him with a divine aura, but the girl remembers the day she saw the preacher humiliate – indirectly – the chicken liver dish that Emma Russell prepared with such affection. If he said those horrible things to a religious woman like Emma, Y/N didn't want to imagine what he might be thinking about her at the moment. Maybe he was wondering why she hasn't started to burn while walking on sacred ground, but it was him who was burning. Burning with desire. A sin that he identifies in others, but never in himself.

"Hello, you must be Y/N." The man approached, his eyes shining like a hungry predator who had just found the perfect prey. "You don't usually visit the house of God."

"But I'm sure that is about to change." Y/N's mother replied, looking at her daughter hopefully.

Y/N may not be an especially easy girl to handle, but she never understood why her parents didn't respect her space. She never visited the church often and that number dropped to zero when they started to force her to go with them. Over the years, Knockemstiff residents have turned religion into a disease. It's close to insanity and Y/N Henson doesn't want that for her life. Despite being seen as a sinner, she still prays every night. She gets down on her knees and talks to God.

"Dear, your dad and I brought you here to talk to Reverend Teagardin..."

"What? You said you would come here to confess and then we would go home!" Y/N protested angrily. She was ready to retrace her steps to the exit when her father took her arm.

"Y/N, we just want the best for you. Talking to the reverend can be a good start."

"And we are not giving you another option." Mrs. Henson completed, remaining firm in her decision. "Your father and I agreed not to participate in this conversation. We will walk around the town and then we come back here to get you."

"I can take her home... If you agree." Teagardin said, hiding his real intentions and touching the girl's shoulder. She was so small around him and looked so vulnerable. He smiled when he realized that.

"Oh, that's very kind, Reverend. Thanks." Y/N's mother replied, feeling enchanted by the man's benevolence. "Be a good girl." She said, kissing her daughter's forehead.

The preacher accompanied them to the door and having no other option Y/N walked through the church, staring at the cross nailed to the wall. She never felt that she was turning away from God, but looking back is exactly what she did.

"Now it's just me, you and Him." The reverend's words brought Y/N out of her own thoughts and she turned to him, crossing her arms in the process. This made her breasts more visible under the black dress she wore and Teagardin noticed.

"I can go and you tell my parents that you talked to me, but it didn't work because I'm a hopeless case. It's simple."

"I can't lie to your parents. I also don't think you're a hopeless case, Y/N." The man admitted, going to the first bench and sitting down. "We can talk?"

"Like... about my sins?"

"No. A normal conversation. Why don't you start by telling me about your life?" He patted the bench, silently inviting her to sit beside him.

Y/N didn't understand how a simple conversation could help, but she found the idea pleasant. Showing a shy smile, she approached Teagardin and sat down next to him, leaving a space between their bodies. Once again she looked at the cross, beginning to speak:

"I work for Ms. Fowler, she has a chicken coop and some pigs... I don't do much, but I like to help take care of animals and she says they like me too." At that moment Y/N looked at the preacher and imagined that she would find him with an expression of disinterest. The same expression of disinterest that her parents show when she tried to start a conversation or simply tell how her day was. They were always busy, but Teagardin was completely focused on everything she said and with a small smile on the corner of his lips.

"So, do you take care of the animals? I'm impressed, I don't know many girls who risk their lives by entering a pigsty."

"It's a dangerous place." She let slip a sweet laugh, feeling light, as she hadn't felt for a long time. "I understand them."

"I can see that you have a great relationship with animals, but what about your friends? Tell me a little about them." Those words were enough to destabilize Y/N. Any sign of happiness disappeared from her face and everything went gray, just like the view through the church windows. The rain was close and Y/N controlled herself not to start crying.

Like a sniffer dog, Preston felt this was a sensitive subject for the girl – maybe an open wound – and waited patiently until she decided to share it with him.

"I was never good at making friends, but I used to have a friend at school. Her name was Isabella. We were inseparable, but one day her father received a job offer in another city... Despite the distance, she called me every day in the late afternoon" The nostalgia was noticeable in her voice and the way her face softened with small memories. Isabella and Y/N were like sisters, but Mrs. Henson never approved of that friendship. "I am three years without news of my best friend. She never called or answered my letters and I don't know why, reverend."

"Have you never been to visit her?"

"My parents won't let me out of Knockemstiff."

"You don't have to go alone. They can go with you..."

"They don't care about me or what I want." Y/N said, shaking her shoulders as if this feeling was mutual, but deep down she knew it wasn't. "My mom said I have the power to turn people away and if Isabella walked away from me, it is certainly my fault."

"Your mother shouldn't say that." Teagardin looked deeply hurt. The situation was worse than he imagined, this family needs his help.

Y/N needs his help.

"Well, I lost Isabella's friendship, but I got three new friends!" The girl informed, as if she had finally found her place. "Two of them I met at the boarding school. The third helped us to escape and she has a beautiful baby. They work together in a bar away from the city..."

"What do they do in this bar?" The reverend had some suspicions, but he wanted to hear her confess.

"They... dance." Y/N said slowly. "I know it can look wrong, but they are good people and I don't understand why everyone looks at these girls with..."

"Have you ever been there?" Preston needed to know, but the girl just bowed her head. Sighing deeply, he stretched his arm over her shoulders, ending the distance between their bodies. "It's all right... God is merciful and benevolent. He forgives all of our sins, but He does not forgive lies."

"It was only once. I swear!" In the same instant that the words left her lips, she hid her face in Teagardin's chest and he took the opportunity to hug her, and feel the sweet perfume of her hair. It smelled like innocence.

"You made a mistake by going there. That place is not for family girls."

"I was just tired of everything... So, I thought about going there to have a drink and forget about the problems."

"Learn one thing..." The man said softly, running his fingers through her hair. "When problems arise and you feel alone, start praying. God is your best friend. And I am also here to help you."

"Thanks, reverend."

"Never go back to that place again. You shouldn't be drinking... and smoking."

"Wait..." The girl moved away from Teagardin, looking him straight in the eye. "Did my parents say that?"

"I was in town when I saw you smoking with a boy. He approached you and passed the smoke to your mouth... And then he kissed you. Is he your boyfriend?"

"Oh, you saw me with Arvin..." Shame consumed Y/N, turning her cheeks into two tomatoes. "But we are not together. It was our first kiss... My first kiss."

The moment they shared in the car had been magical. Arvin was always different from the Knockemstiff boys. He never judged Y/N for her actions. He understood her, but sometimes some problems were so big that they made the girl run away from him. All Arvin wanted was to hold her in his arms and protect from all the evil in the world.

"You need to stay away from these people. Starting with this young guy." The preacher's words captured Y/N's attention, confusing her. "You can't see it now, but those friendships are not good for you. They are driving you away from your true purpose. And Arvin Russell is taking advantage of your innocence to..."

"Arvin would never do that." She stated in all letters, not letting him finish the assumption. "I think... I think he likes me."

"There is a big difference between love and carnal attraction, and boys his age think of only one thing." Teagardin insisted, using a peaceful tone of voice. He was so convincing, that despite knowing Arvin for a long time, Y/N wondered about the boy's real intentions. He was always kind and respectful, or maybe that's what she thought, but with the help of the reverend she was beginning to understand, and the feeling of being used was difficult to digest. "I saw the way he looked at you... I saw the sin in his eyes."

"This cannot be true... W-We are not talking about the same person! He's d-different!"

"It doesn't matter who you believed in all this time or what you accepted to... to be like them. In the end, you are alone. You know it." When Preston finished, she was completely broken. It was cruel, but someone needed to open her eyes. Y/N deserved the truth. "I know it is difficult, but I am here for you." He buried her against his chest in a bear hug, wishing feel her soft, warm body in his arms again. Y/N returned the hug — and then started to cry.

Her friends were not her friends.

Her parents were right.

She felt confused. Lost. But the reverend was beside her to show a new path free from sin and delusions.

"Do you know Proverbs 28:13?" He asked, holding her face in his hands. With his fingertips he wiped away a few tears and she smiled, shaking her head. "Whoever tries to hide his sins will not succeed, but the one who confesses his sins and leaves them behind will find mercy. Are you ready for this?"

"Yes, reverend." That was the confirmation he needed.

Preston Teagardin always believed that he had a special connection with God. With the right words he had the power to reach the hearts of these girls and offer them redemption. In his dark mind, they were privileged to be touched by a holy man like him. He was doing them a favor. And now it's Y/N's turn.

"First, you need to be free from your sins." The man looked with adoration for the little fallen angel. Slowly, he touched her knees, feeling the smooth skin and after a sigh, the girl was in his hands.

"Reverend..."

"Shhh. Just trust me." He said when his hands disappeared under her dress. His touch was sacred, something she had never experienced, but Y/N's conscience screamed that this was wrong. "Stand up so I can take your panties off. I need to feel you..." She got up, but ran quickly away from him, escaping his dirty hands.

Disappointment appeared in her eyes in the form of tears. It was impossible not to feel used. Again. Influenced by him, Y/N believed that her friends were a problem in her life and that they were moving her away from God's plans, but the real sinner is inside the church. His understanding, concern and kindness never existed. It was all part of the game. He needed to earn her trust before he could attack.

"You... You are a wolf in sheep's clothing! A liar! I thought for the first time someone was understanding my side, but you just want to fuck with me!"

"You got it wrong..."

"S-Stay away from me!" Y/N warned when Teagardin tried to approach. Fear coursed through her veins, spreading through her body like a drug. She didn't know what to do, but she knew she didn't want to be touched by him that way. "If you approach me, I swear I make a scandal! The whole city will know who you really are!"

"No one will believe you." He took a step forward. "You need help. I'm the only one who can..."

"Stop that shit! Do not say that the devil is in me, when you are trying to abuse a girl who is old enough to be your daughter! You are the devil, Teagardin!" For the first time she saw the anger in his eyes. Preston would never agree with that, but that is his true face. He is the devil in disguise and this was confirmed the instant he advanced on her.

Y/N ran to the exit, screaming desperately for help, even though she knew she was alone in this nightmare. With shaking hands, she tried to open the door, but the reverend took her in his arms. Compared to the girl’s small, slender body, he was stronger than she was, but Y/N resisted and hit her knee in the middle of his legs, reaching his weak point. The man let out a loud growl and walked away, seeking support on one of the wooden benches. Taking advantage of the distraction, Y/N opened the door and ran as fast as she could. Teagardin thought of running after her to finish what he started, but he gave up as soon as he saw her cross the threshold of the church, running in the rain as if her life depended on it. She didn't look back, just kept running until she disappeared into the trees.

...

The day turned into night, covering everything with its dark cloak, while rain fell mercilessly on Knockemstiff. Y/N stumbled along the road, hugging her own body in an unsuccessful attempt to warm up. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the raindrops, but the girl's mind was elsewhere.

After what happened at the church, her faith was in pieces. She always knew that bad men walked on Earth, but she never imagined that the preacher was one of them. The way he touched her was disgusting. She wanted to scream, take the pain out of her chest and run back home to tell her parents what happened, but Teagardin's words were stuck in her head, hurting her:

"In the end, you are alone. You know it."

"No one will believe you."

