#I had the dream where I was in my grandmas car

[kingdeath000]

I could count on my fingers the amount of times I've ever smoked from either a cigarette or a pipe in my life but I still sometimes have dreams where I'm smoking

#like that one night #I had the dream where I was in my grandmas car #and I had a pack of cigarettes and I was trying to discretely smoke them in the back of the car. so she wouldnt see me #and I could feel the smoke in my lungs and taste the cigarette in my dream #and I woke up and I was like. its been four years since I've tried any cigarette what the hell #talkpost #<- a tag I will Not upkeep but. i can satisfy myself for now by making it

[proxima-writes]

the last great american dynasty

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 6.8k (whoops)

summary:

Joel Miller has loved the historic Victorian home in his neighborhood since the first time he laid eyes on it. When the elderly owner passes, he thinks he might get his chance to finally buy it and fix it up.

He doesn’t expect to find you, the granddaughter of the previous owner and trustee of her estate, standing in the way of his dream

author's note:

inspo board this work is inspired by taylor swift's song "the last great american dynasty" and is part of the folklore album anthology! if you enjoy, please consider reblogging/commenting and make sure to check out the other works by the amazing collaborators on this project.

tags/warnings:

explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), explicit language, no physical description of reader, no use of y/n, work contains journal entries as part of the plot, porn with plot, pre-outbreak!joel, grandma is a named OFC, sassy reader, dirty talk, teasing, praise, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, paint as a flirting mechanism, mild enemies to lovers, pet names. let me know if there are any missing!

August 20, 1948

I have arrived in Texas. I am uncertain where to go or what to do. For so long I’ve answered only to George, but now I am my own woman and the world before me has suddenly become much bigger, seemingly overnight.

I just hope it will be good for me.

-R

PRESENT DAY

If there’s one thing you never expected, it’s to inherit a mansion from a grandmother that you’ve never spoken to. As far as you were aware that kind of thing only happened in movies, so receiving a phone call from an estate lawyer that had been trying to locate you for a whole year since this mystery woman’s passing was a complete shock.

Now you find yourself with a car full of your belongings driving cross country to a sleepy suburb of Austin, Texas. The first stop is the lawyer’s office, where a secretary eyes you warily as you sit in the lobby of the lush office suite, fingers toying with a loose thread on the t-shirt you’d been wearing for the last eight-hour leg of your road trip.

A voice calls your name from a door just past the secretary’s desk, an older man with white hair and a deeply wrinkled face smiling kindly at you. You stand, shaking his hand as you pass by him into his office. He gestures to the wingback chairs that face his impressive dark wood desk. You take in the diplomas on the wall and the floor to ceiling bookshelves lined with thick, leather bound tomes. 

“I appreciate you comin’ all the way out here so quickly. You were quite the tough one to find,” the man says with a chuckle. He pulls out a thick envelope, cream colored with swooping, swirling handwriting across the front reading your name. “Your grandmother was a dear friend of mine. She established a trust in your name not long after you were born.”

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m still a little confused. I didn’t even know I had a grandmother,” you admit quietly. He nods solemnly. 

“She never told me all the details, but there had been a falling out between her and her daughter. They kept their distance after that.” When you don’t say anything, mind too busy racing with the questions that you suppose only your mom can answer now, he continues. “Would you like the review the details of the trust?”

“Um, sure. I guess that’s why I’m here, after all.”

He slips a piece of paper from the folder, sliding it across the desk. The same swirling handwriting fills the page.

My Dearest,

You may not know me, but I’ve watched you grow in photographs and letters since you were born. You mean the world to me, even if I could not fit in the world that your mother created for you. I respected that choice, hurt though it may have.  She had her own path to forge, just as I did, and just as you will. I am eternally grateful for the parts of her life she did share after she left.  

In the event of my passing, I leave my estate to you in its entirety. I built my true happiness in those walls, and I hope you can do the same.

-R

You read the letter twice, eyes stinging with tears. A tissue box slides across the desk, and you pluck two sheets out gratefully. 

“In this envelope are the more official documents. The deed transfer that will need your signature, beneficiary statements for her banking and savings accounts, things like that. My office will handle all the paperwork filing,” the man says. A few more forms are laid out on the desk, and you lean forward to read them. 

“Holy shit,” you snap, eyes wide as you swipe the beneficiary statement from the wood. “There must be too many zeroes in this, right? Or a rogue comma? That can’t be the right amount.”

“I assure you that’s the correct amount,” he says with a laugh. “And if you’ll sign down there, it’ll be transferred to your name and designated account.”

Your mouth goes dry as you read through the rest of the documents. In addition to the sizeable amount of money about to hit your bank account, there’s a five-bedroom house being transferred into your name, as well as a safety deposit box. You sign each form where directed, sliding them back over to the lawyer. 

“I believe this is yours,” he says, holding a house key out to you. He drops it into your open palm. “Good luck.”

“I wish they would just put that place up for sale already,” Joel grumbles from the passenger seat of his brother’s truck as they drive by the out-of-place 1920s Victorian home on their way to a job site. 

“You’ve been sayin’ that for the past year since that poor old woman passed,” Tommy says with a laugh. “Give it up, brother. Your dream house is just goin’ to rot away before your eyes.”

“Don’t you say that,” Joel replies. He doesn’t need Tommy speaking his fear into the universe. 

The house has already been showing signs of falling apart in the last ten years Joel has lived in the neighborhood. The roof needs work, the shutters need replacing, the lawn is overgrown, and there’s a sizable hole in the wrap-around porch that seems to get bigger over time.

He’s wanted that house since the first time he saw it while he was house hunting ten years ago, a then three-year-old Sarah on his hip as he toured a nice little house that was available in the neighborhood at the time. While the home he’s built with his daughter through long days of hard work is nothing to scoff at, he’s always dreamed of something with more character and story. 

He just hopes he’ll get his chance.

You stare up at the old house in front of you, shielding your eyes from the late afternoon sun. It’s a beautiful house, though there’s no denying its seen better days – two stories with large bay windows on both floors, white wood siding and chipped red shutters that are clinging to their rusty hardware, a large wrap around porch that has vines encroaching on the banisters, a lawn overgrown with weeds. You tentatively climb the steps of the porch, peeking nervously into the large hole in the wood to the left of the front door.

“That’s private property,” a gruff voice calls out, making you jump. You turn, finding a man standing on the sidewalk with his arms crossed over his broad chest. “You ain’t supposed to be snoopin’ around.”

“Actually—”

“Why don’t you just head home, sweetheart, and I won’t have to call the cops,” the stranger says, cutting you off. You raise your eyebrows at him.

“This is—”

The man huffs, arms dropping as he digs in the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a cell phone. “Seriously, I’ll give you until the count of three. We don’t need trouble around this neighborhood, alright?”

The nerve, you think, narrowing your eyes at the man. Since he clearly doesn’t want to hear what you have to say, you decide to take a different route. You reach into the pocket of your shorts, pulling out the key that the lawyer had given you earlier that day. You take a sideways step closer to the door, keeping your eyes on the man as you pointedly insert the key into the lock and opening the heavy wood door.

His mouth drops open in surprise and you smile at him.

“You were saying?”

Joel had seen the car parked in the driveway of the empty house when Tommy dropped him off after work. He’d quickly checked on Sarah, newly thirteen and fiercely independent, finding her working on her homework at the kitchen table, before making his way across the street. 

He hadn’t expected to find a gorgeous woman snooping around the old house, curves hugged in denim shorts and a tank top that made his mouth water. He also hadn’t expected the woman to produce a key from the pocket of those sinfully tight shorts.

“You were saying?” You ask, lips curved in a smirk and eyebrows raised at him. When Joel doesn’t immediately reply, still too stunned that you have access to the house, you turn and walk through the door, shutting it behind you. 

He finally shakes himself of his shock, bounding up the steps and knocking on the door. You pull it back open.

“I’ll buy it from you,” Joel says immediately.

“Excuse me?” You reply, your hands moving to your hips. “It’s not for sale.”

“Come on, what’s a girl like you need all this space for?” Your mouth drops open, pretty lips stretched wide in surprise and Joel struggles to keep his thoughts from drifting to sinful places. 

“A girl like me? What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re young, that’s all. You don’t need a house this big and this much of a project!”

“What makes you think I don’t have a big ol’ family I’m moving in here? Four kids and a loving husband?!”

Joel blinks. “You got four kids and a lovin’ husband?”

“No, but that’s besides the point.” You roll your eyes, jabbing a finger at his chest. “It’s not for sale. Now get off my porch before I call the cops on you.”

With that final word, the door shuts in Joel’s face again, the sound of your retreating footsteps signaling the end of the discussion.

November 12, 1948

There’s a gentleman who comes into the diner every Tuesday. He always sits in one of my booths, with his perfect hair and suit and handsome face distracting me until he leaves. Some of the other waitresses try talking to him but he doesn’t pay them any mind. They’ve whispered to me before that he comes from money - oil, or something, not that it matters. 

His name is William, and I think he’s trying to steal my heart.

-R

“So, let me get this straight. First, you threatened to call the police on this woman. Then, rather than introducin’ yourself or welcomin’ her to the neighborhood or even apologizin’, you just go straight to tellin’ her she doesn’t need a house that big and that you wanna buy it from her. Did I hear that right?” Tommy says, watching Joel as he throws together dinner the following evening. 

“Yeah, that sums it up,” Sarah says. Joel huffs.

“Well, when you put it like that.” He sips his beer as his daughter and brother share a look. “What’s that look for?”

“Nothin’,” they say in tandem. Joel narrows his eyes as Sarah breaks out in giggles. Tommy stands, heading to Joel’s pantry and rifling through the shelves until he finds an unopened bottle of whiskey buried in the back.

“What are you doin’ with that?” Joel asks. 

“Welcomin’ your new neighbor like the gentleman I am. Sarah, watch the pasta while I show your dad how it’s done,” Tommy replies, heading for the front door, Joel trailing behind him. 

Tommy crosses the street with quick steps, eyeing the porch dubiously as he knocks on the door. Joel stands beside him, hands shoved in his pockets as he curses under his breath about his brother’s stupid antics.

You open the door, dressed this time in a pretty sundress that makes Joel’s mouth go dry. Tommy flashes you a grin and Joel can’t help the annoyance he feels when his brother’s eyes trail over your body.

“Hey there! I’m Tommy Miller, you may have met my dumbass brother over here the other day. I’m certain he didn’t make the best impression, so I just wanted to come over and welcome you to the neighborhood,” he says, holding the whiskey out to you. 

You introduce yourself, ignoring Joel. “Thank you so much, Tommy. Would you like to come in?”

“Sure thing,” his traitorous brother replies, stepping over the threshold. When Joel makes a move to follow, you give him a pointed look before shutting the door in his face. 

“You want a beer, Tommy?” You ask the handsome man in your kitchen. You can’t help but be impressed by the genetics of the Miller family, both men tall and tan and handsome as hell. Sure, one of them could use a lesson on manners, but you’ll admit that since your confrontation your mind has drifted to thoughts of brown eyes and soft dark hair that belong to the brother you left on the porch out of spite.

“Yes, please,” Tommy says politely. You open the dated refrigerator and grab two beer bottles, popping the caps against the countertop and handing one to him. “This sure is a nice place.”

“Thanks. I just inherited it from my grandma,” you explain. “It’s a little…dated.”

He chuckles. “We call it ‘character’ in contractin’.”

“That what you guys do, then? Contracting?”

“Sure is. Miller Brothers Contracting and Construction.” Tommy scratches at the label on the bottle before saying, “Look, I know my brother can come off the wrong way. He didn’t get the social genes. But he’s a good guy, and he’s loved this house since the first time he saw it. Always wanted to buy it, fix it up, raise his little girl here. Maybe add to his family one day.”

You look around the rundown kitchen. You’ve only been here a day and you know you’ve got your work cut out for you. The electrical and plumbing are all outdated, the appliances need replacing, the floors need to be refurbished, and that’s just the first floor. You could use some help with it all, and maybe the grumpy contractor next door who cares about the house could help you with it all.

“I appreciate that he loves the house but…I never met my grandma. Never even knew who she was or that she was even alive, and it’s the only connection I have to her. I don’t know if this is going to be my forever but…I want to at least give it a shot.”

Tommy smiles. “We could help with that.”

It feels like ages before Tommy’s stepping back out onto the porch, a beer in his hand that makes Joel frown.

“Y’all were havin’ drinks while I sat out here like an ass?” He asks incredulously. Tommy throws an arm around his brother’s shoulders.

“Yes, and if you don’t quit your whinin’ I’m not goin’ to tell you about our lovely conversation,” the younger man says as he walks with Joel back to his house.

In the kitchen, Sarah is pouring the pasta sauce and ground beef over the noodles. Joel takes over and waves her away, mumbling his thanks as he mixes the ingredients together. He sets up two plates, setting one in front of his daughter and sitting down with the other. Tommy makes an affronted sound before fixing his own plate.