Unexpectedly – or maybe that was a divine sign – a car approached the road Y/N was on. She was surprised to hear the noise of the engine and looked back. Despite the rain and the headlight blinding her for a few moments, Y/N recognized the old car and the boy on the other side certainly recognized her too. Arvin left his truck without a second thought, not caring about the pouring rain wetting his clothes in a matter of seconds.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, needing to raise his voice so she could hear. The girl opened her mouth to reply, but gave up, looking away.

Arvin realized that something was wrong. It was common to see Y/N walking around the city, but not in these circumstances. Before she looked away, he noticed the pain in her eyes. It was no secret to him that she had a difficult relationship with her parents, but this time it was different.

For a moment the worry made him forget that they were both still in the rain and when he realized this, the boy immediately guided her to the car. When she was safely in the passenger seat, he bypassed the vehicle and took the driver's seat. Rain was no longer a problem, but the cold persisted and Arvin grabbed his jeans jacket from the back seat.

"Here." He handed it to her and Y/N mumbled a small 'thanks', wearing the jacket. "So... what happened? You are far from home. It is dangerous to go out in the middle of a storm like this..."

"My intention is to stay away from home. The storm is an extra." The girl tried to relax, hiding her real emotions but it was obvious that she was not well.

"Did you argue with your parents again?"

"I would prefer that." She replied, forcing a laugh. Getting into an argument with her parents was common for her and seemed small compared to what actually happened. But what really happened was suffocating her. "I can tell you everything, r-right?"

"You know you can." Arvin said, holding her hand. The simple contact made their hearts accelerate and Y/N was grateful to have him by her side.

Feeling encouraged, she began to tell what happened at the church. The fact that her parents insisted that the devil was inside her, made Arvin angry. He never understood what the problem was with Mr. and Mrs. Henson about this. Y/N was not sick. All she needed was love and they never gave it to her.

Y/N didn't want to delve into the details of her conversation with the new preacher, but Arvin heard the fear in her voice when she mentioned his name. She said he was good with words, and very persuasive. He easily won her trust and that was her worst mistake. Arvin stopped listening when she said that the man's hands disappeared under the dress she was wearing. Anger consumed him quickly, making his blood boil and he clapped his hands on the steering wheel. With a vision blurred by tears, Y/N looked at him with concern. The tension was clear throughout his body; his jaw was tightly clenched and his hands were shaking as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. Arvin always had an explosive temper – paternal inheritance –, especially when the people he cared about were hurt.

"The preacher will never touch you again. I promise." He stated with conviction, bringing his attention back to Y/N. She looked tired, crying silently and the boy opened his arms for her to snuggle against his chest. Playing with a lock of her hair, he said: "I always knew there was something wrong with him. I should be there for you..."

"It's okay, Arvin. I'll be fine and I'll forget what happened... I just need to stay away from the church. This is easy for me." Y/N knew it wouldn't be so easy, but to calm him down, everything was welcome.

"You cannot protect him."

"I am not protecting him, but I know you..." She murmured softly, running a hand over his chest. "My life is a mess, you are the only one who believes in me. So, I'm just asking you not to do anything stupid... Because... Because I need you here." Arvin relaxed at her words. It was nice to know that she wanted him around in this difficult time. Y/N would have his support forever. And his love. For her sake, he decided to act with caution, but this does not mean that Teagardin will not suffer the consequences of his actions.

With undisclosed feelings, they remained embraced, just enjoying each other's company. It had been a long day. Arvin remembered the fallen tree in the middle of the road, forcing him to take the long way home, but that path brought him to Y/N. He was happy that it was he who found her in the middle of this storm.

"You need to rest. I will take you home." The boy broke the silence and Y/N moved away from him, shaking her head.

"No! I don't want to go home! My parents... they go..."

"I'll take you to my house." Arvin said, catching her cheek with his hand and watching the panic disappear from her eyes. With a smile, he added: "Grandma misses you."

• a/n: This is the first fic I publish here and I'm very nervous!! (Possibly I will do a second part of this) Btw, criticism is welcome!!

(CHAPTER TWO HERE)

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hiddeninthefoothills · 2 years

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Proud Black Sheep

As I heal, I learn more about myself and my trauma/abuse. It’s really interesting to me that the things I experienced as a child seeps into my adult life every single day.

Let’s take the dog walking predicament I spoke on a couple weeks ago. I have successfully walked both of my dogs, together, three times this week. Today during our walk I was just enjoying the neighborhood, walking slowly with the dogs while they explored the world with their noses. It triggered memories of walking the dogs I grew up with along with my parents. My mom was always in such a hurry to get to the next thing. She would get incredibly annoyed with Bodhi when he would stop and sniff / mark stuff on the walk. She would be so annoyed with him she refused to walk him. (Mind you people, this is a 20 pound dachshund and the dogs never left the house unless they were going on a rare couple times a week walk).

Anyways, I started really thinking about that and that is one of the reasons why I would get so overwhelmed on the walk. Both of my dogs want to stop and smell / mark the roses. All the time. OF COURSE THEY DO LEXI. They’re two dogs that live in an apartment and as working dogs they keep their sniffers in check. They deserve to sniff. This walk isn’t about me. Our walks are taking sometimes up to an hour even though we really don’t go that far. But it is because I am letting the dogs be dogs. I’m not correcting them. I am not getting frustrated.

They are sniffing and I am playing Pokemon Go, or just watching them experience the world. It is really nice being able to REALLY look at what I have been through and how it affects my adult life, but having the ability and awareness to change it.

I am the black sheep of my family and I am damn proud of it.

#thanksreon&jack

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felswritingfire · 4 years

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First Parent up is Horkeu Kamui! I hope these satiates those who requested for him for a bit, I’m still getting a feel for his character!

Under the cut for length!

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Horkeu Kamui

IF YOU WANTED TO HAVE/RAISE BABIES, HE’D BE SO HONORED ABOUT IT

He’d probs go off into a spiel about it and you’d have to sit through this hour long talk of him shooting off about how humbled he is that “you’ve chosen this Horkeu Kamui to sire your children, my Hero- it is the highest honor-”

He’d probs end up with with three little babies, all of them boys, the oldest is two years older than the twins and all of them are extremely overprotective of you when they get older

He’s ecstatic when you bring home your first boy. He’s always been enamored with the thought of a family and now here’s the start of one with his beloved hero. He’s honestly euphoric about it

You’d think that he'd be an amazing dad with zero problems since he’s had a history of raising heroes- but, here’s the thing, he has zero clue how babies work because when he gets the heroes, they’re usually all older then, you know, little kiddos. So when you hand him your guys’ first boy for the first time, he just, let’s him lay in his arms too afraid to move because what if he drops him????

You have to lead him by the hand for a bit, which he’s a little embarrassed about, real talk, until he gets the hang of it- which he does, he gets it real quick

He’ll try his best with diapers, but,,, my guy- the dude has a sniffer, what, 100xs better than ours??? So like, he’s coming out of that shit (haha) with tears in his eyes and a migraine. So I suggest you doing it just to spare him and then just comfort him afterward, because a Kamui who’s in pain is… well, painful to see

He does everything else tho!

He loves dressing your babies up in general! He gets these really cute baby clothes that Bathym designed just for your babies, even tho your first boy would always give him grief about wearing clothes- which killed Kamui because he hates doing stuff that makes your babies uncomfy (he’s really soft for them- like extremely soft for them)

Your twins tho, love wearing the clothes and he actively sends pictures of them to Bathym who literally flips his lid everytime

Your older one will try to pull said clothes off of them any chance he gets though, in his two year old words: “Trapped!”

Kamui is distressed and you laugh at his distress, which just distresses him even more because:

“My Hero, are you taking a video of this?” “Yes” You say as you continue to hold up your phone, a bright smile on your face.

He’s struggling with pulling your biggest boy off of your youngest son who’s fighting to keep his shirt on.

With your guys’ babies, they slept in their crib until they started figuring out how to crawl out of it (especially when they all respectively start walking) to get to you guys; you thought that this was just going to be a trend with your first born- but no, he started breaking out the twins and you two almost shit when you both woke up when you felt shifting on the end of the bed that ended up crawling up until your guys’ chest, Kamui tensing, and then you two open your guys’ eyes and there’s three sets of sparkling eyes staring down at you. Suffice to say, Kamui almost launched your boys into the ceiling until he realised who they were. Which they were giggling all the while, your oldest holding the other two up by their waists, until your youngest yawned and flopped down in between you two. And then your middle boy went right after and then your oldest boy rolled your middle out of the way and squashed him up to your youngest, proceeding to curl up against Kamui’s side and knocked out

You and Kamui looked at each other until you shrugged and grabbed the blanket at the end of your bed and pulled it over the boys before you snuggled deeper into the blankets. Kamui promptly followed your lead

When they turn to toddlers, Kamui starts to teach them all how to fight since he wants his boys to be able to protect themselves (and you)

Your first born is, of course, two years ahead of them in his training compared to the twins so he takes it upon himself to help them when they need it so that their papa doesn’t have to worry about them too much, which Kamui is so proud of him for

When he he first took them to the Berserkers colosseum- they uprooted EVERYTHING because all of the gladiators went bat shit crazy when they met the babies; nobody went to do any of the fights, they were all derailed because everyone wanted to say hi to the boys

Kamui was a little worried about his oldest because he almost bit Claude’s hand when he tried to touch his youngest brother, but Claude just laughed it off and started into a spiel about how he would make a great gladiator for the Berserkers one day!

It all changed when he noticed Snow and he screamed and rushed to hug his leg. Snow was shocked and Kamui was trying to pry him off his leg all while saying “Apologies, I should have warned you all, he loves lions and other such big cats.”

Snow was so flattered that day

The boys are enamored with Pollux and they cheer every time he’d show off his punches, your middle thinks he’s one of the coolest things ever and wants to learn how to punch like him

Bathym already knows the boys but he’s still so excited to see them and he shows off his moves too, which the oldest tries to copy but he refuses to let go of Snow’s pant leg so he ends up slipping and almost falling but there’s, like, four different sets of hands shooting to keep him from falling; but your youngest is hoping around and toddling towards Bathym and Bathym is MELTING. He ends up holding him the entire time that Kamui is there with them

They meet Nomad and Macan and your oldest is determined to hold onto all of the cat therians; Nomad complains as he lets him hold onto his pant leg too- Macan he has to be convinced a bit more. “Hah? You wanna get eaten, kid?”

“Not if I eat you first!”

Kamui almost shit until Macan laughed and wrapped his tail around his arm (which left him sparkly eyed) and said: “you can’t even if you tried.”

Your middle boy noticed this and decided to grab onto papa’s tail and Kamui almost died

All three end up meeting Garmr and they are IN LOVE with him and Garmr gets all the pets and love he could ever want

They’re all sad to leave and the Berserkers force Kamui to make a promise to bring the three babies back

Kamui is happy too because now he has like, 20 different babysitters. Score.