“So?” Joel asks. Tommy slurps at his food.

“Was the lady nice?” Sarah asks.

“No,” Joel replies at the same time Tommy says, “Yes.” 

Joel glares at Tommy. “You gonna tell me what she said or what?”

“She ain’t sellin’,” Tommy finally says. “But, she wants to fix the place up. Offered our services so you could get your grubby fuckin’ hands in there.”

“Language,” Joel says, eyes flicking to Sarah. The girl rolls her eyes. “Really?”

“Yep. Better start callin’ the guys. From what I saw we’re dealin’ with electrical from the 50s, plumbing from who knows when, not to mention the HVAC and roof will need to be upgraded, too.” He wipes his mouth with a napkin before grinning at Joel. “You up for the challenge?”

“Hell yeah.”

August 23, 1949

William and I have just been married.

I know, I know. I can’t believe it either. But he is truly the light of my life.

The wedding was charming, if a little gauche. I’m still not abreast of all these new societal expectations that surround a man like William, but I’m willing to try. Today he will be taking me around to view houses in the more opulent neighborhoods, the type of homes I used to gawk at but one of them will be mine.

I must be dreaming.

-R

Joel and Tommy start working on the house right away. Every day there’s a line of pick-up trucks parked on the curb and the sounds of construction start early in the morning and continue into the late evening. The electrician and plumber come through first, updating the wiring and pipes through the whole house. The roofers and HVAC come through next, replacing the crumbling shingles and dated central unit with a split system for each level of the house.

It’s not until the big projects are done that you get to have fun with the place, which is how you found yourself methodically painting the front door a muted lime green early one morning. 

“What do you think you’re doin’?” 

You sigh. Despite Tommy’s assurances that Joel is a great guy beneath the grumpy control freak exterior, you’ve continued to only get the side of the man that grates your nerves.

“What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m painting the door.”

“You can’t paint the door that color,” Joel says, heavy footsteps stomping up your newly repaired porch. 

“Says who?” You retort. You smear another stroke of paint over the sanded wood.

“Me, for one. The historical society, for two.” He pulls the brush from your hand and holds it above his head and out of your reach. The movement drags his shirt up, exposing a strip of tan belly with a trail of dark hair that disappears into the waistband of his jeans.  “Why are you bein’ a pain in the ass?”

“I was put on this earth simply to make your life more difficult, Joel Miller. Isn’t that obvious?” You reply sarcastically. He mumbles something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like you got that right. “What are you even doing over here? It’s Saturday.”

“We’re goin’ to the store. You gotta start pickin’ stuff out for the bathrooms and kitchen,” he says, tossing the paint brush into the tray. “And then we’re gettin’ a new color to cover this up.”

Joel leaves the porch and you follow behind him to the black pick-up truck idling by the sidewalk. He opens the passenger door for you and you raise your eyebrow at the gesture but climb inside.

January 3, 1950

Our New Year’s party is the talk of the town. There were so many people in the house I began to lose count. William had so much champagne ordered I swear we could fill an entire swimming pool with it all. 

The ladies at the club have already begun to ask when we would host our next event. I can’t wait to plan another.

-R

“Can you please focus?” Joel begs, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He’s laid out three tile combinations, one for each bathroom in the home, and he needs you to look at them but you keep getting distracted.

“You’re no fun,” you huff. You examine the tiles, pointing to a turquoise blue one he’s picked for the shower in the master. “I love that.”

He looks at you in surprise. “Well, I’ll be damned. She can be reasoned with.”

You giggle and Joel can’t help the smile it prompts from him, the sound of your laugh so sweet compared to your sharp tongue. 

“I like the white and blue combinations for upstairs, but in that powder room I want a pink theme,” you tell him. Your eyes search the displays, landing on a blush pink glass subway tile option. “Like this!”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Joel replies without thinking, taking the sample from you and comparing it next to the floor tile he’d chosen for that bathroom. When he glances at you, you’re giving him a confused look. “What?”

“Nothing,” you reply, shaking your head. “What about the kitchen?”

“What were you thinking for in there?”

“Green cabinets. White and black backsplash, the kind with the little hexagons that look like flowers. I gotta pick out appliances now that the electrical can sustain newer ones, too.” You pause. “And how do you feel about wallpaper?”

“It’s the devil,” Joel replies.

Your grin is downright mischievous. “Excellent.”

February 2, 1956

William had a heart attack. It scared me so badly that I haven’t let him out of my sight since. The doctor said he’s been working too hard, drinking too much, and not sleeping enough. Maybe the parties have started to be too much for him. 

I’ve been feeling unlike myself. Tired, nauseated. Hopefully my heart isn’t troubled, too.

-R

Joel places a hefty order for all the items you’ve picked out today from nearly every aisle of the store - tile for the bathrooms and kitchen, vanities and plumbing fixtures, countertops, lighting, and appliances. While he’s preoccupied with calculations and measurements and pricing things out, you pick out paint and wallpaper for the projects you’ll be able to do on your own.

He finds you a while later, a cart full of paint buckets and supplies. To your surprise, he grins. 

“More paint, huh? You pick a new one for the door?” He asks. You smile back at him, butterflies erupting in your tummy. 

“Yep. Does navy blue suffice, your highness? I thought we could paint the trim the same color.”

Joel nods. “Good choice. Look, I’ve kept you here so long for all the orderin’. You wanna get lunch?”

“Careful, Joel. I’m like a stray cat - once you start feeding me, I might never leave,” you reply with a laugh. You push your heavy cart of paint towards the exit.

You miss the soft smile he gives to your retreating figure.

September 23, 1956

Our daughter is here. She’s the sweetest little thing, though she can screech like a banshee when she sees fit. William is so besotted, he keeps looking between the two of us with stars in his eyes like he can’t believe how lucky he is.

I love them both with my whole heart and soul.

-R

Joel takes you to a retro family diner with black-and-white checkerboard flooring and red vinyl accents with a vintage jukebox in the corner. You’re delighted by the themed menu, eyes immediately zeroing in on the classic malt shakes and french fries. 

Over lunch, Joel actually opens up to you. He tells you about going into construction right out of high school and dragging Tommy into it when he’d gotten back from serving his tour with the Army. He talks about his daughter, Sarah, and you can’t help the smile that stretches your lips as you watch his eyes light up while he talks about his little girl. She’s at a sleepover this weekend, which gave him the extra time to visit the home improvement store this morning.

In turn, you tell him about getting the call from the lawyer one afternoon that changed your life forever. How you’d packed up everything you owned and driven across the country to find out that you had a grandmother that your mother never told you about that left you her entire estate. 

“Wow. That’s…wow,” Joel says when you’ve paused to take a sip of your chocolate shake. 

“Excuse me?” A voice asks. You both look up at the elderly woman dressed in a  t-shirt with the restaurant’s logo and pressed slacks. She smiles. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation and ever since you sat down I’ve been wrackin’ my brain tryin’ to place your face and it’s just hit me.”

She holds out a framed black and white photo of six waitresses standing beneath the same sign that’s still out front, all of them grinning at the camera. There’s one face, however, that looks familiar despite you never having seen her.

“Her name was Rebecca. We used to work together. That’s me, right there,” she says, pointing to the girl standing to the woman’s left. “Rolled up to town at eighteen, fresh off a divorce and hardly a penny to her name. My daddy, god rest his soul, he owned the restaurant and gave her a job when she’d come through lookin’ for work.”

“Wow,” you murmur. “This is insane. Do you have any other pictures?”

She gives you a sympathetic smile. “‘Fraid not, darlin’. Just the one. But I know she kept a lot of journals. Was always scribblin’ in one and spent what little extra cash she had makin’ sure she had a new notebook ready. Maybe they’re still around?”

July 16, 1958

William…

William is gone. My light, my love, my world. The doctor said his heart just…stopped. In his sleep, right beside me. 

I have to continue to live with a hole in my own heart, the piece that William stole years ago gone with him. 

But I have to be strong for our daughter. Our brave girl, my little bird.

-R

When Joel brings you back to the house, you stare up at the facade, wondering if the journals the woman had spoken about could still be inside. Lost in thought, your eyes land on the little window that sits above the bay windows on the second floor, where the master bedroom is. You’ve been sleeping in that room for months now and you know there’s no window there that you can see from the inside. 

“Hey, Joel?” You call out, eyes still fixed on the little window like it might disappear if you look away. “This place is only two stories. How come there’s a window there?”

He looks up at the roof. “Huh. Might be decorative?”

“Or it might be a secret room,” you tell him.

“Okay, Sherlock. Let’s go see.”

You lead him upstairs to the master bedroom, most of your grandma’s furniture still present save for the bed that you replaced upon arriving. You stare up at the ceiling, but it’s smooth - no trap doors to be found.

“If I were a secret door, where would I hide?” You ask.

Joel, who’d been poking his head into the walk-in closet, replies, “Probably the closet.”

There’s a creak of old hinges as Joel reaches up high and tugs the brass pull handle fixed in the ceiling. A descending ladder falls to the ground and you both stare at each other in surprise.

“I’ll go grab a flashlight,” Joel offers, sprinting from the room. You stare up at the hole in the ceiling, anticipation thrumming in your veins.

He returns quickly. “I’ll go up first.”

“Ever the gentleman,” you tease, watching as he ascends the ladder, your eyes shamelessly fixed to his ass as he climbs. You hear the click of the flashlight and see the sweep of the beam through the opening in the ceiling. “Anything?”

“Lots of suitcases. Hang on, let me grab one of the small ones,” he calls down. There’s the sound of something being dragged across the floor before he’s slowly lowering a leather suitcase into your hands. 

It’s surprisingly heavy and you drag it by the handle to the bedroom, kneeling on the ground to pop the latches and open the dusty lid. Inside are stacks of leather bound notebooks, edges of the pages yellow with age. 

“I’ll be damned,” Joel says, wiping his palms against his jeans. “We found the journals.”

Joel drags the suitcase downstairs, setting it in the living room for you while you order pizza and open a bottle of wine for the occasion. You sit beside each other on the couch and he hands you a journal that you carefully open. 

May 17, 1974

We had another argument last night. She claims that I’ve been too overbearing, too protective, too stifling, but what else is a mother meant to do? 

-R

May 18, 1974

Her bed was cold and empty this morning. Her piggy bank smashed to bits on the floor and her drawers cleared. Despite my tight grip, my little bird has flown away.

It appears that history does repeat itself. Imagine that.

-R

“Holy shit,” you say, sitting back on the couch with your glass of wine in one hand and one of your grandma’s journals in the other. “She ran away.”

“Who did?” Joel asks, biting into a slice of pizza. 

“My mom. She just…packed up and disappeared.” You glance at him. “Guess that’s why I never knew about her.”

“Maybe you should stop uncoverin’ dark family secrets for the night,” Joel suggests. “You know, the dining room could stand to be painted.”

You glance over to the room in question. Joel must have set down the drop cloth on the floor while you’d been engrossed in your discovery.

“Sure. Why not,” you acquiesce. 

October 29, 1976

I’ve received an envelope of photographs in the mail, pictures of my daughter holding a little baby. She’s written notes on the back of each one. I’m a grandmother.

My daughter looks happy. Healthy. That’s all I can ask. She didn’t provide a return address. 

As for the baby…I love her so much. She takes my breath away. I keep one of the photos on me at all times.

-R

Joel turns on the radio while he works, humming along to the classic rock station selections. He’s been working on painting the wall near the wood molding while he left you with a paint roller to cover the middle of the wall. He looks up at you occasionally, admiring the way your muscles work as you wash the wall with color. 

You must sense that he’s watching, turning your head over your shoulder and looking at him curiously. “What?”

“Nothin’,” he says. You smile at him, setting the roller in the tray. He can’t help but look at your ass in your tight leggings as you bend over.

You straighten up, walking over to him. There’s a glint in your eye that has Joel on high alert.

“You got a little something on your face,” you tell him. 

“No, I don’t,” he counters. He’s a master at painting. He knows damn well he doesn’t have a drop on him.

“Yeah, you do,” you argue. You reach out, and your fingers smooth across his forehead. “Right there!”

Joel’s mouth drops open in surprise and he lets out a bark of laughter, bringing his fingers up to his forehead. When he pulls his hand away, they’re stained blue and you’re grinning at him like a mad woman.

“Yeah? Well, you got some right—“ He smears his paintbrush across your chest and you try to step back, but it’s too late. “—there,” he finishes.

You rush back to the paint tray and dip your hands in the liquid, brandishing your palms like weapons. He starts to advance on you, smirking as you back up.

“Stay back,” you command. Joel laughs, dodging your swinging arms as he charges, dropping low to press a shoulder into your belly, dragging you down to the ground in a heap of limbs.