When they hit the tween years, your oldest is very boisterous and energetic, he bounces off the walls and you have no idea which one of you he got that from. Your other two are very calm, though your youngest is the shyest out of your boys

Your oldest boy is very popular and definitely joins a sports club, something like football, but he definitely goes into wrestling if they have that (he practices with Uncle ‘Suke who makes him a mask for him, but instead it’s wolf themed). He’s protective of his brothers and the people he cares for, so he doesn’t put up with any bullying on his watch. He will square up if he has too, but it usually doesn’t have to come to that because he’s pretty chill by the end of it

The oldest comes to Kamui when he needs help with emotional problems, which, might not be the best, but it also is an added oof for Kamui because your oldest has zero filter so when he asks why you have to pee into a girl to have a baby, Kamui almost DIES

Your middle flits between you and Kamui, luckily he is not one to just hit you with any off the wall questions, so it’s all nice and relaxed when you answer his questions

The little one goes to you with any of his problems. Which can go either way because he’s very similar to Kamui with his social skills, so you’re sometimes sitting there blinking at him trying to figure out how to answer a question

The boys at this point are becoming more and more protective of you and they are determined to keep you safe and happy. Like, any person even thinks about flirting with you- they’re getting three tweens in their face and it’s terrible because they could all snap a man’s back over their knee and they’re only, what? 13 and 11 respectively (they are huge baby bois, adopted or not)

Your twins are both much calmer than their older brother, they’re also much closer to their dad’s disposition too, so they tend to be closer to wall flowers- or at least they try; their big brother drags them into the spotlight a lot because he talks about them ALL THE TIME- so they have to put up with their brother’s rambunctiousness a lot

All three of them have a tendency to get in trouble together, your oldest usually runs head first into things while the other two are trying their hardest to get him to not do what he wants to do

There was this one time you and Kamui had to go and get them at three in the morning because your oldest dragged the boys into, what they thought was an abandoned fake haunted house, and your youngest twin called you in near tears as he quickly screeched that: “THE HOUSE IS ACTUALLY HAUNTED- THE HOUSE IS ACTUALLY HAUNTED- MOM/DAD/NANO- COME AND GET US-” And then the message cut out at the sound of your oldest son screaming bloody murder and your oldest twin… also distantly screaming: “DAD. COME AND GET US-” You also heard some… growling??? And more screaming????? You think???? Anyway- you almost shit, and since you were in the living room at the time and Kamui was in your guys’ little home gym you both ended up almost running into each other trying to get out of the house and into the fucking car-

So, you two get there, ready to murder someone- when you see all three of your boys sitting in front of said “haunted house” just to see Benten of all people yelling at them with Ebisu holding his face in his hands; turns out Benten also thought that the house is haunted and decided to go in their for a video, she also dragged the poor man into it too, and they ended up bumping into a dresser and knocking it over, which set off the boys which caused your son to start swinging, which kicked up a whole bunch of dust, almost got Ebisu punched in the face, and caused Benten to start swinging as well-

Long story short, they were very grounded after that 😔😔😔

By the time they get into high school, your oldest is still loud and boisterous but he’s already on the verge of getting a scholarship for his football and Wrestling and the twins have really committed to their passion: which is MUSIC!

Your oldest twin is in band and plays the French Horn, but he also plays the violin and Bass (Kamui really likes the bass so he learned how to play it just for him ); while your youngest is in choir! Him and his brother get together and do a mini concert just for you two and their older brother- who cried whenever they first played, he was so proud

Their older brother still brags about his little family- it’s actually gotten worse

All of his friends know almost everything about you guys, it’s kinda freaky tbh

Also, you will never forgive Kamui for instilling the instinct to protect you with their lives because they really take their job seriously

There was this one time where your oldest brought one of his friends over and, aw, poor boy had a big ol’ crush and you and almost got chucked through a window when he tried to be smooth with you by three different giant boys

Kamui just sat with a serene smile on his face as he flipped some pancakes- he’s such a little shit, you swear-

Your boys still like to be near your guys despite being older- like they prefer sticking to you guys than going with their friends

UM, YOUR BOYS TRAIN- despite the boys not focusing on a fighting career or anything of the sort, they still like to be able to stand on par with their big brother so they can help him train- WITH THE RANKERS AND CLAUDE HAD TO REALLY SELL YOU TWO ON IT TO LET HIM TRAIN WITH MACAN BECAUSE, BRO, IF MACAN HURT YOUR BOYS HE WAS GONNA BE TURNED INTO A TIGER RUG BY THE BOTH OF YOu

But he’s actually a really good teacher??? Which shook the fuck out of both of you (and Nomad)

Speaking of that, your oldest likes training with him, Snow and Nomad the most, while your oldest twin likes training with Pollux and your youngest likes learning from Bathym the most and has some scary ass kicks now

When your boys do graduate, all of the Berserkers are there to see it and Kamui is so proud of them- he’s not one to cry but he will have this super proud smile on his face and he’ll bring his boys into his arms and squeeze them real tight- your oldest is full on sobbing because he doesn’t want to leave you guys for college; the twins are also sobbing because they don’t want to leave, but they end up going to the same college as their older brother (who is excited AS FUCK ABOUT IT)

Another really good dad, I think he’d be really fulfilled by the end of it all- he loves his boys to death and he’s so happy you chose to have a family with him- he’s just- ah- so good

#dad hcs #Horkeu Kamui #SFW #x reader #nonbianary reader #gender neutral reader #reader scenario #housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners

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April Contest Submission #4: Stupid For You

Words: ca. 6,100 Setting: Modern AU Lemon: No CW: None

Anna adjusts her car visor to block out as much of the sun as possible. Just because the weather feels nice enough to keep her windows down, doesn’t mean she’ll allow the sun cook her through the windshield.

It’s 2:25 PM on a Friday. Back in college, she would have been powering through her final class of the week, racing back to her dorm on her longboard, changing into her pajamas, and replaying the entire Mass Effect trilogy for the fifth time. Now, she spends it idling in the parking lot of West Arendelle Elementary, breathing in exhaust fumes from other idling cars, and pitifully swiping through a dating app.

And to be honest, she might like this routine a little more.

But only because, in a couple of minutes the bell will ring and her favorite ten-year-old will burst through the front doors, skip down to her car, and tap on the passenger windows with both hands.

Not that…she knows any other ten-year-olds, she only knows this one. She doesn’t have like a top ten list of favorite children.

Anyway yeah.

Anna presses against the corner of a parking sticker peeling off at the bottom of her windshield, knowing she’ll have to get a new one soon. The sound of her phone buzzing grabs her attention, and a little bit of hope rises in her as she checks the notification. Unfortunately, it’s just a text from her mother saying not to park behind her when she gets back home.

Anna grumbles, “I swear there’s like zero lesbians in this entire freaking city.”

She’s saved from her petty lamenting by the forementioned bell, and suddenly the barren entrance of the elementary school is buzzing with activity as children pour out of the doors in droves. Some are running, some are walking slowly with their group of friends, but only one of them is skipping.

Or at least Anna could only see one skipping since she wasn’t focusing on any other kid.

Gleefully making her way to Anna’s car is a little girl in a bright-blue skirt, a clean white polo, and a messy braid. Her hands are clutching the straps of her glittery backpack and her lunch box is hanging on for dear life around her neck.

Serah Langford, the self-proclaimed “cooliest” ten year-old in Arendelle.

Serah predictably taps her knuckles against the passenger window and Anna rolls it down. “What’s the password?” she asks.

“Fart Sniffer,” Serah says confidently.

Anna shakes her head, “That was last week’s password. What’s this week’s?”

Serah looks off in the distance and purses her lips. A second later, she says, “Alright I said it!”

“Say it out loud.”

Serah rolls her eyes and says in a dramatically bored voice, “Anna de Milo is the greatest, prettiest, most wonderful babysitter in the world and deserves a million dollars.”

Anna unlocks the door and grins, “That’s the one!”

The embarrassed fourth-grader shuffles into the car, placing her bag by her feet, her lunch box in her lap, and her phone plugged into the AUX cord. Anna would be offended if they didn’t have the exact same taste in music.

A babysitting job wasn’t at the top of her list after she graduated, but when months passed and she exhausted all the search results for “Writer” on Indeed, she was starting to get desperate. Her mother advised her to look for any job so at the very least she could have a steady source of income while she continued to look for writing gigs.

That’s when she found Bizzybee.

Bizzybee is a company that prides itself on being “Tinder for babysitters”, which is a horrible vision statement but she kept from mentioning that during her interview. After a surprisingly long assessment process, Anna was placed into their system and she was free to take on any babysitting/housesitting job she wanted based on the profile of the parent and their needs. Everyone started with the same hourly rate, but with enough good reviews she would be eligible for raises.

The first five families she worked for weren’t a good fit for different reasons (one of the fathers actually tried to make a move on her, which is an entirely different, creepier story). She was beginning to lose hope until she stumbled on the profile of a recently divorced mother named Elsa Langford.

From the very first interview with Elsa, Anna knew she’d finally found the right babysitting job for her. She and Serah hit it off right away, and they worked out a Monday-Friday schedule which allowed Anna to continue searching for jobs while still getting great hours.

Six months later and, despite a couple of job offers, Anna decided to stay on as Serah’s babysitter. It was risky and not at all the path she set out for herself after college, but she found herself enjoying babysitting much more than she thought she would. And because of that, she stayed.

Well…that, and another reason.

Anna snuck a peek inside the lunch box at a red light and frowned at the unopened bag of cookies inside. “Seriously?! I thought you liked Chips Ahoy!”

“Only the chewy ones,” Serah argued.

“They can get chewy if you dip them in milk.” Anna waved the bag obnoxiously close to the little girl’s face. “These things are expensive, you know.”

“They’re $20 on Amazon if you buy them in bulk.”

“$20 is still a lot of money.” The light’s turned green, so Anna has to open the bag with her teeth. When she does so successfully, she pours a couple of the cookies right into her mouth. Chewing with righteous indignation, she says, “You know what you can buy with $20?”

“Dinner with my mom?”

Anna almost chokes on the cookies.

She hears Serah giggling up a storm while handing her a water bottle to keep from dying. After downing half the bottle, Anna takes a deep breath and gets back into the center of her lane to ensure neither of them is going to die. “Serah! What did I tell you about saying that kinda stuff while I’m driving?!”

Serah bounces proudly in her seat, “Well maaaaybe if you didn’t have a crush on my mom, I wouldn’t have to bring it up.”

“It’s not…I’m not…” Anna slumps in her chair, wondering why she even bothers denying it. “Whatever.”

Yes, she has a big, stupid gay crush on the mom of the kid she’s babysitting. But have you seen Elsa Langford? She’s gorgeous. Pale skin, light blonde hair always in a neat, tight ponytail, eyes like calm pools of water, and a killer body she worked tirelessly on after giving birth to Serah. Anna had to drink three glasses of water just to get through the interview with her.

But there’s nothing to it, and nothing’s gonna happen anyway. It’s just a crush.

A stupid, dumb, big, stupid, fleeting, doesn’t-mean-anything, stupid crush on a stupid, sexy mom.

It’s stupid.

[Line Break]

Anna pulls right into the driveway of the Langford’s small, one-story house. It’s in the middle of a long suburbian row of houses that look nearly identical in their mundanity, but this one always stands out to Anna. Not because she’s been to this house countless times, but also because it’s got a vibrant feel to it; like you can feel two main characters live here. Serah skips over to her front door with Anna close behind. She notices the grass is getting a little tall and wonders if Elsa might need some help mowing it this weekend.

She unlocks the front door and Serah immediately takes off her shoes by the front door, places her lunch box on the kitchen table, and hums to herself while she walks to her room. The schedule used to be on the fridge, but by this point Anna’s memorized it.

Make a light snack for Serah, help her with her homework before dinner’s done, clean around the house (that’s not a requirement, Anna just does it), make sure she doesn’t watch the next episode of Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix yet, and then kick back until Elsa gets home. In between this time, Serah continues to tease her about her crush.

It’s been like that for weeks now, ever since Serah stole her phone one day and read the text Kristoff sent to her about Elsa. The subsequent conversation about what a “MILF” was didn’t exactly help things either.

This time, however, is different. Around 7 PM, while they’re watching an episode of American Ninja Warrior, Serah says something that doesn’t sound like a joke.

“She’d say yes, you know.”

“What are you talking about?” Anna asks cautiously.

“If you asked my mom out, she’d say yes.”

Unsure of how she’s supposed to react, Anna goes with an uncomfortable snort/laugh, “Wh- stop it. Stop kidding around, that’s…that’s silly.”

Serah shrugs like she didn’t say something crazy, and then she proceeds to say something even crazier, “She talks about you all the time.”

“Well yeah, I mean duh. I’m the babysitter,” Anna says like that’s supposed to be her superhero identity.

“No, she doesn’t talk about babysitting stuff.”

Finally, unable to help her curiosity, Anna asks, “What does she talk about then?”

Of course, she doesn’t get a chance to hear the answer. The front door unlocks and the woman they were just talking about arrives from work. Serah rushes to greet her mom and Anna stays sitting to let them spend their mother-daughter time together. And also because, like usual, she’s trying to figure out how to greet Elsa.

She decides on a cheerful “Hi!” followed by asking how work went; it’s casual and unassuming, but shows she cares about her. With that game plan prepared, she takes a quick breath, stands up, and walks over to the happy, little family.

“Hi!” she says with a practiced wave of her hand, though her voice is a little higher pitched than she’d like it to be.

Elsa’s clearly tired by the look of her, but when she smiles at Anna it feels like she’s genuinely happy to see her. Which of course makes Anna’s stomach do backflips, especially when Elsa walks over to her and gives her a hug. Even after taking off her heels, the exhausted banker still has a couple of inches on her.

“How are you?” she asks with her sweet, caring voice.

Anna tries to ignore the faint, flowery scent of perfume on Elsa’s neck, and the intrusive thought of wanting to hold her until all of Elsa’s troubles melt away. “Doing good,” she finally answers with her voice still an octave too high.

Elsa pulls away far too soon, keeping Anna at arm’s length while the younger woman is trying her best to pretend she doesn’t want to know how those lips would feel against hers. “Well let me write you a check and you can head out.”

What? No! Thinking fast, she replies, “No, you look exhausted. You can just rest, you don’t need to pay me right away.” Which is a lie, she has bills due next week.

“No I’d feel terrible if I let you go empty-handed. Trust me, it’ll only take a few minutes.”

“Ms. Langford, it’s okay. I’m in no rush tonight. Give yourself a minute to breathe, at least.”

Elsa frowns, but whatever she’s about to say gets interrupted by a long yawn. “Okay fine, if you can give me half an hour, I’ll have your check ready by then.”

“Sounds perfect!” Anna squeaks.

“And again, you don't have to call me Ms. Langford. Elsa’s fine.”

Elsa pats her on the shoulder and walks over to her room, Anna gets a glimpse of it before the door shuts and she can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be in Elsa’s room one day. Her shameful thought is interrupted by someone bumping her hip.

She looks down and sees Serah with a smug grin on her face.

“Oh hush,” Anna says.

[Line Break]

Anna hates taking breaks, and she especially hates days off. Not just because that’s one less day she gets to see Elsa, but also because that’s who she is as a person. Days she isn’t working provide zero structure, and she forgets how to be a human being without a structure.

The weekends, then, are a tumultuous time for her. If she doesn’t have pre-made plans with her friends, she’ll spend the days thinking about doing everything, inevitably end up doing nothing, and then dragging herself out of the house to do something.

This particular Saturday, that “something” happens to be grocery shopping. With a list that only has “Eggs?” on it, she ventures through every single aisle, wondering if she could get herself hungry enough to buy whatever she’s currently looking at.

So far, aside from the eggs, there’s only one other thing in her cart. And it’s not even for her.

“Pop-Tarts…I don’t know, they might sound good later.” She reaches to grab a box of the frosted strawberry ones but waves it off at the last second. Maybe the next aisle will have something she thinks absentmindedly as her cart almost hits the person in front of her.

Who somehow happens to be Elsa.

“Hi! Hey! Wow hi!” Anna says while Elsa looks at her like she’s genuinely startled. “H-hey there, Ms. Langford.”

After registering that the person yelling at her isn’t a threat, Elsa smiles. “Anna! It’s so wonderful to see you.” She looks as if she’s going to take a step towards Anna, but changes her mind at the last second.

Unfortunately, Anna took that as a cue to also step forward and didn’t move back fast enough. So now, she’s just standing between both carts like she’s commandeering both. “I-I didn’t know you went grocery shopping. Here, I mean. I’m sure you shop, but like…I live near here. Like five minutes away actually.”

Elsa chuckles, and honestly it sounds like honey-dipped guitar strings. But less sticky, and more sexy. “Well I was in the area dropping Serah off to her karate lesson, so I figured I might as well do some shopping while I wait.”

Right, Serah started her lessons last week. She told Anna that she was super excited about “getting to punch bricks and stuff”. Still unsure if she should move yet, Anna adds, “Well I like this place a lot. It’s like one of my top ten places to be- to go. Maybe top five.”

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind,” Elsa grins like she really is happy to have run into her. She shifts her gaze down and remarks, “Oh, that’s a really nice chopping board.”

Oh. Right. The chopping board’s…still in her cart. Anna lifts it up and holds it like she’s showing off the finest new features in chopping board technology. “Yeah thanks, it’s on sale actually.”

“That’s good news, I’m looking to replace the one we have. I’m tired of scraping plastic off my chicken when I’m cutting it.” Anna knows this, of course, because Elsa’s muttered it to herself every time she’s in the kitchen. “Which aisle did you find that in?”

Forgetting why she has the chopping board in the first place, Anna holds it out and says, “Oh it’s okay, you can just have this one?”

“Are you sure? Don’t you need it?”

Now remembering why she has it, Anna shamefully pulls it away, “Yes. I mean no. No I don’t, I don’t need it. It’s in my cart, but I don’t need it.”

Elsa’s eyes narrow, “I-I’m sorry, I’m confused.”

Well this is happening. And it’ll be even more awkward to explain things if she shows up with the chopping board on Monday. She sighs, finally admitting defeat, “I…I heard you mention you needed a new chopping board, so I wanted to get one for you. This one, actually. This is the one I was going to buy. And then give it to you on Monday.”

Elsa goes from confused to flattered in a second, and much like all of her expressions there’s an inarguable authenticity to it. There’s no exaggerated gasp or a drawn-out “Awww”, instead there’s a smile that could melt a million hearts and a casual touching of Anna’s upper arm.

“I knew I picked a good one,” Elsa says, oblivious to the screaming and fireworks occurring in Anna’s head.

“Ah, i-it’s nothing really. I’m using my paycheck, so in a way you’re buying it yourself haha,” Anna tries to laugh but she squeaks like someone’s just pumped her full of helium.

“Nonetheless, you’ve helped lift so much stress off your shoulders and I want to show how much I appreciate you.” Elsa straightens up a little and looks at the frazzled redhead curiously, “What do you think about coffee?”

“You mean like a coupon?” Anna shakes her head. “I mean a gift card?”

Elsa opens her mouth to respond, but another thought seemingly goes through her head and she purses her lips. A second later, she smiles again, “Yes. Like a gift card. Young people still drink Starbucks, right?”

Anna scoffs, “Ms. Langford, you’re only nine years older than me.”

“And yet you still insist on calling me ‘Ms. Langford’, which always makes me feel much older than I actually am.”

A ton of bricks falls on Anna as she realizes her grave mistake. “Oh my goodness, Ms. La- ah I mean I uh…I’m so sorry. I didn’t- I mean that wasn’t my intention. You’re young, a-and beautiful, and still in your prime. No you haven’t even reached your prime yet! If I made you feel like you weren’t, I’m-”

She’s silenced by the feel of Elsa’s hand coming to rest on…her shoulder? Well that’s new. And exciting. Anna focuses half of her mind on calming down and the other half on what Elsa’s saying.

“Relax Anna, it was just a joke. You can call me whatever you want.” Though Elsa’s voice is reassuring, her smile has a glint of proud mischief from catching her off-guard. “I’m not about to police my favorite babysitter on what words she can use.”

Anna tries to speak but finds her throat too dry. She clears it and tries again, “Really? I’m your favorite babysitter? You’re not just saying that?”

“I went through far too many babysitters before I found you,” Elsa lets out a breathy laugh, eyes glancing to the side as if she’s remembering back to the years she’d had to find the right fit to take care of Serah. Anna wonders what makes her so different from the others, but thinks that’s too invasive to ask. “You’re the best.”

The casual yet loaded compliments and the feel of Elsa’s fingers so close to her bare skin combine to create a dangerous, stomach-churning reaction in Anna. One that sets all her impulses alight, screaming at her to kiss Elsa.

Before she even has the chance to compose herself, Elsa’s already pulled away and is back by the safety of the handrails on her cart. “Well I think I’ve used up enough of your time this weekend. And besides, I need to find something for dinner tonight. I’ll see you Monday, okay?”

Anna blinks, still trying to register things that happened five minutes ago. “Uh yeah, no problem. Sounds great,” she replies without knowing what she’s saying.

Elsa smiles at her and turns the corner, disappearing from direct sight. After an eternity of standing at the end of the aisle like an idiot, Anna groans and covers her face with her hands.

“Stupid,” she mumbles to herself.

[Line Break]

“The evil scientist shouted, ‘This ain’t over, Super Gal! One day-”

Anna presses the buzzer she bought at a dollar store. “There’s no such thing as the word 'ain’t’,” she corrects.

Serah groans, “You’re the worst.”

“You asked a girl with an English degree for help with your story. What did you expect would happen?” Anna taps against the table like an evil villain.

’“I didn’t expect you to not go easy on-”

Anna presses the buzzer again. “Double negative!”

“I’m not even writing!” Serah protests.

“My buzzer, my rules.”

The sound of the front door opening interrupts them bickering like long-lost sisters. Instead of running over to greet Elsa by the door, Serah shouts with exasperation, “Moooom! Anna’s being a jerk!”

“Well that’s what happens when you ask an English major to look over your story, honey,” Elsa replies.

Anna gives Serah a smug grin, the little girl sticks her tongue out in response. Elsa joins them at the dinner table, the tiredness on her face is less concerning tonight but Anna catches her wince when she sits down.