He presses his body to yours as he reaches an arm out to the paint tray, covering his own hand in paint. Your eyes go wide and you squirm beneath him, your paint covered palms reaching up under his shirt to press the cold liquid to his ribs. He flinches away, giving you enough room to scramble out from under him.

Joel grabs your arm, paint smearing on your skin as he tugs you back down. You wrestle together, paint getting everywhere as he lets you straddle his waist. His hands grip your hips, fingers pressing tightly as he stares up into your face.

“You win,” he murmurs, voice low. Your lashes flutter, hips canting over the obvious bulge in his jeans. He groans, hands urging you to do it again.

“What’s my prize?” 

Joel slips his fingers beneath the hem of your tank top, dragging the paint stained material up and over your head and tossing it aside. His gaze burns across your newly exposed skin.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?” He says, a hand sliding up your belly to palm one of your breasts. Your head drops back as you moan. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you reply. He chuckles, a deep rumble in his chest as his eyes grow darker, his gaze more heated. “Come on, Miller. What’s my prize?”

With a growl Joel sits up, wrapping an arm around your low back and twisting your bodies until you’re on your back, staring up at him as his lips stretch in a devious smirk. His fingers curl into the waistband of your leggings, sliding the fabric down your legs. His touch paints your skin blue as he does.

His hands press your thighs apart, opening you up. Your cheeks heat as he stares down at you like he’s trying to commit every curve of you to his memory. Finally, he leans in and you can feel his breath ghosting over your heated flesh.

Joel’s tongue traces through your slick folds, a broad stroke that has you gasping and arching your back. He hums against your sensitive flesh as he repeats the languid motion, his stubble catching on the soft skin of your inner thighs.

You reach your hands down to tangle in his hair, paint catching on the strands as you tug and pull. He groans against you, tongue moving faster as he circles your clit before pulling it between his lips. A hand leaves your thigh, the one not coated in paint, and two thick fingers press to your entrance, sliding inside of you as you gasp out Joel’s name.

“Christ,” he groans as he presses in deep before withdrawing slowly, curling his digits against your front wall, “you’re so fuckin’ wet, pretty girl. That for me?”

“Uh huh,” you reply, breathless as you work your hips to the rhythm of his fingers. Joel watches you, his lips and chin shiny from his efforts. “Joel, please!”

“Please what?” His hand moves faster, fingers pressing harder as his lips spread in a lascivious grin that makes your toes curl. “Come on, baby, ask me real nice and I’ll give you anythin’. Ain’t that right? You know damn well you’ve had me wrapped around your sassy little finger since the moment we met, don’t you?”

You whine, nodding your head quickly. “Knew you were a glutton for punishment.”

“Could say that again,” he says, chuckling as he lands a smash to the outside of your thigh with his free hand. “Now, come on, baby. Follow directions. Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna cum, Joel. Please!”

“Good girl,” he growls, lowering his lips to your pussy to lick at your clit. He hums as he lavishes the sensitive bud with attention and it’s the final push you need over the razor's edge you’d been teetering on since he started. You press your thighs against his head as your nerves light up and your muscles go tight with pleasure, his movements slowing as he works you through your release.

Your muscles go limp, head dropping back to the floor with a thunk. Joel sits up, crawling up your body and trailing kisses across your tummy and chest in the patches of skin not covered by paint. He grips your chin, holding you steady as his lips press to yours in a kiss so deep you worry you’re at risk of drowning.

Your hands fumble with his belt, pulling the leather free of the loops in a frenzy. He stands quickly, freeing himself of his jeans and boxers in one motion before reaching behind his head to tug his shirt off while you admire his labor-toned body.

Joel drops to his knees, pressing his hips to yours and dragging the thick head of his cock through your sensitive pussy, bumping your clit and making you both groan in tandem. His forearms rest on the floor beside your head as he teases you like this, slow drags of his length through your wetness, the tantalizing catch of him at your aching hole. You tilt your hips slightly, hoping he gets the hint, and he chuckles.

“You know the drill, baby,” he says, breathless with his own desire. “Just say the word.”

“Fuck me, Joel, please.”

His cock slips inside of you with little resistance, the stretch of him making you gasp. His eyes remain fixed to yours as he bottoms out and you smile up at him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Joel gives a small, experimental thrust that makes your eyes roll back with pleasure. He does it again, a sharper snap of his hips making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulder. He builds his own rhythm, one that has your hips chasing his on every pull from your body, one that has you chanting his name and staring up at him like he’s a god and you’re simply a sacrifice on his altar. 

He sits back on his heels, the angle changing as your hips get lifted onto his lap. His hands wrap around your waist, fingertips pressing tightly to your ribs as he uses your body for his pleasure, pounding into you roughly.

“Cum for me again,” he demands, bringing a thumb to your clit in quick circles. “Come on, sweetheart, want you to cum on my cock. Was so pretty on my fingers.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes at the near overstimulation but you nod, wanting to give this man whatever he wants if it means he’ll keep touching you, holding you, looking at you. 

You cum again with a shout of his name and he groans, deep and visceral as he presses in deep, holding your hips to his as his cock pulses inside of you with his release.

Joel slowly lowers your hips to the ground, withdrawing from your body as he does. He flops gracelessly to the floor beside you, sweat damp chest heaving with exertion. His head turns to yours, grin wide and eyes bright.

“You’re covered in paint,” he comments, reaching out to run his hand across a streak on your collarbone.

“So are you,” you reply, mimicking the gesture against his ribs. 

“What do you say to a shower?”

You smirk at him before jumping up and racing to the doorway. 

“I’d say last one there doesn’t get the hot water!”

You can hear his curse as you rush up the stairs, making it halfway before a strong arm wraps around you and stops you in your tracks, your laughter echoing through the house.

June 27, 1993

The neighborhood has changed so vastly. Much of the older homes have been torn down and replaced with less handsome architecture. The residents grow younger while I continue to age. Just last week a handsome young man and his darling daughter moved in down the street. He looks exhausted. I remember those days.

Not all the neighbors are lovely. Harold next door has an annoying dog that barks at all hours. He prances her around like a show pony, when she’s just a yappy little creature.

-R

ONE YEAR LATER

The house is finally finished. All the tile has been laid, everything has been painted, appliances delivered, holes repaired, fixtures installed, and wallpaper glued. You go downstairs for coffee in the morning, you take it to the parlor room you’ve made into a study. Floor to ceiling bookshelves display every journal you’d unearthed from the hiding place in the attic, each one read through cover to cover. 

When you finally told your mom about what you’d been up to, her surprise and hurt could be felt even through the phone. You mailed one of her mother’s journals to her.

“I’m sorry,” she said the next time you spoke. “So much time had passed and I didn’t know how to fix what I’d broken.”

You don’t begrudge her decisions. Your grandma left you her story, and through that you’ve been able to know her.

Heavy footsteps on the stairs precede Joel’s appearance in the study, his hair messy from sleep and his eyes half shut. He drops beside you on the couch, grabbing your coffee from your hands and taking a sip of it.

“Is it everything you’ve always wanted?” You ask him, tilting your head to his shoulder. You still remember the way he’d been desperate to buy the house from you and you laugh at how the world works, given that he now wakes up in bed beside you and is tasked with the lawn maintenance every weekend. He presses a kiss to your head. 

“It’s even better.”

June 29, 1993

I don’t think the dog will be bothering the neighborhood again anytime soon.

Turns out he doesn’t hold as much pride for the dog when she’s been dyed lime green.

Imagine that.

-R

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[1:05 AM] Kita Shinsuke

It's literally 1 AM and I need to share this sweet Kita that I've been hogging all to myself. He's just... something else. Lol. I write a lot about Suna and Sakusa but Kita definitely holds a special spot in my heart... or elsewhere.

Warning: fluff, angst (nothing between Shinsuke x Y/n), and explicit smut. Note: it is long - I don't think you guys ever complained, but I wanted to warn you guys regardless. .

Kita Shinsuke gently caressed his wife’s pregnant belly. Then, as she slept, a soft moan escaped her lips, and she nestled closer, seeking the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

A few months ago, when he met his son’s first-grade substitute teacher, Shinsuke couldn’t have imagined that he would feel a longing for another woman. Since his wife tragically passed away in a car accident, Shinsuke found himself single-handedly raising their two-year-old son with the support of his grandmother.  

“Dad, we have a new teacher since Mrs. Fukada is home with her new baby.” Shinnosuke announced excitedly, “She has a new baby girl…” he paused, locking eyes with his dad, his gaze filled with longing. “Can I have a baby sister too?”

Great-grandma Shin giggled, patting the little boy’s head. “I wish for a baby sister for you, too, Nosuke.”

Shinsuke sighs softly, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Once night falls, Shinsuke gently places a steaming cup of tea before his grandmother, commencing their cherished nightly tea ritual. They found solace on the patio, engaging in their nightly heartfelt conversations.

“It is time you find a partner.”

Although he had anticipated this conversation would arise at some point, he found himself partially surprised by its timing, catching him off guard.

“Your boy needs a mother. I can only do so much. You need someone, and you should give him more siblings.”

It was always Shinsuke’s dream to have a big family. Moreover, he and Shinnosuke’s mother dreamed of more children after his birth.

“I’m just… I don’t know if I’m ready.” Even though it’s been a few years since her tragic death, he still loved her dearly.

“I know you will never be ready, but you can try.”

The following day he had promised to take his son to school to meet his new teacher, who, Shinnosuke promised, is very pretty.

“She doesn’t have a ring on her finger, dad.” Shinsuke suppressed his laugh, unsure where his son was going with the conversation. “Maybe she isn’t married yet, and you can marry her?”

“Son, that’s now how it works – “

“Hi, Shinnosuke. Is this your dad?”

The last time Shinsuke was ever starstruck was with his late wife.

Shinnosuke tugged his dad’s hand and spoke excitedly, “Dad! This is Ms. Y/n – my new teacher! Isn’t she pretty.”

True to his son’s words, she is pretty.

Gorgeous if Shinsuke was being honest.

He felt hot all suddenly.

“Hello,” he greeted, praying his face was not tomato-red. “I am Shinnosuke’s father, and I hope he has not been a handful.”

Her smile radiated warmth, captivating Shinsuke’s gaze.  

As she stepped closer, a gentle fragrance of sweet perfume reached his nose. “Not at all,” she replied, her voice carrying a touch of admiration. “You have a remarkably well-behaved and intelligent son.” She affectionately tousled Shinnosuke’s hair, and he leaned into her touch like an adoring puppy.

Shinsuke longed for her hand to pat his head at that moment too.

.

Shinsuke attempted to keep his distance from Ms. Y/n. Instead, he would merely drop off his son outside of school, making arrangements to pick him up at the gates if he could, all to resist the overwhelming desire to do anything but kiss Ms. Y/n passionately until all his desires were fulfilled.

He could not give in to temptation.

But Shinsuke ran into Ms. Y/n everywhere.

At the grocery store.

At the salon.

At the clinic.

Complicating matters further, his son held a deep affection for her and frequently spoke about her with admiration.

His last hope for maintaining his distance and preserving his sanity unraveled when circumstances forced him to accompany his grandmother to the hospital due to a precautionary overnight admission for a cold. This left his son alone at home, intensifying his concerns.

“If you don’t mind, Kita-san, Shinnosuke can stay with me until great-grandma is released.” A look of surprise filled his eyes as he absorbed her thoughtful suggestion. Shinsuke was overwhelmed by the immense responsibility of managing his rice field, tending the crops, and caring for his grandmother; he struggled to ensure his son was never left alone at home.

Despite his gratitude towards her, he hesitated momentarily. However, when he glanced down at his son, whose eyes sparkled with anticipation, he couldn’t resist. “Please, dad?” his son pleaded, his excitement palpable.

Shinsuke sighed before agreeing; he crouched down, “You must listen to Ms. Y/n and behave.”

“Yes, dad.”

.

Shinnosuke was smitten by Ms. Y/n.

When Shinsuke arrived to pick up his son, he felt a pang of disappointment upon seeing his dad waiting at the door. “Do we have to go home, dad?” his son pleaded, his eyes longing. “Can’t we stay here with Ms. Y/n?”

“Shinnosuke,” Shinsuke called out his son’s name, his tone laced with a warning, the kind used when it was necessary to reestablish authority. Upon hearing his dad’s voice, his son’s shoulders slumped, and he turned away to retrieve his belongings. “Sorry,” Shinsuke apologized quietly, blushing under Y/n’s gaze.

“Don’t be. He is still young and doesn’t know any better.”

Shinsuke couldn’t help but observe her casual attire, with sweatpants and a loose shirt. “Regardless of that, he was being rude, and I need to have a conversation with him,” he stated, taking a deep breath. “thank you. I am truly grateful for your understanding and for looking after him. I can’t express my gratitude enough.”