“You okay?” she asks.

Elsa smiles, “Fell off a ladder at work.”

“Oh my gosh, how bad does it hurt? I could-” Anna has to take a pause to let the unhelpful thought of massaging Elsa’s back go away. “-get you some ibuprofen or an ice pack.”

“Thank you, Anna, but I’m sure I’ll be fine in the morning once I sleep it off. After all, I’m not even in my prime yet.” Elsa winks at her, and Anna has to pretend her insides haven’t turned to jelly.

“Is this like that time you fell in the bathroom while trying to pull your pants up?” Serah asks.

“Serah!” Elsa hides her face in her hands, though it’s still possible to tell the remorse she feels through her voice. “Why did I even tell you that story?”

Serah feigns innocence and shrugs, “Because I’m your daughter and you like telling me things?”

Elsa sticks her tongue out in response and it’s much cuter than it has any right to be. Unable to help herself, Anna asks, “Are you sure I can’t do anything for you? I mean like with your back…or whatever.”

Elsa rests her head against one of her hands and doesn’t try to hold back the tiredness in her smile this time. “You’re very sweet, Anna, but I’ll be okay. Just need some rest.” She mumbles afterward, “And a vacation…”

Anna lets her mind wander for a second, thinking of what it would feel like to take Elsa somewhere she could unwind. Like to a spa, or a lake. Elsa feels like the kind of person who finds solitude near water. In her mind, she sees Elsa in a baby blue sundress and a wide brim hat, looking out at the crystal clear waters from a creaky, wooden dock. She sees herself walking down the same dock and Elsa turning to her with a smile, holding a hand out and beckoning her to come over.

“What do you think, Anna?”

The wishful thought dissipates, and Anna’s pulled back into reality by a question she’s not ready for. “Sorry, I was uh…thinking of a story idea. What were you guys talking about?”

Thankfully not asking where Anna’s mind was really at, Elsa repeats herself, “Serah was wondering if you wanted to go to her play tomorrow.”

“I’m playing a tree!” Serah says proudly.

This invitation comes as a wonderful surprise. Serah’s been hyping this play up for forever, but Anna always assumed she would want Elsa to be there. “Oh, I…did something happen? Can you not make it?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare miss seeing my little girl play the part of Tree #2. But I really-”

Serah clears her throat obnoxiously loud.

“Right. We would really love it if you came. Tickets are free, but they’ll be selling popcorn and soda for $2.”

“You can sit next to my mom!” Serah adds, and her failed blink shows she knows exactly what she’s implying. It feels odd having a ten-year-old be her wing woman, but Anna’s learning to roll with it.

“No pressure, though,” Elsa says while wringing her hands together. “It’s on a Friday night, and I know you might already have plans.”

“I don’t,” Anna responds far too fast.

Elsa’s eyes widen in surprise, “Oh. Then do you want to go?”

The chance to sit next to Elsa for an hour in a dark auditorium? Anna would be an idiot to pass that opportunity up. And it isn’t lost on her that it felt like Elsa was about to say she would personally love it if she went.

“Sure, I’d love to go.”

[Line Break]

Far too many questions are still punching Anna in the brain as she pulls into West Arendelle Elementary’s parking lot and walks towards the auditorium. Should she have eaten something beforehand? Is she overdressed? Is she underdressed? Should she have texted Elsa to coordinate outfits? What if this is all some elaborate prank to make fun of her for her stupid mom crush? Did she sweat through her shirt? Is it noticeable?

Her crazy thoughts are interrupted by her phone buzzing. She pulls it out of the back pocket of her jeans and sees it’s a text from Elsa. She’s waiting by the door so they can find some seats together.

Well, that eases her worry about trying to find Elsa in a crowded auditorium. Though crowded might be an understatement. It’s a fourth-grade play, not an opera at The Met.

Once inside, Anna takes a second to admire the impressive renovations of what used to be a musty, old gymnasium (they even put in carpets and sound dampeners). But she’s not here to appraise this place, she’s here to root for her favorite fourth grader/tree and keep the ogling of Elsa to a minimum-

Holy baloney, Elsa’s wearing a dress.

It’s got blue-and-white stripes, short sleeves, and a similar colored waist sash. And instead of her hair being in a tight ponytail, the nearly silver locks fall across her shoulders and down her back.

It’s casual, it’s cute, it’s gorgeous, it’s beautiful, and it’s a stark reminder of how absolutely smitten Anna is.

“I was getting worried you might not show up,” Elsa says with a smile akin to the one she showed off at the grocery store.

Up close, Anna also notices a thin, snowflake necklace around Elsa’s slender neck and she’s already failed in keeping her ogling to a minimum. “You can always trust me to keep my promises, Ms. Langford,” she says with a goofy grin meant to reflect something called confidence.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Elsa responds.

Feeling like she has to mention it, and also because her brain’s still currently fried from seeing an angel, Anna adds, “You look beautifuller. I-I mean not like fuller, I just mean you look more beautiful than usual. Oh gosh, not that you usually look bad because you don’t. You never look bad, you’re-”

Elsa lays a hand on Anna’s shoulder again, which might as well be her reset button. “Anna, do me a favor and take a breath.”

Anna takes a breath.

“Good job. Now let’s go find some seats, okay?”

Anna follows her, too caught up on the feeling of being told she did a good job.

They find a spot at the end of an aisle and close enough to the stage that Serah will be able to find them without looking too hard. Elsa takes the seat on the left, Anna takes the seat on the right. They don’t start talking again right away, not until the conversations all across the auditorium become a blanket of white noise.

And then Elsa lets out a breath, “This feels nice.”

Anna turns to her and notices her eyes are closed, but she still commits to perfect posture so it looks like she’s meditating. “What do you mean?” Anna asks.

“Being…present. Not having to rush to make dinner or beat traffic or anything like that. It feels nice to have a break and just be.”

Anna finds it hard to understand what constitutes this as a break, but then again she isn’t a mother. And she doesn’t know much about what it means to take a break anyway.

Elsa tilts her head like she’s about to rest it on Anna’s shoulder, but instead, she turns to look at her. “Thank you again.”

“For the chopping board?”

“For the chopping board, for taking care of Serah, for being someone I can trust…for everything. It’s hard to- I mean you know it hasn’t been easy for me relationship-wise.”

Anna nods. Learning about Elsa’s divorce and her subsequent failed relationships was a part of why she took this job in the first place. She sympathized with the single mother and knew even then that Elsa could really use someone to have her back too.

“So thank you, for being my…the person I needed through all this. My knight in shining armor.”

The lights haven’t dimmed yet, so she needs to hope the blush on her cheeks isn’t too noticeable. She bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too wide, and then says, “Well, outstanding service is the Bizzybee guarantee.” It’s supposed to be a playful joke, but Elsa doesn’t seem to take it as such.

She frowns, “Do you really only see this as a job?”

This is different, but it doesn’t feel like a good different. Elsa doesn’t usually look like she’s staring into her soul, and she hasn’t asked anything this personal since the initial interview. To Anna, the answer is obvious, but she’s also caught up on wondering what answer Elsa wants to hear. If she says the wrong thing, will she lose her job? What’s the right thing to say? When did it get so warm? And is that citrus she smells in Elsa’s hair? Gosh, why is she so weird?

Shrinking further underneath Elsa’s stone-cold curiosity, Anna finally decides to approach this with honesty. “No,” she starts far too softly. “No, I think I would probably do anything for you…r family. You mean a lot to me. Y-you and Serah, I mean.”

She really hopes that doesn’t sound like a confession. The last thing she wants to do is get fired and have to run out of an elementary school auditorium in tears.

A soft, warmth presses against her hand that’s been resting on her seat. Anna looks down and sees Elsa’s hand on top of where hers should be. If this is a dream, then she never wants to wake up.

“Thank you for saying that,” Elsa replies just as softly.

Finally, the lights dim and the principal is on the stage talking about how hard the fourth-graders have worked on this rendition of The Giving Tree. And maybe it means nothing, but Elsa still hasn’t pulled away. Anna pushes away the thought of her own hand being too sweaty, and the notion that this could be a fulfillment of her craziest wish. Right now, she just tries to enjoy the feeling.

Serah turned out to be an excellent Tree #2.

[Line Break]

Next Monday, everything falls apart.

Or at least that’s what it feels like is going to happen when Elsa gets back from work and immediately asks Serah to go to her room so they can talk alone.

Anna’s never seen her this distraught before. Her ponytail is poorly put together, she’s not wearing any makeup, and there’s a coffee stain below her collar. When she asks if she can do anything to help, Elsa’s response is a quick but harsh, “No.”

She stiffens up. “Oh. O-okay, I’m sorry.”

Elsa shakes her head, places her hand on top of one of the kitchen chairs, but then pulls back like it’s hot to the touch. “Could we maybe sit on the couch?”

Right now, Elsa could tell her to cut off her hand and Anna would do it. She nearly trips walking the five feet from the kitchen to the living room couch, and tries to take up the least amount of space as possible when she sits down. Elsa sits on the far side, clutching a pillow to her chest with her mind probably anywhere else but here.

It’s not a good sight, and Anna’s not only worried about the safety of her job, but Elsa’s condition. She purses her lips to keep from saying anything stupid, and hopes this isn’t the horrible nightmare she’s expecting it to be.

Elsa closes her eyes tight, “I’m afraid I have to let you go, Anna.”

Anna completely deflates. Had she not been expecting this, it would have come as a greater shock to her. But when she pushed her luck at the play by trying to hold Elsa’s hand…she knew her days as a babysitter were numbered. “I understand,” she says sadly.

“I don’t think you do,” Elsa replies, quickly turning to look at Anna. Her eyes look like they’re pleading with her, like she doesn’t want to do this. “You were amazing, and I will give you the best endorsement for any job you apply for. But after the play-”

“I know. I was out of line.”

There’s a tense, awkward second of silence where the two women are looking at each other with equal levels of guilt and remorse. Though their reasons are vastly different. Elsa sighs and places the final nail in the coffin, “No, you weren’t.”

…what?

“Anna, I wanted you to hold my hand.”

What?

“You did?” Anna asks, trying her best to curb her optimism. This can’t possibly be going the way she thinks it is.

Elsa nods, “I’m not- well okay, first of all, I don't want to fire you. Serah, she thinks of you as her big sister, and the thought of separating you two tears me up. But this needs to happen because I…having you around…I feel something for you.”

“Feel something?” Maybe someday she’ll be able to say more than two sentences again.

Again, Elsa closes her eyes. A sternness falls on her face which Anna can tell she’s had to use a lot “Say it out loud,” Elsa mutters.

“What’s wrong?”

One agonizing moment later, Elsa reopens her eyes, and the guilt in them has worsened. “I-I’m attracted to you, Anna, and it’s getting to me. Really bad. I can’t sleep without thinking of you, I got a ticket for speeding a couple of weeks ago because I couldn’t wait to get home to you and Serah, and when you held my hand? Gosh, I felt something I never felt with anyone I’ve ever been with. I have feelings for you, and I have to let you go before I do something I might regret.”

She’s not dreaming, Anna knows that for sure because there’s no weird fog around her and Elsa doesn’t have a horse head. Yet she still can’t wrap her mind around the fact that this is happening.

Elsa Langford, the most beautiful mom- hell, the most beautiful woman- she’s ever known has just confessed she has feelings for her.

But she has to know for certain, so she finally musters up the lucidity to ask more than two words. “Do you really mean that?”

Elsa laughs. But it’s not a “gotcha” laugh, it’s a deeply embarrassed, caught-in-the-act laugh Anna’s far too familiar with. “Yes. I like you a lot.”

That’s all the confirmation she needs. With all the social grace of a bowling ball tumbling down the stairs, Anna responds. “I like you a lot too. Like attractively, I-I mean romantically.”

Elsa’s eyes widen, “Really?”

Anna shows off her expertly crafted awkward laugh. “Of course! You’re sweet, caring, and you’re so beautiful I bet a potato sack would look good on you. When I look at you or even think of you, I just see like rainbows and flutes and warm stuff like blankets or bedrooms- I uh, I mean like…soup. It was just a stupid crush at first, but honestly I don’t think I’ve ever felt this strongly for anyone before. Elsa, you’re a dream come true.”

Elsa’s pale complexion makes the redness that appears on her cheeks much brighter and more beautiful than Anna could ever imagine. This magical moment…it’s something she’ll always cherish and will never forget.

“I love the way you say my name,” Elsa says quietly.

“It’s a very pretty name,” Anna adds.

“Gosh, just kiss each other already!” Serah shouts from the hallway.

They talk for another hour. Despite the looming threat of being fired disappearing, Anna still agrees it’s best she stops working for Elsa. There’s now a conflict of interest, and the last thing they want is for either of them to get in trouble. Which means it’s back to job hunting. On the bright side, however, Anna can now come over whenever she wants so Serah will still have her “big sister”.

As for her and Elsa, they both agree to take things slow to make sure they won’t drive each other crazy. In a bad way, obviously. They both have big, stupid crushes on each other, but with Elsa’s track record for relationships and Anna’s overall social awkwardness, it’s clear that attraction will only get them so far. They have to work for this, if this was something to work for. Nonetheless, they remain optimistic and their first date is set for next week.

Elsa just needs to find a babysitter first.

#elsanna #submission #April 2021 contest #prompt: break

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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Do a cevans x reader fluff using number 89 from the prompt list please :)

89. “Hey, babe, look what I found.” - “GET THAT OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!!!”

Warnings: Reader screaming, language

Honestly this prompt made me laugh, how did I not see this? I freaking love this. I’d be the one to bring something strange in the house.

I remembered when a bird flew into our house, escaping an attack from a hawk and it scared the hell out of my mom. I picked it up and it was shaking. I named it Blue and it was so cute. My mom couldn’t run away because her hands were doing work on the dishes so she just curled up in the corner. I love my mom.

~~~

You were in the kitchen, starting to make some lunch for you and Chris that day. Chris was out in the backyard, playing with Dodger with his lion. You looked out every once in a while seeing Chris chase after Dodger to take the lion in hand. Chris told him to sit, lay down, roll over and other tricks.

You smiled and looked away to finish lunch.

Chris throws the lion over to the tree in the backyard and Dodger runs toward the lion but comes to a complete stop and looks at the ground. “Dodge!” He calls out, the dog lowers its sniffer and nudges its nose at something and jumps back. Chris walks over and squints, “What did you find, bubba?” He asked, the dog backs up to make way for his boss.

Chris kneels down and sees a small bird on the ground. It tweets and Chris grins, “Hey, little guy.” Chris picks up the bird and brushes its feathers. “You’re okay. Where’s your ma?” He looks up and sees the nest where it should be. Chris would need a ladder but he could grab a dining chair and possibly reach it.

“Come on, Dodge. We need to get this bird back up there, but we can show it to mama first.” Chris walks into the house and heads toward the kitchen. He sees your back turned to him.

“Hey, babe, look what I found.”

You turn and see him hold out a bird, you scream, moving away, “GET THAT OUT OF THE HOUSE! CHRIS!!” Chris holds the bird to his chest, “You’re scaring him.”

“Chris, where the hell did you get that!” You shout, Chris looks up. “It was on the ground, I think it fell from its nest-”

“Well, get it back to its nest, Jesus Christ, Chris, what if it has rabies?” You asked, Chris tilts the bird a bit to look at it. “It looks okay. Look how cute it is.”

“Chris, put that thing back where it came from!”

Chris pets it, “I think it likes me.” You hold your hand out to it, “Chris! Get it out!” Chris laughs, turning away to grab a chair, “Okay, okay. I’ll put it back.” Once he gotten the chair, you stood at the door, watching from afar to see Chris put the bird back into its home in the tree. Dodger stood by and watched his dad save a wild animal. Chris comes in and smiles.

You shake your head, “Don’t ever bring something like that in here again.”

Chris grins, “What about a gopher?” You shake your head, “Dodger is the only animal allowed in this house.” Let’s say Chris always came out to the tree and always watched the bird. You never wanted to have a soft spot for the bird. Because he scared the hell out of you.

~~~

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #cevans #optimistic-dinosaur-nacho #chris evans x reader drabbles #chris evans drabbles #chris evans imagines #chris evans x plus size reader

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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The Goode Case, 9/14 (Jaida/Jan) - Juno

Chapter Summary: Who is lying to Jaida: Brita or Jackie? Meanwhile, Jaida must help Widow face her grief, and her own spectre.

(A/N: Hi all! I hope you enjoy part nine. Thank you for your continued support!)

6.56PM

Brita’s shoulders tensed up suddenly, looking cautiously at the door. Jaida turned to see why.

Crystal was holding the door for Aiden, both of them looking calmer than they had earlier, but they were too far away from the door to catch them. Brita turned back to her wine sharply, while Jaida watched the two of them slowly amble to the bar.

“Oh, so you were messaging Aiden as well, were you?” Jaida smirked.

“Not about coming here,” Brita muttered, her voice hitching with nerves.

Jaida watched as Aiden’s eyes flicked over to the three of them for a split second, before flicking back to Vanessa behind the bar. Crystal was leaning on the bar, pointing at one of the drinks behind it.

Jaida leaned towards Brita. “She looked.”

“She did?”

“Yep.”

“Does you think that mean she’s interested?”

“How the hell am I meant to know that? Ask Jackie, she’s the mind reader.”

“Maybe we should put work aside and just go sit with them,” Jackie suggested.

“Too late,” Jaida muttered, as Crystal and Aiden approached them.

“Hi.” Crystal waved to the three of them crowded in their single seat, giving them a small smile. “Look, this is a bit weird, but … can we sit in the seats here? There’s no other free booths.” Crystal motioned to the spare row of seats.

“Uh, sure,” Brita motioned, and the two students slid into it.

“Thanks,” Crystal nodded. She turned to Jackie. “You called me earlier, is there – is there an update on Gigi?”

“No – “ Jackie leaned a little nearer, and Crystal did too. “But we’re organising an investigation tomorrow, at the house again. Hopefully it can give us more information than yesterday. Can you come? In the afternoon? We may need your …”

“You can see spirits,” Jaida continued, to clarify, “and we could always use more people who can do that!”

“If it will help Gigi, I’ll do anything!” Crystal nodded fervently. “And Aiden too?”

Jackie’s glance flicked to Aiden, lingering a second too long. Jaida felt Jackie stiffen next to her.

“Alright. But no one else, please.” Jackie chewed her bottom lip. “I will send you a message when we know the time.”

Jaida’s phone was ringing, this time with a work tone, but an unknown number. She stepped out of the booth and walked over to the back door, which was a little quieter.

“This is Hall.”

“Hall, this is Lake, from Forensics. How are you?”

“I’m –“

“Great to hear it.” Darienne Lake, Forensics team leader, was well-known for not beating around the bush with pleasantries. “Listen, I can’t get in touch with your case leader, so you will have to do. Sniffer dogs haven’t been able to find anything more than what we’ve already reported from the weekend. No evidence that Georgina went past the guest house.”

“Didn’t you mention this to Brita when she went down earlier?”

“What? No. We did see her, but she just parked up and went into the old guest house for a bit.”

“But – didn’t your guys call her down for something? A lead?”

“We’ve had no leads, Hall. Why would we call her if we’ve had no leads? Look, we’re putting it on email for her as well. Let her know if you hear from her before, will you?”

Darienne disconnected the call without another word, leaving Jaida to frown at her phone.

Brita hadn’t mentioned she’d been to the house. All Jackie had said was that she’d been to Northfield for a lead, but now Lake was saying she hadn’t even called her down. Lake was straight-talking, and Jaida knew she wouldn’t lie.

She had to ask Brita about it.

Jaida looked back at the table. Crystal and Aiden sat opposite Brita and Jackie, looking like the conversation was relaxing around them; even Jackie was starting to appear less tense. How was Jaida meant to approach this?

Crystal eventually picked up her purse and took Aiden’s hand, leading her to the bathrooms. Perfect.

Sliding back into the booth opposite, Jaida cleared her throat.

“Brita, that was Lake from Forensics. You know Lake, right? Tells it how she sees it?”

“How could I not know her?” Brita chuckled.

“She’s going to send you an email from their work today. No leads.”

“Oh, alright.” Brita nodded, chewing her lip.

“None at all.”

“Alright, fine.”

“Nothing all day.”

“What are you trying to say?” Brita muttered.

“You went to the house.”

“You went to the house?” Jackie repeated. “Brita! Why didn’t you tell us? We should have gone with you! You can’t be going alone! Look what happened earlier today, and that was with three of us!”

“I just forgot my torch there,” Brita replied smoothly, patting her bag. “Nothing major. And – ow! – stop trying to read my mind! Why do you think I’m lying?”

“You could have just told Jackie you’d left it, and not that you’d heard from Forensics,” Jaida pointed out. “No big deal. But Lake was just on the phone to me, and she said she hadn’t even called you!”

Brita sighed. “What is wrong with you two? I thought we were working together on this!”

“We are working together! Come on, Brita, you’re being a bit evasive now,” Jackie reasoned, reaching for her arm. “We just want you to be honest with us.”

There was a short silence, until Brita turned in the booth to face Jackie.

“Alright,” she said, “go ahead. Read my mind. Then you can see that all I wanted was the torch. And nothing else happened.”

“Are you sure?”

“We should –“ Brita motioned to the back yard, which was quiet and empty, and Jackie nodded. They slid out of the booth, leaving Jaida alone in the booth with her thoughts.

Crystal and Aiden came back from the bathroom shortly afterwards, looking out the window at Jackie and Brita as they passed.

“Hi, Detective Hall.” Crystal gave another nervous wave.

“Call me Jaida. Now that we’re all doing psychic shit together it might be best to be familiar.”

“Psychic shit,” Aiden muttered, and for the first time since Jaida had seen her, started sniggering.

“So, Jaida,” Crystal said, peering up at her, “have you – I mean, have you seen ghosts for long?”

Jaida cocked an eyebrow. Aiden’s eyes darted between them both.