“He was very helpful, I made him help me with chores, and we cooked together, so it wasn’t quite a vacation for him.”

Shinsuke’s throat tightened as he struggled to find his words. Nervousness consumed him to the core. “I…” he stammered, his voice quivering, “may I… may I take you out? It’s just my way of saying thank you.” As he uttered the question, her eyes bore into his soul, intensifying his anxiety. In that moment, panic surged through him as if he had ventured beyond the acceptable boundaries. “Please,” he hastily added, fearing she might feel obligated, “don’t feel obligated – “

“How about a date?” She interjected, catching him off guard. His eyes widened in surprise as her words sank in. “Take me out on a date,” she added, her tone laced with anticipation.

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Nervousness consumed him throughout the date, hindering his ability to relax and enjoy the date fully. However, a wave of relief washed over him when Y/n reached across the table and gently touched his hand, reassuring him with a playful remark, “relax, I won’t bite.”

He wanted nothing but her to bite him because he only wanted to devour her.

They had dinner and walked along the river, getting snacks.

As they conversed about their lives and aspirations, Shinsuke watched her gracefully twirl and walked along the ledge, seemingly at ease.

Her warmth and vibrant personality enveloped him, and with each passing moment, he found himself falling deeper in love with her. Finally, stepping up beside her, he extended his hand, inviting her to grasp it as they walked along the ledge together.

“Kita-san,” she called softly, brushing loose strands of hair behind her ear. Concern etched across her face as she gazed into his eyes. “Is something troubling you?”

Y/n towered over him, her height surpassing his by two heads, causing him to tilt his gaze upward to meet her eyes.

Throughout his life, he had always been forthright with others, never shying away from expressing himself. However, he faced a challenging dilemma in this particular moment: between maintaining his hidden emotions or finally revealing everything. The decision weighed heavily on his mind, causing a moment of uncertainty.

He let out a sigh, realizing that he had nothing left to lose except for her. However, he knew deep down within himself that everything he had been feeling up to now surely meant something. He couldn’t possibly be the only one feeling this way. He had to be honest with her. It was a necessity, a longing that couldn’t be ignored.

“I really like you.” He responded in a hushed tone. “You’re a young single woman while I’m a single parent dad with a six-year-old son,” he began, acknowledging the difference in their life stages. “Yet, despite that, I haven’t felt this certain about anything in a long time. He found out tonight that he was seven years older than her.

“I must confess, Ms. Y/n, that I am undeniably attracted to you,” he admitted, his voice tinged with sincerity. “I apologize if my previous actions seemed rude, but I’ve been doing my best to keep my distance from you, to suppress these feelings I have for you.” He paused, carefully considering his words. “I don’t want to presume that you share the same sentiment, but every gesture, every glance, every smile you give me, they only deepen my desire for you.” A small smile curve his lips, “I can’t help but want more and more.”

A weighty silence hung in the air, the only sound being the gentle rustling of Y/n’s hair dancing in the wind. She fixed her gaze upon him, eyes locked in a wordless exchange.

“You have so many options, while I… I am limited,” he admitted with a hint of vulnerability. He paused, reflecting on the conversation they had just shared. “Listening to you speak of your goals just now; made me realize that perhaps we might be on different pages.” A furrow formed between his brows as he held her gaze, trying to discern her thoughts within her silence. “I might be over my head saying this, but I want to be upfront with you.” He exhales softly, “if Shinnosuke and I aren’t long-term possibilities for you… please tell me now so I can release you from any obligations.”

She playfully waved her fingers, beckoning him to come closer. As soon as he was within reach, she lightly flicked his forehead, a mischievous smile on her face. “You’re so mean to doubt my sincerity,” she teased, leaning to kiss the spot she flicked. “I wouldn’t be right here with you if I didn’t have deep feelings for you, too, Shinsuke.”

Hearing his full name uttered by her made his heart skip a beat.

He stares at her, looking at her longingly until she reciprocates the words, “I like you. I really like you too.” He releases his breath; he cannot contain the smile on his face. “Can I kiss you?” she whispered, leaning closer to him already.

“Please,” he begged.

Still leaning over the ledge, she brushed her lips against his before moving her mouth into a deep kiss.

She was the first to pull away, inhaling to catch her breath.

Shinsuke’s face turns a shade of pink, feeling lightheaded and on cloud nine.

Y/n stepped down from the ledge, and Shinsuke made a move to take her hand again, this time intertwining their fingers.

“Shinsuke, I might be bold asking you this on our first date, but… do you want more kids?”

Her question caught him off guard, but he quickly answered, “of course I do. Do you want children?”

She glanced at him, a smile on her lips, and she nodded. “I do.”

He smirked, “how many?”

“Maybe… two or however many…” she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, “my future husband wants.”

Shinsuke was flustered by this woman, arousing him in all ways.

Glancing at his watch, Shinsuke couldn’t help but wish that the night could stretch on indefinitely. However, he also wanted to be a gentleman and ensure she arrived home before 10 PM.

She was about to keep walking down the path when he halted her. “Y/n,” he called her name softly, “I don’t – I don’t want the night to end, but I want to be a gentleman and bring you home….”

“Then don’t…”

His brow raised at her question, “what?”

She stepped forward, staring at him, “don’t be a gentleman then.”

He let out a low groan, his throat constricting as he struggled to suppress the lump forming within. “Please… stop,” he managed to choke out.

She closed the distance between them, eliminating any space that could fit even a piece of paper. Her large, doe-like eyes locked onto his, causing his knees to weaken and his palms to grow sweaty, and cock to expand excitedly inside his trousers. Finally, she whispered, “what do you want, Shinsuke?”

.

They barely made it through her apartment doors when he pulled and tugged her clothes off.

“Bedroom,” he growled against her mouth, “please,” he begged seconds later. Trails of clothes led to her bedroom; he could barely spare a second to break away from her lips to pull his shirt over his head.

Her blouse and skirt were discarded by her ankle, and he pulled away to admire her. He reaches behind, unclasping the clips to her bra and letting it slide off her body. Then, with her white panties left, he released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. Then, he locked his gaze with her, searching for a reflection of the fiery, passionate emotions that consumed him.

He doesn’t realize he has been biting his lower lip until she reaches up to tug it free. “Shin…” She guides his right hand to her breast, and his large rough hands instantly palm the mound, kneading the soft tissue, earning himself a soft moan from her. “More,” she begged, pressing the other hand to the other side. “Touch me, please.”

Shinsuke kisses her hungrily while his hands massage, squeeze, and flicker the hardened nubs. Her tongue meets his eagerly, dancing and swirling with his.

He pulls away to tug his belt, undoing the buttons before letting his trousers drop to his ankles. Even in the dim light in her room, he could see the damp, dark spot where his cock was leaking.

She drops onto her knee before him, and his eyes widen before he can stop her; she pulls the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. She was mesmerized by how thick his girth and heavy his sacks hung.

It had been a long time for Shinsuke and having Y/n’s fixed gaze on him only excited him more.

“Y/n…” he breathed; whatever else he had to say went down the gutter as her lips enclosed around the thick bulbous head. He lets out several foul words as she takes as much of his cock into her mouth, her jaw expanding to fit the width of his cock.

Y/n slurped and suckled to the point that Shinsuke felt he would embarrass himself soon if he didn’t stop her.

She pulled back but not releasing him when he gripped her hallow cheeks gently, “enough… or else I won’t last.” He steps back, freeing his cock from her lips with a pop. “Please stand.”

She did, and it was his turn to get down on her knee to pull her remaining piece of clothing down her legs. He looks up at her with a soft smile, “please take a seat on your bed.” She follows his command, and he spreads her legs and swoops in between, licking along her slit to her small, hidden nub.

Shinsuke slips a finger inside her, slowly thrusting before adding two additional fingers. He wanted to stretch her out; he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable when he replaced his fingers with his cock.

He had always perceived himself to have an average-size­ physique down there until one day, his under-classmate, Miya Atsumu, announced it loud in clear to the entire volleyball team in the locker room.

“Holy shit, Kita-senpai!”

Shinsuke had left his towel on the bench by his locker and had no choice but to return after a quick rinse completely naked. Everyone was getting dressed and didn’t bother paying attention to him until Atsumu casually glanced over and then had to double look, eyes bulging as he stared at Shinsuke’s private area.

And like boys, they all compared their sizes amongst each other.

That day, Kita Shinsuke was not only the captain of the boys’ volleyball team but also the thickest down there.

“Shin,” Y/n whispered, “you… I want you.”

He sat up, fingers still buried and working within her as he leaned over and kissed her. “Need to prep you – I don’t want to hurt you.”

She reached for his cock; her small hand felt good around it; he couldn’t wait to feel what her walls felt like. “You won’t hurt me… I can take it…”

The innocent teacher he was smitten by is replaced by a teasing minx. “You sure?” He teased, “what if you cannot walk tomorrow?”

Her grip squeezed around his cock, “thank goodness tomorrow is the weekend then?” she leaned to peck his chin, “Shinsuke, fuck me, fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow….”

A low grumble escaped his throat before she was shifted onto the middle of the bed, he paused, and she sensed hesitancy. “I… don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t either.”

Shinsuke groaned as she unconsciously bit her lower lip. “I can pull out; do you trust me?”

She locked eyes with him, her gaze unwavering. “Shinsuke, if I didn’t trust you completely, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

He chuckled and kissed her quickly, “stop making me fall for you.” He whispered that and impaled her in a swift thrust. His forehead pressed against hers as neither could speak but only feel one other. He gave her a second to adjust and accommodate his size before she gave him the silent green light.

He gave light shallow thrusts until the pained expression became a pleasant expression.

Shinsuke needed to not only feel her deep inside but needed to press himself against her. He held his weight off her, but his chest pressed against her.

He threads his fingers through hers again, pinning her arms beside her head. He fastened his hips, thrusting deeper each time and feeling his heavy sacks ricochet against her ass.

God, he wanted to breed her.

The animal instinct in him just wanted to breed her over and over. Impregnate her so she will be stuck with him forever—he and Shinnosuke.

He was already pinning her down; all he had left to do now was cum inside her… forcing her to take his seed.

He would cum inside her over and over until she was overfilled to ensure his seed took place, and a baby… their baby is conceived.

But that would be for another time.

“Y/n…” he groaned, feeling ready to explode. It has been a very long time since he’s ejaculated. He needed to withdraw now in case his timing was off. “You feel so – “ his words are lost when he feels her legs wrap around his waist and arms around his neck. “Y/n – no… I’m – about to –“

As their bodies pressed together, her chest brushing against his, she locked eyes with him. Her gaze was filled with seductive allure, her eyes hooded and shimmering with a glossy sheen, “cum – cum inside Shin… cum inside me….”

“You –“ he tried to shake off her legs, but they only locked tighter, “you don’t know what you’re asking for…”

“Give me a baby, our baby….”

He quickly succumbed to the overwhelming pressure, causing him to crumble.

“As many as I want?” When she looked at him, slightly confused, “many as I want? Right? I’ll marry you, and you’ll give me as many babies as I want?” She did not need to answer him verbally; he felt her walls squeeze him repeatedly as her womb screamed Yes! Yes! Yes!.

He let go of her hands, hooked his arms underneath her legs, and hiked them over his shoulders. He mounted on her, bending her in half before pounding into her, “you’re mine, Y/n. Kita Y/n. Mine.”

He embraced her passionately, envisioning a future where they shared the same surname, and eagerly anticipated the joy of starting a family together.

“Y/n,” he let out a soft moan near her ear, his body quivering in a release as both their bodies trembled together.

.

“Shin,” Y/n whimpered, “how – how can you… too much…” She could barely lift a finger. However, Shinsuke has been going nonstop. Finally, after three rounds back-to-back, he wiped her down and laid beside her after truly making sure she would not be able to walk.

He has pushed her beyond her limits, bending and pushing her into positions she had never felt so vulnerable.

She lost count of how often they’d engaged in such intensive intimacy.

It was early morning when his husky voice woke her up, his hands grazing her sensitive body and shifting her so he could slide in easily.

It was in the moment when she blabbered, permitting him to cum inside of her.

She wouldn’t be surprised if she were pregnant after these sessions. She learned of Shinsuke’s breeding kink – cumming inside her with an excessive amount of cum that the both of them were a mess of body fluids.

He whispered lewd words into her ear, telling her how good she was at taking in all his seeds. He could not wait to marry and see her round with his baby… babies because he wanted a big family. He was a man of his word, ensuring she would be pregnant after he was done.

And he was nowhere to be done.

She lay flat on her front side; his grip on her waist had become numb as he pounded into her from behind.

.

Y/n busied herself with setting the table, briefly glancing up as Shinnosuke murmured something she couldn’t quite catch.

He finished setting the table with her when he came around to her side, tugging the apron she wore.

She crouched down to his eye level, “what’s wrong?”