“I’ve seen them all my life,” Crystal continued. “I have a big family, which means lots of grandparents, great-grandparents who die when you’re young. The first time I saw my great-aunt Rosalia in my room, I thought I was going nuts! So did my mom. She took me for some baptism thing at my church!”

“Really?” Jaida cried.

“Yeah, my mom is very superstitious. Thought it was the devil! She came round eventually. But at first it was so scary to see them all.”

“Oh.”

Jaida wasn’t quite sure how to react to this. In Crystal she’d found – an equal? A confidant, maybe? And for once she didn’t know what to say. Other people around her seemed to be far more open, more comfortable with these truths than Jaida herself was.

She turned to Aiden, hoping to change the subject. “And you don’t, like, teleport or some shit do you?”

Aiden just shook her head quickly, averting her eyes to look into her glass of coke, her shoulders becoming stiff. Crystal gave her a nudge, but Aiden just shook her head again.

“Alright,” Jaida said, “you don’t have to say.”

Brita was striding back inside, having left Jackie out in the garden; and reached for her purse, which was on the seat next to Jaida.

“Jaida, I’m going now.”

“What?” Jaida exclaimed. “Why?”

“Just –“ Brita hissed, motioning to the front door, and Jaida followed Brita out there, both slipping under one of the umbrellas in the bar next door to avoid the rain, which was still coming down. Brita settled a little, but Jaida could see her face was a little red, and her eyes staring at a point in the distance as she spoke.

“I think I’m moving Jackie off the case tomorrow. She’s becoming a liability.”

“What?” Jaida cried. “Liability? I have no idea what you’re talking about now.”

“She hit me, Jai!” Brita motioned to her cheek, and Jaida could sure enough see finger marks in the redness. “Slapped me right across my face! I was just trying to talk to her!”

“She slapped you? Why? That doesn’t sound like Jackie.”

“I don’t know, she’s gone nuts!” Brita’s voice was tense, nervous, her hands jittery in her lap. “I think the whole – ghosts, telepathic stuff – it’s all gotten to her a bit. I think she needs an office role for now. We’ll find Gigi’s body alone.” Brita forced a smile on her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Jaida swallowed when Brita said body. “You really think she’s dead?”

“I don’t know what else she can be, sis.” Brita shook her head sadly. “Listen, I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m gonna go home. Get some rest. Think about what to do about Jackie.”

Jaida went back into Vanjie’s, which was starting to heave with people, struggling to get at the bar for Happy Hour. At the same booth, Crystal was still in place, with Aiden opposite her, her eyes on her coke, while Jackie sat, dazed, next to Aiden. She grabbed Jackie’s hand and pulled her from the booth, moving away from the bemused students.

“Jackie,” Jaida hissed. “You slapped Brita?”

“What? Did she say that?” Jackie frowned. “Why would she say that?”

“I don’t know, Jackie,” Jaida put her hands on her hips. “But I saw her face, and there was a mark on it! What the hell is wrong with everyone today?” Jaida cried. “Am I the only normal person left?”

Jackie shook her head. “I didn’t though! I was just trying to connect with her, but I don’t – I mean, I didn’t hit her!”

“Did she hit herself then? Did someone else walk up and hit her?” Jaida snapped.

“Jai, you can’t possibly believe that I did that!”

Jaida hoisted up her bag over her shoulder. “Honestly, Jackie, I don’t know what to believe. I’m going home. I’ve had enough already.”

“Jaida!”

But Jaida didn’t look back. She made her way out of the bar and into the torrential rain.

7.50PM

The bus ride seemed to be over in the blink of an eye. Jaida’s thoughts spiralled in her mind, from Brita’s grim acceptance that the case was now a hunt for a body; to Jackie’s startled denial of the accusation of hitting her team leader. But there was no reason Brita should lie about that too. Plus, she had the mark on her face! One of them was lying.

And then Brita’s strange revelation that she had returned, alone to the house. Forgetting her torch was a feasible enough reason to return there, but what had prompted Brita to lie about that? Was she lying about being slapped as well? How had the red mark appeared on her face if she was?

Things were getting stranger and stranger, and Jaida hated it. She felt as if everything was happening around her, with her powerless to control any of it. The paranormal stuff was bad enough to get used to, but all the uncertainty surrounding this case and her team was starting to mess with her mind.

When Jaida got indoors finally, the room was dark, curtains drawn, but the room didn’t feel empty. Switching on the light, she found Widow was sprawled on the couch, one shoe on and one off, staring at Jaida, her eyes glassy. A bottle of red wine sat on the floor, empty and laid on one side.

This was bad. Really bad.

“Widow, what are you doing sitting in the dark?”

“Thinking.” She barely moved. Even her lips didn’t seem to move.

“Have you had any more than that bottle?”

“I had – the whole bottle?” Widow turned slowly to the ground, then made a nonplussed face. “Huh. I had the whole bottle.”

“You hate alcohol. You said yourself it made you do crazy shit, it tore your family apart. You swore off it last year.”

“Do you blame me?” Widow’s voice was slow and bitter.

Jaida shook her head. “No, I don’t, of course not.”

Jaida was a little uneasy, but she came and sat at the edge of the couch to see how Widow would react; to her relief, Widow moved her feet and carefully, slowly sat herself upright. Although her eyes were a little vacant, Widow didn’t actually seem too drunk.

“What’s on your mind?”

But Widow laughed with surprising energy. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters.”

“She does. And you do.”

Jaida shuffled over on the couch to wrap her arms around Widow, who leaned into Jaida’s side. Widow was much shorter than Jaida, and her chin just about reached Jaida’s shoulder.

“I miss her,” Widow breathed against her shoulder, slurring her words slightly. Jaida could feel Widow’s heart racing, and the heat of her body as the alcohol pulsed through her. Her lips were black, stained by the wine she’d drunk, her eyes bloodshot, pupils wide.

Jaida squeezed her a little harder, and that was when the spirit appeared.

Lank hair, skin ashen, most definitely not of this world. Her dead eyes rested on Widow, not on Jaida. Her arms were stiff, gruesome in their bloodied mess, and she stood in the corner as she always did, motionless.

Jaida, emboldened by her work that day, had a thought come to her out of nowhere.

“What was her name?” Jaida’s voice was breaking, and she half-expected Widow to run away immediately; trying to make Widow talk about anything personal was like trying to milk a wall. But Widow just shivered, the alcohol loosening her tongue and her mind.

“Tori. Victoria.”

Jaida swallowed as the figure in the corner took an uneasy step towards them. She forced herself to stay calm.

“How – how long had you been friends?”

“Oh God,” Widow shuddered again, “since … kindergarten. Yeah.”

“Were you in school together all – all your lives?”

“Yeah, all the same classes until – I left for college and she didn’t.”

Widow was shaking, but Jaida focused on the figure in the corner, now emerging, taking another step towards Widow, and another, seeming to glide towards them, becoming more and more real.

Stay calm. Widow needs this.

“When did you last see her?” Jaida asked.

Widow was shaking with grief. “July. When I went to KC and we went to that show. She –“ Widow stopped, the veneer of drunken blankness creeping over her eyes, but she blinked and carried on. “She had on this stupid shirt, this stupid pink shirt, and she wanted me to swap, but I didn’t, cause she – she’s like a size ten, and I’m a fourteen …”

Widow’s voice died as she started to sob into Jaida’s shoulder, the spirit close enough to touch. Now that she was so close, Jaida saw her grey face was lined with sadness; her hair was more dark brown than black; and her hollow eyes swam with tears.

She was reaching for them both, and Jaida’s fear was fading again, turning to empathy.

“… and she ripped the fucking shirt taking it off, if you can believe it, and I – I had this stupid idea to share the shirt I had with her, it was too big for me …” Widow wiped her eyes furiously. “So – we both put our heads in the head hole, and had one arm each, like we were fucking ten years old or something!”

The noise coming from Widow was still sobs, but now laughter mingled into it.

The woman behind them both reached a hand and rested it, ever so gently, on Jaida’s hands, clasped at Widow’s shoulder.

Jaida jolted in worry, but she just felt a spreading warmth through her body, like an open fire on a winter day, making the hairs on her arms stand on end. She exhaled, unaware she had been holding her breath, and lifted a hand to the woman, but she moved her own hand to Widow’s arm, where it gently rested.

“I really didn’t want to think about her,” Widow whispered, her words still slightly slurred, “but it’s – it’s not so bad, talking about her. Remembering her. Actually, Jai, I think you’re the first person to ask me anything about her.”

“You just threw yourself into painting and shit, instead of thinking about her,” Jaida agreed.

“She was my best friend growing up,” Widow finally leaned away from Jaida, wiping her eyes again, “I got so many memories of her. She was amazing.”

“You got any pictures?”

“Sure, how long have you got?” Widow exclaimed, rubbing her eyes and grabbing her phone from the coffee table, flicking the screen open.

Jaida glanced up at the spectre, her face becoming more relaxed, the lines around her seeming to blur, as she faded into the air, disappearing from Jaida’s sight – Jaida knowing somehow that she was fading for good, her goal – to make Widow open up about her – accomplished.

Widow sniffed, tears falling onto the screen as she hurriedly wiped them off. “This was us at the show in July. In my big ass shirt.” She managed a laugh. “It was ruined the next day.”

The picture was Widow and the figure that Jaida had seen, this time in life, her head squashed by the shirt’s head hole next to Widow’s, the logo on the shirt stretched ridiculously across their chests. One of each of their arms was through the arm holes of the shirt.

Widow’s head was thrown to the side, her black curls dancing around her face, frozen in a laugh that Jaida could hear from just looking at the picture. Her friend – Tori – had a bottle of Corona in her hand and was kicking her leg on front of Widow, her face a picture of joy.

Jaida had never seen Widow so happy.

9.34PM

Jaida’s phone was ringing, a friend tone, but she looked down at Jackie’s number and groaned.

“Go away,” she hissed at the phone, as the tone faded.

Jackie: Jaida please pick up, please don’t ignore me

Jaida:What do you want

Jackie:It’s better if we speak, not message

Jaida rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to speak. Her two colleagues were both acting bizarrely and she just wanted a rest. She didn’t reply to Jackie’s message, and Jackie didn’t send her another.

Her phone buzzed again, thankfully not Jackie this time.

Dahlia: ok my mom is on shift tomorrow so I can come at like 3?? X

Jaida: I will let Brita know. Thanks Dahl you’re amazing xx

Dahlia: btw you never told me about Heidi and her date x

Jaida:I met her, she seems nice xx

Dahlia:oh good, Rock did the cards for the first time and I think she had one wrong x

She picked up her phone again and brought up Brita’s contact, with the selfie they had taken as their screenshot.

Jaida: Brit Brittany Bit

Brita: what’s up Jai x

Jaida: Dahlia is good for tomorrow at 3pm x

That was all that needed to be said. Brita was acting just as strangely as Jackie. With a start, Jaida’s eyes fell on her bag, and she realised that she had forgotten to pass Brita the book. Oh well, it could wait until tomorrow.

Her phone sounded again. Why was everyone trying to get in touch with her right now? Jaida expected it to be Brita again, but her stomach leapt to her throat when she saw the message.