He leaned in closer, his tiny hands cupping her ear as he whispered with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, “can I… can I call you mommy?”

Y/n’s eyes widened with surprise as she gazed at him before responding, “do you want me to be your mommy?”

He nodded, his silver hair with dark tips fluttering, resembling his father’s. “I pray with granny every night, hoping you’ll become my mommy,” he confessed earnestly.

A month ago, Shinsuke and Y/n told Shinnosuke they were dating and seeing each other. Shinnosuke was overjoyed, sharing the information with all his friends and other school staff the next day.

Shinnosuke cherished the morning walks to school, gripping his dad’s and Ms. Y/n’s hands tightly. It filled him with a sense of warmth and belonging.

Y/n started to spend dinner with them and would head home after Shinnosuke went to bed. Then, of course, Shinsuke would take her home…

“Move in with me,” Shinsuke whispered; every night after their few rounds of lovemaking, he would ask the same question again.

As always, Y/n would answer softly, “soon.”

He would return home in the morning before Shinnosuke woke up.

Y/n gently ran her fingers through Shinnosuke’s hair, a tender expression of affection on her face. She adored the young boy, and in the brief period they had spent together, her heart had opened to this father and him. She had fallen in love with both of them deeply.

From the moment she first encountered Kita Shinnosuke, something about the boy inexplicably drew her in. As she inquired about his name and hobbies, his reserved yet bashful demeanor instantly sparked a connection within her.

“I like to garden with my dad.” He answered quietly, avoiding eye contact.

Every morning, she instinctively searched for him in her classroom, ensuring he was present. He was an intelligent and radiant student, and she cherished every moment with him. However, she couldn’t help but notice that his grandmother always picked him up after school while the other parents collected their children.

Y/n asked him one afternoon as she waited with him for his grandmother to show up. Shinnosuke was usually the last student picked up. “My dad is busy with the crops, so he doesn’t get home until after school; that is why my granny picks me up.”

Something deep within her urged her not to probe any further regarding his mother, as he seldom spoke about her.

It wasn’t until Mother’s Day that she organized an activity for all the students to create artwork to gift to their mothers. As the day drew to a close, she noticed Shinnosuke still seated at his desk, gazing at her. Concerned, she asked him, “Shinnosuke, why aren’t you getting ready to go home?” Then, she crouched down and inquired, “is everything all right?”

He nodded his head, a small smile on his face. “I have something to give you.”

Y/n raised a brow, “do you?”

He nodded his head again and pushed his artwork towards her. “Can I give this to you? I don’t have a mommy.”

Y/n’s heart ached for the boy. Everything suddenly made sense to her – why he rarely mentioned his mother.

By the grace of God, she met his father the next day.

And fell in love with him.

“What are you two whispering about?” Shinnosuke and Y/n spun around to find Shinsuke leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and one leg over the other. His brow raised as he observed them. “Are you two planning something without me?”

Shinnosuke chewed his lower lip nervously. “I asked Ms. Y/n if I could call her mommy.”

Y/n shared glances between father and son, noting the striking similarity in their expressions. She has seen some photos of

“And what did Ms. Y/n say?”

The boy anxiously glanced at Y/n, awaiting her response.

Y/n reached out and gently took hold of his tiny hands, cradling them in her own. “Shinnosuke,” she said softly, “you can call me whatever you feel comfortable with. If you want to call me mommy, I would be honored.”

His hazel-green eyes welled up with tears,  and he turned to glance at his dad as if seeking confirmation that he wasn’t the only one who heard it.

Y/n shifted her gaze to see Shinsuke approaching them. He crouched on one knee, stepped forward, and presented a small black velvet box. Then, with a heartfelt tone, he spoke, “Y/n, would you also be honored to be called my wife?”

“Please, mommy?” Shinnosuke pleaded, his eyes filled with anticipation, mirroring his dad’s hopeful expression.

“Will you marry me, Y/n? And join us here, with Shinnosuke, granny, and me?” Shinsuke’s quivered with emotion, but he pressed on, his eyes locked with hers. “Together, we can create the family we’ve always dreamed of and build a life together as partners.”

Y/n’s voice caught in her throat as tears streamed down her face, struggling to regain composure. She hastily wiped away the cascading tears, desperately seeking an explanation. “Did you two… plan this?” she choked out.

In a striking display of synchronicity, the father and son exchanged lopsided grins before responding, “yes.”

A soft sniffle escaped her as she gathered herself, her voice filled with emotion. “Yes,” she replied, her eyes glistening with tears, “I would be deeply honored to be your wife, Kita Shinsuke.”

Shinsuke exhaled deeply, a sense of relief washing over him as he reached into the box and retrieved the ring. Sliding it onto her finger gently, he leaned in and tenderly kissed her hand. Then, without hesitation, he pulled her into a warm, embracing hug, his voice filled with sincerity. “I love you, Kita Y/n.” Finally, he gently released his embrace on her and extended his arms to welcome his son into the fold. “We’re a family now,” he murmured, voice filled with warmth and joy.

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Life immediately changed in the Kita household.

Y/n and Shinsuke were married quickly in a small and intimate gathering; they exchanged heartfelt vows, surrounded by those who witnessed their profound commitment and their undeniable love for each other.  

Neither could believe that a year had elapsed in such a short time.

As summer arrived and the children enjoyed their break from school, Y/n began to notice the subtle changes in her body. After confirming her suspicions, she felt a mix of excitement and anticipation. Finally, the time had come to share the joyous news with her husband, letting him know she was finally pregnant.

Shinsuke couldn’t help but feel and act surprised and delighted as Y/n shared her news, even though he had already suspected it for some time. The unmistakable pregnancy glow, her fatigue, and the increased sensitivity during their lovemaking had all been telltale signs. Deep down, he had known all along, but hearing her confirm it brought him a renewed sense of joy and anticipation.

The physical changes to her body had become more apparent, making it difficult to conceal the news longer. Y/n leaned close to Shinsuke, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with excitement. “Shinsuke,” she breathed, her eyes sparkling, “we’re having twins.”

And he couldn’t have expected anything less. A wide smile spread across his face as he embraced Y/n, his heart brimming with joy and excitement for the blessing of twins.

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E/n: To be clear, we know between the Inarizaki boys... Aran is probably the longest... I hope you enjoy my version of Shinsuke - in my head, he is definitely the top HQ character with the biggest breeding kink.

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[neonghostlights]

A Wasted Years Valentines Day Special

Requested by the sweet @mopeymopeymouse, who wanted some fluff and I promise there is some but there's just a small bit of hurt. ILY.

Series Summary: It’s the ‘90s in LA and you and your best friend Eddie have both made it big. The following is a series of Interviews, News Reports and One Shots showing you and Eddie’s story throughout the years.

Chapter Summary: It's the eighth grade valentines day dance.

Warnings: This is a flashback, Little bit of angst, Fluff, Eddie being a little shit and sweet, you might see some slight similarities between this one and the prom chapter because obviously they've been in love for their whole lives okay bye, 18+ only for ALL of my writing.

Word count: 1k

Series Masterlist

Chapter Thirteen: Be My Almost Valentine

Eighth Grade Valentine’s Day Dance 

It had been a bad day. 

Valentine’s Day had always been your favorite since you were little. You had always loved the exchanging of valentines and candy. Loved going home with a bag full of goodies from your classmates. 

For a day you felt like the whole world loved you.

But it seemed that tradition stopped once everyone decided middle schoolers were too old for that kind of fun, and that the holiday itself was childish. 

But you still had high hopes, dreaming of the way this night would be perfect since you learned about this dance a little over a month ago. 

You had naively thought that if you put on this pretty dress then maybe one of the popular boys would ask you to dance and admit their undying love for you, maybe they would ask you to be their valentine. 

You sat in a corner of the gym, in a metal folding chair all alone. A cup of juice and a heart shaped cookie sat in the empty chair beside you, the same place it had been for the past few hours since you had wandered over to this corner alone, when you realized that no one here was your friend. 

Your one friend was home and he thought that this holiday and school dances were stupid. 

You played with the edges of the frilly red dress as you stared down at your shiny black flats that were usually reserved for funerals that your grandma had dressed you in before dropping you off at the middle school and making you promise you would try to have a good time. 

But you weren’t having a good time. 

The lights were clicking on and the teachers were ushering kids outside to go meet their parents. 

Blinking a few times, your eyes focused on the half deflated red heart balloons in the opposite corner of you. 

You stood up, smoothing down the back of your dress as you made your way outside, tightening your sweater over your arms as the February night air hit you harder than expected. 

You stomped to where your grandma was parked and sat in the car ungracefully, parts of your dress were now wrinkled and you felt bad knowing that your grandma had worked hard to buy it so you did your best to straighten it out. 

The sound of your giggling and happy classmates were cut off as you slammed the door shut. 

You bit your lip as it started to wobble and you avoided looking at your grandma. You didn’t know what it was about your grandma that made you want to fall apart and spill your secrets when you saw her. Eddie always said you couldn’t keep a secret from her to save your life. 

“What’s wrong, sugar?” Your grandma asked, concerned as she flicked her cigarette out the window and rolled it up before pulling out the school parking lot. 

“Nothin…” You mumbled, facing the window and watching the trees and other cars whirl past. 

She hummed along to the country song on the radio but didn’t ask anymore questions as she pulled into the trailer park. 

You pushed the car door open and pulled yourself out of the seat as soon as the car stopped, ready to get out of this itchy dress and throw yourself on your bed. Hopefully you’d be able to make it all the way inside before your grandma could see there was a run in your tights. 

But there was something-someone, sitting on the wooden steps leading up to your trailer. 

You felt self conscious. You knew he probably thought your dress was ugly or that you were stupid for going to the dance. 

But Eddie took a deep breath and said, “You look so pretty.” 

You hid your face in your shoulder as you sat down beside him and your grandma made a mumbled excuse about having to get something from Wayne’s. 

You knew the both of them would probably be watching out the blinds at you and Eddie. 

You pretended like the compliment didn't make your tummy erupt with butterflies. It wasn't weird for Eddie to compliment you, not weird at all.

“How was the dance?” He asked you when you said nothing. 

“Good, really good. I danced with a boy and everything.” 

It was a lie. A big fat lie that you felt guilty about the second you said it but you couldn’t help but want to see his reaction as you peeked up under his lashes at him. 

“Oh yeah? Who?” Eddie asked with a little smirk. 

“He’s new. You wouldn’t know him,” you lied again with a shrug like Hawkins High wasn’t extremely small, like the arrival of a new student wouldn’t be major news that all across the town would know about. 

“Mhm,” Eddie hummed, reaching behind his back. “Then I guess you wouldn’t like these.” 

He displayed a little box of heart shaped chocolates with a cute little picture of a teddy bear on the front. In his other hand was a small bundle of red flowers, some of the petals were squashed and dead like they might have been the last ones on sale at the supermarket today but you loved them anyways. 

“Eddie,” you gasped, gently taking them out of his hands. “Why?” 

He just shrugged, not looking at you anymore as he stared across the lot towards his own trailer, like he might make a run for it. 

You threw your arms around his shoulder, smelling the cheap cologne that he must have just sprayed on himself before coming out here. Before you could think about it, and especially before he could run away, you pressed a quick peck to his cheek before hiding your face into the shoulder of his jacket. 

You missed the blush that spread up his cheek and ears. 

“You’re the bestest friend a girl could ask for, Eddie Munson.”

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[pabsgavi]

﹗ ˖ ་ 🪩 besfriend : pablo gavi

Pablo Gavi x fem Reader ! ♡

❝ Love you like a brother. Treat you like a friend. Respect you like a lover ❞

the gif is not mine!! credits to his owner

warning: english is not my language so sorry for the grammatical errors

You turned to the next page of the book on meditation you were reading, in your defense, it had been the most fun you found in your mother's office, after she and your father left for a business dinner, leaving you in the care from your grandmother —who despite being very funny— after nine o'clock she was simply a snoring bag on the furniture.

It was ten o'clock at night, on a Saturday, and while most of your friends were enjoying the night out, you were in your living room, with a cup of tea and a meditation book in your hands, with your Grandma next to you, and the TV in the background, playing one of her favorite novels.

After a while, you finished your reading, so you took your phone and went up the stairs, although before you made sure to cover your grandmother with one of the blankets on the furniture, and turn off the television with the novel. You quickly went up to your room, debating how necessary it was to shower—which you had done earlier—because it was too cold.

A few minutes later, already feeling the heat of the pajamas on your body, you took one last look at your phone, before going to bed, feeling how your whole body relaxed when it came into contact with the soft mattress, covering yourself with the blankets that were They found themselves on top of it, falling into a deep sleep just a few seconds later.

You were having the best of dreams, everything was perfect, the temperature of the room, the blankets, the mattress, you just felt in the clouds, until the sound of your cell phone began to rumble all over the place, at first you decided to ignore it , surely it was one of your friends trying to take you to the party, but when after a few minutes the phone did not stop ringing, you groaned as you went out from under the covers to answer the call, without even opening your eyes , still sleepy.

"Hello?" you whispered, still with half of your face glued to your pillow.

The noises of what seemed to be a party appeared immediately, you rolled your eyes, you were about to end that call, thinking that it was one of your friends making fun of how pathetic you were to stay home on a Saturday and follow the rules of your Parents, it wasn't until you heard his voice that you woke up.

"Pablo? Are you okay?"you asked, starting to worry when you didn't receive an answer from the boy you called your best friend."I swear, if this is a damn joke, Pablo, I'm going to kill you with my own hands."

You heard some laughter and some kind of struggle from the other side. "Gavi!" "Idiot, give me the phone! Y/n?"

"Carla?" Now you were wide awake, putting on your slippers. "What the hell is going on? It is assumed that Pablo couldn't leave the house, he can't even drink alcohol, in two days it's the game."

"I know, I know! The boys thought it would be a good idea to take him out of the house so he could relax a bit, but he drank too much and now he's lying in the middle of Luis's garden"

"What!?" You took the car keys quickly, putting on a coat before running down the stairs quickly. "Stay with him, okay? I'll be there in less than ten minutes."

Just as you said, in less than ten minutes you were getting out of the car to Luis's garden, where most of your friends were, some more drunk than others, along with Pablo and Carla, who was crouched next to him. boy on the grass

"They are crazy? If Pablo's parents find out about this, they'll kill them, hell."With rage and Carla's help, you took the boy to take him to your car."We'll talk about this later, take care, idiots, goodbye, Carla."You said goodbye to the girl with two kisses on the cheek and once you finished accommodating Pablo in the back seat, you got into yours.

"Hello, y / n, honey!" The boy got up from the place smiling at him, and then kissed your cheek.

"If you weren't drunk I'd punch you in the face, I swear," he laughed, scooting awkwardly to the passenger seat. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with you?"

"We could kiss-" You gave him a dirty look. "Take me home," he corrected, giving you an innocent look.

"You're crazy? How are you going to explain to your parents that you are falling down drunk? You know you can't drink alcohol until after the game, Pablo."

“It was just a…bottle."

"Pablo!"

"Yeah, ya, have they told you that you look cute when you're angry?" He ask caressing your cheek, making you roll your eyes.

"I'll take you home, luckily my parents aren't here, but you better behave and be quiet, my grandmother can't know that you're drunk, understood?"

"Clear than crystal, precious," he whispered, winking at you, and then leaning back on the seat.

Once you parked the car, you smiled watching Pablo sleep peacefully next to you. Before helping him get out, you wrote to his sister to inform her that he was with you and everything was fine.

"Pablo, darling, Pablo." You moved him slightly from one side to the other, once he opened his eyes, you took his hand, helping him lean against you.

On the way to the door he almost fell to the ground about four times, but you were able to make it to the living room with no problem, once you got to the stairs, you knew you two were in trouble.

"Pablo, shit, be careful!" you whispered, seeing him get too close to the edge of the stairs, staggering, he laughed.

You quickly approached him, covering his mouth, indicating that he should remain silent, and then you took him to the guest room, where a few seconds later you looked for comfortable clothes that he had left the last time he stayed at your house.

"Oh my God," he whispered, before launching himself onto the bed.

You rolled your eyes at him, taking his ankles, to remove his shoes and socks, a few seconds later he sat on the edge of the bed and raised his arms, making you laugh.

"You're an idiot, Pablo," you whispered, still between laughs, to remove his shirt and put on the sky blue sweatshirt that was next to him.

"Turn around, and you better not look, y/n."

"I don't promise anything," you teased, turning around so he could change his pants.

Feeling again like the old days when you were kids and you slept over at each other's house, but you were so scared you needed to change in the same room.

"Ready."Once Pablo finished you turned around, smiling when you saw him already lying on the bed covered by the blankets.

"Rest, silly." You approached, to leave a kiss on his cheek.

"See you tomorrow, honey." You smiled at the nickname, although it was nothing new.

You walked up to your room smiling, feeling particularly different with Pablo's presence, knowing that there was something strangely changing in the way you saw the boy.

You tried to push those thoughts out once you reached your room, pulling the covers back over you, grabbing your phone, laughing at the recent text from aurora, Pablo's older sister.

"I hope they only sleep, I don't want nephews yet"

Now you couldn't stop thinking about the way everyone around you two had always wanted you two together, since you were kids, Aurora always said that you were going to end up together, that's not counting the endless attempts of yours parents to match you up, even your friends. They wanted to see you together, even more so after Pablo's previous girlfriend broke up with him, according to her because she knew he loved her, but he would never do it the way he loved you.

Well, maybe it was time to sleep, but now you couldn't stop thinking of the two of you in a way other than just friends, and the idea didn't sound bad at all.

What the hell were you thinking?

The sound of the door made you come out of your thoughts, you smiled watching Pablo with his pillow in his hand and his puppy face, he gave you a shy smile and it was enough.

“Come here, Pablo!” He laughed, before throwing himself on your bed, he stood next to you.

He pass his arms around your waist, while you rest your head on his chest, smiling when you feel the accelerated beat of his heart.

“I love you, y/n,” he whisper, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.

"I love yo too, Pablo.—you answered, feeling how he left a kiss on your head, to then relax his body completely, and it was the last thing you said before falling sound asleep in his arms.

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[rslashrats]

i had a dream that i got bit by a duck and it made me sick. and it kept staying outside the door of the house (i was in my grandma’s house in this dream for some reason) and waiting for me to come out so it could attack me again. and i would have to scream at it to make it go away and it would run off and hop into a car and drive off. this kept continuing over and over again like a sisyphus cycle. i had started to get to the point where if i heard the sound of a car pull up in the driveway, i knew the duck was there.

[seriesxwriting]

Everything I ever wanted

Pairing- y/n and Theo raeken

Series- teen wolf

Warnings- kissing, obviously swearing😭, use of guns, pov fear of hights, talks of killing.

Summary- you get paired up with Theo, cleverly planned out by scott. And that wouldn’t be a problem if only Theo was an ugly toad. But he isn’t. And to add to the problems, you both get ambushed on your mission…

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“Finally, y/n and Theo will to to the hospital” Scott explained pairing the pack up for equally difficult and unsafe jobs! “What- me and Theo are you serious?” i stuttered slumping even further in the chair, if it was even possible.

“you need to sort out your differences” Scott shrugged with no attention.

The pack split up in to there assigned groups leaving the house putting on there bravest faces for the mission ahead. The hunters were still out there lurking, just waiting to kill us all. “Scott wait- can we swap” I asked low, while awkwardly Liam waited for his pair outside the house.

“like I said, sort out your differences” “but...” “come on princess, the sooner it’s done- you get it” theo interrupted shrugging. Allowing Scott to escape with Liam. Leaving me with no choice.

“I’m not dying for you so stick to your self” my eyes scanned him harshly before I coldly turned on my heels.

Theo was everything I ever wanted in a guy he was hot, strong, protective, funny and a little bit broken which was okay for me. And I was having the hardest time hiding that... every time he calls me princess my knees go weak and when Theo gets close I get nervous so nervous my hands get sweaty. My acting skills weren’t the best and I didn’t know how long I could keep up the act of hating his guts.

Sometimes I felt bad for the way I ignored him, but i couldn’t get hurt. I couldn’t show my feelings and get knocked down.

As long as I could get through tonight with out one of us dying I would be fine. “Y/n!” “W-what” my eyes blinked bringing me back to reality. “you were day dreaming I called your name three times- not scared are you?” Theo’s eyes had that joking look in them when I looked up in to the mirror. “no...just keep your eyes on the road grandma” my sarcasm kicked in. No my defence kicked in, and my head met the window for the rest of the journey.

“We should start from the top down, then we can use hight against them bastards if they show” he looked over at me but I was spaced out yet again. “You sure your okay?” Theo questioned genuinely looking worried while he parked his ridiculously hot car in the parking lot. It felt weird. The car park was empty it was never empty, I pushed open the door stepping out in my boots and staring in to the darkness.

“y/n I’m talking to you” theo sighed coming around “im worried” my body leaned against the car while our eyes met in the middle “that’s okay you don’t need to be strong all the time” he exclaimed smirking a bit. All I wanted to do was grab his face and kiss him. but i couldn’t.

“Whatever I’m taking charge here” “what ever you want princess” theo trailed after me with his hand up in defence. “I’ve told you to stop calling me that! Multiple times” I hissed weakly reaching the doors of the hospital. Automatically they opened, welcoming us in to hell. “why’s it so quite” I whispered dropping to a stance while we walked around the lobby. “next floor” theo pointed out pulling at my hand silently. My eyes lingered on our linked hands but when Theo saw me staring he pulled quickly away.

The chimaera stopped between the lift and the stairs not sure where to go, scoffing and calling him an amateur I tip toed up the stairs.

Walking up like an amateur myself guns fired out of nowhere. My heart stopped and I froze in panic. Or shock?

Theo, who had already saw the whole thing coming spun me around a wall for cover my body slamming again the stone and his pressing into mine. I could feel his abs through the thin T-shirt while he stayed there for a second our eyes caught one another’s. mine still in shock but his beautiful green eyes showed relief. I couldn’t think what for thought.

“We have to get to that room” he whispered over the gun fire, seriously. I nodded taking his hand this time and bolting it through the gun fire around the next corner. For now we were safe. Ish.

We were stuck in a hospital room with the hunters just outside the door. “How many did you see” “too many to fight” theo told me quietly.

“I’m so so sorry” I whispered leaning my head on his chest. “what- why” theo answered confused with my confession. “I got you in to this, you were right we should have gone in from the top” i exhaled thinking about how we were going to get out of this mess.

Finally pulling away from me theo nodded for my help to barricade the door. We moved a bookcases and some tall metal thing I didn’t even know the names of. But when we were eventually done theo took my hand with both of his staring into my eyes.

“I don’t think this is your fault! and I’m going to do what ever it takes to make sure you get out of here alive” his voice was soft and his neck was bent down to my level so I knew he was being serious. “we both get out theo, or none of us do” I told him almost in tears. His eyes flicked to my lips and I took that as a hint to make them meet his. It was only for a few seconds. It was sweet not how I imagined kissing Theo raeken, but then again it was everything I’d ever wanted.

“What was that for?” He smiled rubbing my hand with his thumb. “Just being you Theo…”

The door slightly banged like people were barging in to it. “We can talk about this later” I gulped staring at the door. “Okay we need to get out of this room first” he deeply thought. I felt automatically cold when Theo dropped my hands to check the windows. They opened, wide. “I have a plan but I’m not sure you will like it” he pulled himself back in from looking down at the ground.

Theo’s expression looked like he was joking again like, he was finding it amusing or was going to make a joke about jumping? “I’m not jumping- this is not funny” “what- no there’s a pipe we’re going climb it to the top” “oh” i exhaled replying flatly. “You go first” theo stepped out the way “what so I can fall to my death” “no! Jeez, so if they get in your safe” theo rolled his eyes slightly annoyed. “Im- sorry” I sighed getting close to him again.

“This isn’t easy for me” I told him truthfully. “What isn’t easy y/n?” He asked holding my face softly. As I opened my mouth the guns started shooting at the door “no time for an explanation! Go and if I say break the pole you break it okay!”. I shook my head at him.

“Okay!” Theo asked again looking down at me. His eyes were glistening. “no” I told him firmly. He sighed but still helped me out the window and stupidly I looked down. “Holy fuck” I whispered.

“not scared of heights are you” Theo giggled. ignoring the comment I reached for the pole I wasn’t sure if it was sturdy so I shook first. It was fine. Briskly, I climbed up and Theo soon came behind me the window closed behind us like we had disappeared. Stupidly I hugged him letting my guard down again. I wanted it down now, sort of. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you y/n” he whispered kissing the top of my head.

“Why not? I’m awful to you sometimes- I ignore you, I’m blunt, I ran you into immediate danger, I…” and with that, theo kissed me again. Probably to shut me the fuck up but… It was still a kiss. “Because I really fucking like you! And I don’t care what you say to me I’m going to keep trying because I’ve never felt like this about anyone- I’m serious about you y/n” Theo confessed not pulling away from my body once.

“I’ve been trying to tell you I like you! but we keep getting disturbed” I blurted out unable to keep it in any longer. “I can’t act anymore Theo” I breathed out. “You don’t have to princess, I’m all yours” he told me rubbing my cheek. I half laughed and hugged him again. “That’s everything I ever wanted to hear” I whispered holding him tightly.

“But! We need to Scott, tell them that the hunters are here and we need backup”

“Backup?- I’m sure there all gonna be dead by the time the pack is here” a hit of excitement flashed in Theo’s eyes. Mine matched his and Theo took hold of my hand again. We ran to the door preparing for the fight, but this time it was different. I really had something to fight for now.