Jan: hey gorg. I got Friday evening off shift. Can’t wait to see you at six! X

Jaida: Can’t wait either Jan. See you Friday xx

Jaida wrapped her braids for the night and got into bed, allowing her thoughts to turn to Jan, conjuring her image in her mind, adding in details here and there; her voice, her eyes, her lips …

#rpdr fanfiction #the goode case #juno #jaida essence hall #brita filter #jackie cox #crystal methyd #aiden zhane #widow von du #jan sport #lesbian au #detective au #supernatural au #diversity fic #s12 #black girl magic fic #tw suicide references #tw alcohol abuse #submission

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sohotthateveryonedied · 4 years

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to clear things up because it’s late and I didn’t realize you said anything about this until now: I watched like five minutes of an episode because my mom had it on and I was playing my DS at the time and only half-paid attention but the guy made a Batman joke and I was proud. Also I’m tryna get my dad to get amazon prime so I can actually binge it so I can actually Care enough to watch the show you feel me. Anyway that’s my Psych story

The only part of that entire show that isn’t valid is when in a different episode, Shawn asks Gus what the Super Sniffer would rank compared to other superpowers and Gus says it’s better than anything Robin brings to the table which is nothing BUT OTHER THAN THAT THE SHOW IS TOP TIER 10/10 PERFECTION

#lay it on me papa bob #best friend tag

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aliypop · 5 years

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From Now On

Wordcount: 2,080

A/N: This went completely different than I had it mind, but this is a mega fix it fic with a rollercoaster of emotions, also Ben and Hux need love and yeah!

Summary: When fixing the Falcon Yela solo finds a familiar force onboard leading her towards the happier things in life.

Warning: Angst

"What do you think you're doing.." Yela asked hearing the thoughts of her enemy her head was under the control pannel fixing it, "This is a hunk of junk," she mumbled to herself, the figure that had been sitting there watching her leaned under to help,

"Get away from me," she raised her hand to push him away from her, Kylo was slightly tossed across the Falcon, while her saber flew into her hand ready to fight him again if she had to, his mask covered his face as he backed away from her, the two were still on Starkiller base, and from the looks of it he was already wounded,

"You have to trust me!"

"This is a set up.." she thought to herself, but there was something different about him this time, he didn't feel like Kylo but more like,

PEW

"We've got company.." Yela said seeing the Knights of Ren outside,

"Did you think dad gave you his only blaster.," he said shooting at them with his back turned towards her, taking his mask off as he looked at her, he looked like Ben, but she was still skeptical of him, his eyes seemed tired all of him did really but from the blood on his face made her worried even more,

"When you were 6, you wanted to be a Jedi like uncle Luke.." he said hoping she'd look at him, "Everyone knows that Kylo," she rolled her eye's, her lightsaber in her hand, a glow of green across her face she then saw a blue hue coming from beside her,

" Where did you get it!" both Yela and Kyo said looking at each other with a glare, the knights getting closer, Yela was already closed in by a few and so was Kylo, blocking a strike from one of the knights with her lightsaber she felt the rush of what she had been missing, the thing that made her family the way they were a good fight, twirling her saber around she plunged it into another knight using the force to knock down the others, looking over she saw that Kylo was in danger one wrong move and he might have been dead,

PEW!

Yela laid there breathing hard, her eyes fluttered, eventually closing as her chest began falling slowly and rising,

"You're just an annoying Moof milker!"

"Am not!"

" If you two wake up your uncle Rylan I'll never hear the end of it.." Luke said looking at his niece and nephew, Yela had been secretly training with her brother Ben on Tatooine when she was supposed to be on Naboo with her grandmother Celfra learning the principles of politics,

"Now get back to meditating you two," he smiled walking off, "And remember it's all about the balance of things, or is nature.. is that what Yoda said?" he began mumbling to himself,

"You're supposed to keep your eyes closed idiot," Ben shouted,

"What's going on out there?"

Racing towards the infirmary was Alana, Leia, and Han, laying on one of the many beds were Yela and next to her was "Ben," Han looked at him, "is it really you," he asked as all 3 of his parents began to walk towards him with caution, Ben was nervous already standing there awkwardly as he used to when he was a little boy,

"Yeah, it's me.."

Alana ran to him as she hugged him tightly, "I knew you'd come they didn't, but I did," she joked, her somewhat youthful features vibrant on her face, still gentle as he remembered her to be, Leia, on the other hand, couldn't believe that her beautiful baby boy had returned to her and neither could Han,

"Mom... Ma.." he blushed hugging them back,

"Where am I.," Yela asked waking up seeing her parents hugging Kylo, " He's danger-"

"You annoying Moof Milker.." Ben laughed roughing up her hair,

"It's true.." she hugged him tightly, " I got my brother back!" she then punched him hard, "What was that for?!" he asked her, "Force chocking me! you nerf herder who farlked every-"

"Language... " Han glared at her,

PEW! ... PEW! ... PEW!

"Ben! " Yela shouted Chewie by her side as AL-1 beeped by the two were in a smuggle bust except it wasn't exactly a material they were smuggling "Hux... we're going to find you.." Yela thought hearing Ben snickering,

"Get out of my thoughts .. droid sniffer.," raising a fist at him,

"You like Armitage, does Ma know about this.. " he began picking her brain the two now running from bounty hunters, "No, and mom doesn't know about it either or dad.." she huffed shooting at them again,

"RAARRA!"

"We know!"

PEW!

Hux sat in the cell alone with his thoughts like he usually did when no one was around, there wasn't Kylo though he was probably dead by now, and he didn't want to think it but so was Yela probably, he was already worried about her since the days they met and even when he would report to her office he could never forget how sweaty his palms would be, how he'd stutter around her, how weak he became when he heard her say his name,

"Aren't you a little short for a Mandalorian. " Hux rolled his eyes,

Yela took her helmet off brown curls everywhere, "What is with us solos and feisty people," she asked, "Us?" Hux questioned as to the other Mandalorian who removed his helmet, under it was Ben, who glared at the general,

"Hux.."

"Ren.."

"Can we just go!" Yela shouted guiding them out the exit, looking at Hux she could tell he was a bit confused by everything, but right now he was going with it,

"You know Yela, he's smaller than I remember.." Ben smirked as Hux glared at him, "I know what you're thinking I wouldn't try it.." Chewie who was once again by their side ran towards the Falcon as they made it just in time,

"So this is the hunk of junk you wanted to shoot out the sky.."

"Chewie set the cords back home, Ben, Hux don't kill each other.," she smirked, "Ans as for me.." she put the ship into hyperspeed, "It's time to sit back and relax.."

"How come you get to be the pilot.." "How come you get to be such an -"

"ARRRHH" Chewie shouted as they both got quiet, Hux was in aw at the two, charmed by Yela but impressed by Ben it really did seem that he cared about something other than Rey or ruling an entire galaxy but instead his-

"Hey, " Ben pouted, "Yela made me talk to you so... " he rolled his eyes, "spill it.." giving the old general a death glare, the Solo glare.

"What are you talking about.." He began to blush his thoughts stuck on his paragon of hope, beauty, and stubbornness,

"You've liked my sister since the day you met her.. and as her brother, I don't like you... as your old .. leader I don't condone it."

"Doesn't matter, " Hux smirked,

"You want to ask her out don't you... "

"No!"

Ben smirked at him know the answer,

"Yes,"

"WHRAAH," Chewie said as Yela sighed, just like her father Chewie was her best friend, she told him everything from secrets to things that not even he wanted to know about, but he gave good advice,

"I know ma, mom, dad, and probably uncle Luke are gonna be upset, but it's not the first time.." she sighed,

"ARRRH"

"They have no room to judge when ma and dad met they went straight to the Falcon, and when he met mom who was a princess, and not the general who keeps me up at night they later had Ben, but I .." getting off track from her topic,

"Wraggh.." Chewie said nudging her.

"I may or may not like him, we've kissed a few times, but!" she paused as AL-1 even looked at her,

landing back on base Ben ran towards his parents as he left Yela and Hux alone, "Ma, Mom.. do you need any help," he asked hiding behind the two,

"What did you do.." Leia said looking up at her son,

"Are you bleeding!" Alana looked at the grazed skin on his arm, "Mandalorians... the skin peeled very delicately .. Amban rifle, " she looked up at him, You're good ma, really good, " he began getting nervous hearing Yela get closer,

"And you see dad I-"

"Yela, " Both Leia and Alana said, Han, glared at him,

"Do you see this.. or am I getting old.." Han began laughing like a maniac, "A prince I'd be okay with, a smuggler sure, but a first-order general!"

"Han darling breath... let us do the yelling .." Alana kissed his cheek,

"What were you thinking or are you thinking," Leia pulled her by the ears like a disappointed mother she was, Hux stood there slightly scared of the General she seemed very upset as it was,

"I was thinking about hope the thing you guys fought for," she pulled Hux to her side,

"And yes I know that he was apart of the first order, but as an Amidala, I know there's good him I just know.. just like there was good in grandpa Anakin," she sighed,

"You sound as if you love him," Alana said, her thoughts were loud and clear,

"You loved dad the first time you met him, and when Celfra said no what did you do.." Yela asked waiting on her mother to answer, "What did you do mom,"

"Yela you're 19 and he's 24, it's not going to work!" Alana said walking away from her,

"You were 19 and dad was 22.. and It worked out fine, you loved him and then.."

"Don't you finish that sentence ," Ben who was hiding behind Chewie now got a bit scared for what Yela was about to say, it had to be bad if Leia didn't want her to finish it, "Let her speak," Han said wanting to know what his daughter had to say,

"You stopped loving each other, Mom and you argued all the time while ma, you tried to keep things peaceful.. tied between two lovers..." she pointed at Alana and then at Leia, "You tried to keep me in Naboo, and Ben with uncle Luke when I just wanted .." Hux held her as he kissed her head, he felt bad that she had it rough as a child, but he knew wasn't alone on that feeling,

"What was it that you wanted sweetheart," Han asked as he pulled both Leia and Alana close to him kissing both of their foreheads, the two both smiling up at him giggling.

"That.." Yela smiled as she looked at Hux, "Armitage .. I -" Hux kissed her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, the other in her dark curls, pulling away Yela had a grin bigger than her fathers on her face,

"Reminds me of how we used to be, " Leia said looking between Han and Alana, she missed having them both around but being that she was on senate and Han didn't want to be tied down to one place as well as Yela taking her mother's rightful place as a Dutchess things were heavy between the 3.

"We're not too old to start again..." Alana said, "of course Han and I never stopped, " she smirked kissing him on the lips,

"That is disgusting .." Ben stuck his tongue out then pretended to gag,

"Mhmm.." Yela cleared her throat, " Mom, ma, Dad, Ben.." she asked getting their attention, "I love Hux very much and I'm gonna date him and fark it maybe I'll marry him!" she looked at Hux his eyes wide, "Marriage?" he turned darker than the old first-order patches he used to have on his uniforms,

"You heard me, Armitage," she laughed, "the future is unlimited and Hux if you'll have me."

"General Organa.. you're highness Solo... " Hux said still scared of the two,

"Welcome to our crazy family.." Alana said

"I still don't like him.." Han mumbled under his breath,

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