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[lolanoelle]

One Drunken Night - Part Three

You had been back in Hawkins for a little over a month now and things were going great. You had gotten a job at the daycare and as a plus to that, you did not have to pay for Ellie to attend. It had decent benefits and pretty good pay for such a small local business. Eddie had been coming over a couple nights during the week and mostly every weekend to hang out with you and Ellie. You would make dinner, watch movies and play with your little girl. Wayne had even joined you guys for dinner a few times and had gotten to know Ellie. You visited your grandma every few days after getting off of work to check in on her and see if she needed anything. There was a particularly fun day that came to your memory where Eddie had insisted you go with him to pick out a car seat for Ellie for his new family man car that he had gotten for pretty cheap from the shop he worked for and fixed up himself. You went shopping together, got lunch and took Ellie out for ice cream together afterwards and she got to test out her new seat in daddy’s car, which is what she called him now. You were surprised by how quickly she had grasped the concept that this man who just recently came into her life was her father, but they had an immediate connection and their bond on grew the more time they spent together.

You were sitting on your couch in the early morning on your day off. It was around 5am and you just couldn’t force yourself to sleep in anymore. You had made yourself breakfast and a warm cup of coffee, which you were now enjoying while flipping through a silenced tv looking for the weather report for today. There were still a couple of hours to go before your daughter would usually wake up and you were enjoying the quiet of the early morning and listening to the birds outside your window. The quiet was interrupted by a sudden noise coming from your front door that made your heart race. You walked over to the door and opened it to see Eddie with a panicked look on his face. He was still in his boxers and baggy t-shirt he had obviously worn to bed the night before. He had one hand over this chest and the other resting against the door frame, leading you to believe he jogged the short distance over to your trailer.

“Eds what’s the matter?,” You asked concern lining your voice.

“I need to check on Ellie. Can I check on Ellie really quick?,” He responded in a raspy, panicked voice.

“Yeah of course, come in,” You said stepping aside and letting him into your house. He walked to what used to be your old bedroom and slowly opened the door and entered the room. You followed behind him watching as he crouched down beside Ellie’s butterfly decorated toddler bed and softly stroked her hair. He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, careful not to disturb her sleep and turned to exit the room. You carefully shut the door back behind you and got a good look at his face, seeing relief washed over it.

“I’m sorry. I just woke up from a dream where she..,”He started but couldn’t find it in himself to finish the sentence. ,” It just felt so real I had to make sure she was alright. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Eds, I completely understand.,” You say comforting him. You walk to the kitchen and get out a mug to pour him a cup of coffee. You also find a pre made muffin that was more dessert than breakfast and offered both items to him, which he took graciously. ,” After I had her, I was up every couple of hours putting my finger under her nose to make sure she was still breathing. The older she has gotten, the less it happens, but I still got get her from her own bed every once in a while and put her into my own just so I can keep a close eye on her for the night. It’s just all part of the experience of being a parent. You love them so much you can’t help but worry about them constantly.”

“You mean this is gonna happen again??,” He whined with a piece of muffin in his mouth.

“More than likely,” You said sympathetically, not wanting to imagine what is must feel like to get a few years worth of anxiety in such a short amount of time.

“I don’t know how you managed this on your own. I’m lucky I can come over here and have you for support,” He said taking a sip of his coffee and rubbing his hand over his eyes. A tinge of guilt ran through your veins when you thought about that fact that you both could’ve had support from each other this whole time. You motion for Eddie to sit next to you on your couch and he obliges.

“How about I make you a copy of the key for here? That way any time you want to check on her you can feel more than welcome?,” You suggest. Eddie snatched your coffee cup from your hand and set in down on the coffee table with his. You were confused before he put his arms around you welcoming you into his embrace.

“You have no idea how much I would appreciate that,” He whispered, not wanting to let you go. You relaxed into his touch.

“You are such a great dad Eddie. Ellie is so lucky to have you,” You breathed into his shoulder. You both slowly pull away from the embrace. Looking into his eyes, you’ve never felt more at home, except for when you’re looking into the matching eyes of your little girl. He gazes down at your lips and you return the favor. You both slowly start to inch forward, almost closing the distance between you when the shrieking of the phone makes you jump apart. You quickly get up off the couch and wipe your now sweaty hands on your pajama pants before answering the phone.

“Hello?,” You answered quietly, taking a glance towards Eddie who was now indulging himself fully into his muffin and washing it down with coffee. ,”This is she.”

Eddie looks up at you when you suddenly drop the phone. You hurriedly pick it up and hang it back up and look at Eddie.

“Can you stay here with Ellie?,” You asked, tears starting to well in your eyes.

“Yeah I can, what’s the matter Y/N?,” He says, crossing the room to stand by your side.

“She should be waking up soon, she likes oatmeal with strawberries cut up real small and honey and she likes to drink milk with it for breakfast. I’m gonna go get dressed and I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?,” You responded to him, avoiding his question altogether. You make your way to your room and throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie and slip on a pair of sneakers. You don’t even bother checking your hair or brushing your teeth before you hurriedly leave the house. You hop in your car and make the familiar route to the nursing home.

Eddie.

Ellie had woken up about 20 minutes after you rushed out the door and walked into the living room calling for her mom.

“Mommy had to leave baby, but daddy’s here and I’m gonna make you your oatmeal okay?”, he said picking the little girl up and embracing her. He was worried about you and holding her definitely helped. Even he couldn’t deny that Ellie greatly resembled him, but what no one ever seemed to point out was that she had your eyelashes and that she had the same expression you had when you were too tired to speak. You both furrowed your brows the same way when he did something that slightly annoyed you. That you both liked to lay your head in the same spot on his chest when hugging him. He slowly rubbed the toddlers back, comforting her as she was still tired and obviously was confused as to why her mom wasn’t here. He set her down in her booster seat and got her oatmeal prepared and set it in front of her. He sat down beside her and watched as she took sloppy bites of the breakfast.

As the morning progressed, Eddie found himself glancing down at his watch every few minutes. It felt like hours had passed. He was in no way ungrateful that he got to spend the morning with Ellie being completely clingy to him, but he was worried about you. By the time noon rolled around, he found himself getting antsy and really craving a cigarette, but there was no way he could do that with Ellie clinging to his body. It seemed like an eternity had passed when the phone rang. He gently put Ellie down beside him and made his way across the room like you did before.

“Eddie?,” You cried over the other end of the phone. ,” Can you come pick me up?”

“Of course Y/N. Where are you at?,” He asked.

“I’m at the nursing home. Grandma passed away this morning,” Your voice trembled and he felt like his heart was breaking into a million pieces.

“I’ll be there as soon as possible.,” He replied. You thanked him and hung up the phone. Ellie had already eaten lunch and was starting to pass out on the couch as it was just around the time for her nap. He called Wayne and asked if he could come over and stay with Ellie as he described the situation to him. Wayne got there and eyed Eddie’s outfit, but figured this was not the time to comment. Eddie followed his gaze and realized he was still in his sleepwear. Eddie thanked Wayne and ran across the trailer park back to his home to change into more appropriate clothing. He hopped into his car afterwards and drove to meet you at the nursing home. He quickly made his way into a parking spot and jogged up to the entrance. He made his way down the familiar hall to your grandmas room and when he made it there, he felt like he could fall apart seeing the scene in front of him.

You sat in the chair beside your grandmas bed and held onto her favorite sweater crying into it. He made his way over to your side and squatted down to be level with you. He put his hand on your knee gently to get your attention and when you realized he was there, you threw your arms around your best friends neck and cried into his shoulder.

“She was getting better after her accident, I don’t understand what happened,” You choked out.

“I know honey, I know.,” Eddie comforted you stroking your hair. ,” At least she lived a long life surrounded by one of the most loving people to ever exist.” Your grandma was well into her late 70s and never lived a very problematic life.

“They said she passed peacefully in her sleep at least,” You sniffled as you responded.

“That’s the best way you could expect for anyone to go.,” He sat there comforting you for a while longer until you felt like you didn’t have any more tears left in you. You slowly made your way to stand up and he followed suit. He wrapped his arm around your lower back guiding you into the hallway.

“I’m sorry but I just couldn’t drive myself home. I don’t even know how I made it here alive,” You looked at him bashfully.

“Don’t apologize. I would rather you call me and have me pick you up anytime if you feel you can’t make it home on your own than get into an accident.”, he said reassuring you. He led you out to his car and got you into the passenger seat before going to use the pay phone stationed outside of the entrance to the building. He called Wayne, and Wayne assured him that he could look after Ellie and feed her a suitable dinner while Eddie tended to your needs. He had already called into work whether he would need to stay or not, just so you could have the option. Eddie got off the phone and climbed into the drivers seat of his car.

“I know you probably haven’t had the chance to eat since this morning, so I am going to take you to get some greasy comfort food and we can either eat it in my car or we can eat it inside a dingy diner with trashy waitresses. Your pick.”, Eddie explained to you. You gave him a weak smile and eventually decided on getting cheeseburgers and fries with milkshakes and eating them in his car in comfortable silence. It had been a long time since someone doted on you, when your number one priority was always Ellie. You had already finished up your cheeseburger and fries, letting a few sniffles sneak their way in between bites. You were now sipping what was left of your milkshake and looked up to see Eddie watching you with concern in his eyes.

“Thank you for everything today Eddie,” You said, tears starting to well up in your eyes once more. ,” I really don’t want to have to go back to that nursing home and get my car tomorrow.”

“Give me your keys,” He said holding his hand out. ,” I will have Wayne give me a ride there later and pick it up for you okay?” You scoot closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” You replied, looking forward at the sun setting over the parking lot you were currently residing in.

“What are best friends for?”, He replied.

2 weeks later

You were getting yourself and Ellie ready for your grandmas funeral. You wore a simple pair of black slacks with some dress shoes and a black dress shirt. You were brushing Ellie’s hair in the bathroom when you heard the front door open. You heard steps coming in your direction and Eddie appeared in the doorway.

“Daddy!!,” Ellie exclaimed as she jumped out of your grasp and ran over to him to give him a big hug. She still didn’t completely understand what happened to Grandma. She knew that she was gone, but with her being at such a young age, she didn’t quite why.

“Hi baby,” He said as he scooped her up and plopped her on his hip. He looked at you sympathetically ,” How about I drive you both there?”

“I appreciate it Eds.,” You said graciously accepting his offer. You look at the picture in front of you and it calms you seeing two people you deeply cared for being here for you on a difficult day, even if one of them didn’t know she was bringing you comfort.

“Are you ready to head out?,” He asks, still holding Ellie.

“Yeah,” You respond. As you walk out the door, you grab the back pack that holds all of the essentials you needed to get Ellie through any public outing. You sling it over you shoulder and climb into the passenger seat of Eddie’s car while he straps Ellie into her car seat in the back. You finally make it to the funeral home and step out of the car.

You made it through the service barely holding yourself together, but you made it. The next thing you knew, you were back in Eddie’s car, following the hearse to the graveyard where your grandma had already chosen her burial plot next to her late husband. Once there, you all stood around the plot, saying silent words and soon the tears were rolling. You were focused on the small group of people attending her funeral when you heard a disturbance coming from behind you. You turned around and your breath hitched in your throat.

“Hey I heard the old bag hit the bucket. D’you know if she left me anything?,” Your mom stumbled, obviously strung out on something. She was disturbing the peace of your grandmas funeral and before you could stop yourself, you walked over to her and punched her square in the nose.

“GET OUT OF HERE YOU SELFISH BITCH! YOU NEVER FUCKING CARED ABOUT ANYONE UNLESS IT WAS GOING TO BENEFIT YOU IN SOME WAY. IF I EVER SEE YOU OUT HERE AGAIN, ILL BREAK YOUR FUCKING ARM, DO YOU HEAR ME?!?,” you screamed at the most childish 50 year old you had ever met. Eddie had passed Ellie off to Wayne and came and grabbed your arm, gently pulling you back towards him, speechless. You realized then that Chief Hopper was eyeing the scene and you would most likely be getting in trouble at your grandmothers funeral. But he just shrugged his shoulders and grumbled out a “I didn’t see anything.”

The rest of the night was spent back at the trailer park. Eddie had lit a fire for the small group of people who were sticking around, sharing heartfelt stories of your Grandma.

“Eleanor always made the best cookies. Every time I would stop by, even if it were just to check in to see if she needed anything from the grocery when I went, she would always make sure I left with a handful of cookies,” Wayne smiled as he shared the story. Ellie had since fallen asleep as it way past her bedtime and you were having a beer sitting next to Eddie around the fire. You were so lucky to have a small knit group of people to share these memories with.

The next couple of weeks were spent meeting with lawyers, going over your grandmas will. She had some nieces and nephews that were living, but she left her entire life savings to you. You were completely shocked with the amount that she left behind. She was always a frugal person growing up, and now you know why. In her will it said that she wanted to make sure that you could buy a home for you and Ellie. Even after her life had ended, she was still taking care of you. You shared the news with Eddie and he seemed to be happy for you.

Eddie.

Sitting on the couch in his house with Wayne, Eddie was met with the harsh reality. Your grandma was the whole reason you came back to Hawkins, and now that she was gone and had left you money to buy a house, you were most definitely going to go back to Tennessee. He had just started to get to know Ellie and he was completely in love with her. He couldn’t imagine being in a different state than her. He smoked a cigarette as all of this pondered through his mind. Wayne could tell his nephew was deep in thought as he didn’t even notice the knock on his door. Wayne answered the door and a little set of feet came barreling towards Eddie. He noticed and quickly put the cigarette out in the ash tray beside him and waved his hand in front of him to disburse the smoke. This was it, you were bringing her by to see him before breaking the news that you were leaving him behind yet again.

“Wanna take a car ride with us?,” You asked in the doorway of the trailer, watching Eddie’s face for a response while Ellie climbed onto his lap. He nodded his head and followed you outside. It was starting to be late afternoon and the sun would be setting soon. As he settled into the passenger seat of your car, he decided he was going to confront you. There was no way he could go without Ellie, or her mom, again.

“You know, I know that you are probably going to leave Hawkins now that there’s nothing holding you back, but I really think you should reconsider. Ellie has Wayne here now and I think she would miss out being spoiled rotten by him. We’ve never even gotten to spend Christmas with her, or help her pick out a Halloween costume. I’ve missed out on enough of her life and I don’t to anymore. Hell, I’ll even pay for all the groceries you guys eat from now on, and I know you two can eat a lot no matter how much you fool people. You’ll never have to fold laundry again.,” Eddie rambled. You chuckled over at him but didn’t respond. His rant continued, talking about how he wanted to be there to embarrass her in front of her friends and comfort her when she’s sad. He ranted so much that he didn’t even notice when you brought the car to a halt. ,” Y/N say something.”

“Get out of the car Chatty Cathy,” was all you said in response. He gets to of the car confused and starts back up on his rant.

“I think it’s really great that you’re laughing about all this when it’s a serious matter. I love Ellie and, .. I can’t lose her,” He said crossing him arms over his chest. You walk up to him and grab his chin with your hand and gently move his head towards the house with the sign out front that now says sold across it.

“We’re not going anywhere,” You said staring at him waiting for a reaction. Before you knew it, he had hugged you so hard that he picked you up off the ground and was spinning you around.

“My turn daddy, my turn,” Ellie said starting to pull at his pant leg. Eddie set you down and picked Ellie up spinning her in a circle. She squealed at the sudden movement and begged for the motion to be repeated again and again.

“Okay goob that’s enough,” You said as you grabbed her hand as Eddie set her down , “ Let’s go show daddy our new house.”

You led Ellie inside and Eddie followed closely behind. It was a house that wasn’t too big, but not too small either. It was the perfect size for your little family. So perfect in fact that you had to ask Eddie an important question.

“Now the house has 3 bedrooms. Since you made it so clear in the car that you couldn’t miss out on anything ever, not even if Ellie takes a shit (he rolled his eyes at that), I was thinking maybe the third bedroom could be yours. I figured it would be easier between our two schedules for us to both get to spend quality time with her. It’s even got a garage if you and the guys wanted to switch up your practice space occasionally.,” You walked through the house showing him the kitchen, the bathroom, the master bedroom which was totally yours and he better not even think about trying to steal it from you, the backyard where a swing set for Ellie would fit comfortably. The living room and the decent sized garage were next and last but not least (what really sold you), the basement that was finished and had a premade play room from the last owners for your toddler to enjoy. “ Just think about it Eds, you could totally host your DND games down here. Soooo, what do you think?,” You said looking at your best friend.

“I think Wayne’s finally getting his bedroom back,” Eddie said with a huge smile on his face.

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Eyes open: Jason Todd x banshee!reader part 2

part 1: not an average girl.

dedication: this is for my long anon, obviously ;) :*

warnings: some easter eggs, cause it's not only dc x reader, but also marvel x reader :D

***

We live in times plagued by an epidemic of loneliness.

8 miliard people in the world and yet - so many of them keep on carrying the weight of their own troubles by themselves, not having a single person to talk to.

8 miliard people and more often than not, even those who are surrounded by people on every day basis feels like they have no one they could truly trust and open up to.  

And Y/N felt it too.

Even when living in her little town where everyone knew everyone.

So once she moved to New York, which was like a whole new world and seeing the see of people, the lights and neons and commercials on every corner, the cars and underground and having to deal with to many things and stimuli all at one, almost gave her anxiety.

But she was strong, she had to push through and try and figure out who she was and - hopefully - what was her place in the world.

And that was why she choose the big apple.

***

Her conversation with her mum was not as bad as she might have expected, but also - the topic of the discussion couldn’t be further from normal.

A banshee.

She was a freaking banshee, also known as the messenger of the death.

Definitely every young woman’s dream, right?

And - classic - no one bothered to inform her about it and she had to find out from some dying talking wolf.

Y/N could barely remember the walk from forest to home, believing what happened to her was just a crazy dream, from which she would wake up any second and end up laughing about whatever her tired, stressed mind have been producing.

But this was not a dream, it was reality.

And even thought she didn’t look like an Irish demon there was still something in her blood that give her some special abilities.

In other words - she was a freak.

„Y/N! Just calm down!” her mother cried out, seeing Y/N’s pale face and trembling hands. In return she got a desperate half-chuckle, half-sob and spilled cup of tea. „Look, I had no idea you will be the gifted one and -”

„gifted? How is that gifted?! It’s more like a curse.

„Y/N--”

„don;t Y/N me!”

„oh, please” her mother almost rolled her eyes at Y/N’s distress. „You make a fuss about something you have no idea about and --”

„I have no idea.” the girl interrupted „because someone kept it a secret from me-”

„Told you I had no idea that it would be you who -”

‘but you knew it was a general possibility!!”

„I was lucky enough for the mutation to omit my generation-”

„Lucky?! So you’re admitting it is in fact a curse!”

„could you please stop yelling?” her mother stood up abruptly and moved to close the door shut. „they don;t need to know.” she was obviously referring to Y/N’s stepdad and stepsister.

 „How?! Why?! What else don’t I know?!Is there a vampire in the family as well? Or- maybe you’ll tell me that grandma was a werewolf?!”

„This is not a freaking twilight Y/N! Or whatever other teenage movie you have watched!”

„But sure as hell is starts to remind me of teen wolf!”

„Stop screaming!”

„No, you stop screaming!”

The truth was, that they were both screaming at each other and closed door did nothing to muffle the sounds. The voices were echoing through the entire house, even though the individual words were incomprehensible. (luckily for the rest of the household).

„Just say it, you were ashamed you had a daughter with some mutation!”

„For the third time - I didn’t know!I had my suspicions it could be you but-”

„You what?” Y/N;s voice got way more hurt and angered, all the emotions escaped from her like from a popped balloon after hearing this half-sentence. „Mum....”

„I’m sorry, sweetie...” her mother grabbed both of her hands squeezing them reassuringly, trying to make Y/N look into her eyes „I truly am, I should have told you about family blood, but I wanted to protect you....”

„Classic excuse.” the girl muttered

„classic excuse of a concerned parent.”

„i;m not a kid anymore! I’m 17! Almost 18!”

„you were not ready for it, Y/N.”

„well now I have to confront this crazy reality without any previous preparation! God, mum! It’s like waking up one day bleeding from the uterus without knowing what period is!”

„Did you just compared being a banshee to menstruation?” her mother chocked on the tea,

„I did not --oh...” her eyes grew wide „oh, damn, I did” she chuckled once, then twice and before she noticed, both she and her mother were laughing out loud about quite unfortunate parallel, the tension gone almost instantly.

„so what now?” the girl asked after a moment

„What do you mean?”

„dunno. You tell me. Do I get some training or something? How do I control it?”

„You don’t.”

„I don’t?!”

Her mother only shook her head.

„It’s not like in the movies or in the books. There is no magic switch that allows you to just turn it off or on. You just have to explore it by yourself.”

„are you sure there’s no instruction manual?”

„definitely not. It;s an individual matter and you have to find your own path” her mother just said

„Well, for the whole not-a-movie line of thinking, this one sentence kind of broke the whole argumentation....”

***

Her own path.

Since, technically speaking she still felt like a freak, it got the wheels in her brain turning.

What was the best place to find out herself and get to learn how to live with her so called gift?

What was the only city that could possibly accept another enhanced human?

Where on Earth she would both fit in the crowd and got space for pursuing the individuality?

Well-

She’s always been a fan of the Avengers....

***

New York.

To quote the classic: concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

Mhm. Right.

But before you reach your mental Empire State building, you have to adjust and become a countryman starting from learning the right accent ending on the skill of stopping the cabs in the never ending traffic and crowd.

18 year old girl living alone in a foreign city.

So many things could go wrong.

But for the first time in her life she felt like she was the one making choices and taking control of her own life. Freaking powerful feeling. And hey! She was a banshee! A literal banshee so everyone better make way cause here she comes!

Being smart and resourceful she got into NYU on R&D and technology faculty and all signs in heaven and earth was showing that she was on the highway to an internship at Stark Industries. If only it wasn’t for this little nerd named Peter Parker.... She could feel something was off with him.

***

So, generally speaking, life was good.

Except for the loneliness. The worst kind of it, loneliness in the crowd when on one hand you feel like  a part of buzzing life and estranged and cut out from society on the other.

But with 8 miliard people in the world, almost 19 millions in NY you just got to keep your eyes open.

***

They first met in the pots and pans section of the supermarket.

She was looking at an air fryer placed at the top that came with the Iron Man puzzle gift set.

Even though she was taller than most of her peers, she couldn't reach it. To hell with high store shelves!

Just as she was about to take a quick trip to shoe shop just to buy a pair of high heels for help, a pair of strong arms appeared in front of her and handed her the air fryer she wanted.

She took it dully, her eyes following those arms once more, her mind restless.

It was another air fryer, different in that the other one came with the Captain America puzzle gift set.

Before she knew it, she was giving a thumbs up.

Just then, he looked over at her.

The first thing she noticed was how handsome he was, and the second thing made her chuckle because he gave her a thumbs up as well. Talk about modern communication where gestures serves as words,.

"You have good taste," he told her, along with a devilish grin, that only confirmed her belief he gave her the star spangled man piece on purpose.

„considering what I was going for - definitely.” she laughed „but thank you either way.”

„wait.” he made a funny face „you’re not actually telling me you prefer the guy with money and technology over the actual hero.”

She smirked. It was no secret that there has always been a bit of civil war between Tony’s and Steve’s fans.

„And what if I do?” Y/N teased, shocked by her own boldness.Maybe the city was having bigger effect on her than she previously thought.

She smirked. It was no secret that there has always been a bit of civil war between Tony’s and Steve’s fans.

„And what if I do?” Y/N teased, shocked by her own boldness.Maybe the city was having bigger effect on her than she previously thought.

'There are so many wrong things with that sentence" the guy rolled his eyes, almost as if he got some first hand experience with billionaire heroes/vigilantes "I suppose I’ll have to convince you you’re wrong?”

„Huh! Classic mansplaining?”

„Say, would you like a cup of coffee? My treat." he raised an eyebrow and she hesitated. After all he was a stranger. „Backing down from a challenge, princess?”

„Oh it’s on!” he was a stanger and she was a banshee. If anyone would feel upcoming tragedy it would definitely be her.

Yeah... you just gotta keep your eyes open.

Out of all the places in the world - Jason and Y/N’s story began in a small household appliances department.

....

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The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck Retrospective Chapter 10: The Invader of Fort Duckburg "It'll Be a Dark Day When I Give in To a Mere Superpower"

And we're back. For those of you newer around here a few years ago in the middle of my ducktales fevor, I started a retrospective of one of my favorite comic books of all time: The 12 part epic the Life and Times of Scrooge Mcduck, covering Scrooge's rise from a shoeshine in glasgow barely scraping by to the Richest Duck in the World and what he gained and lost along the way. I had a ton of fun covering this one but sadly.. I eventually gave up. I felt the years had piled up too much and i'd never get back to finishing it.

Enter Kev, who out of nowhere asked if he could comission the final three chapters. I happily agreed as not only can I finally finish one of the biggest works of my reviewing career, but it opens me up to do all the suplimental chapters at some point, paticuarlly "dream of a lifetime".

For now though, we're celebrating President's Day with chapter 10, my faviorite of the series and Don Rosa's too. It's largely for the same reasons: the story is tightly paced, covering only two days compared to most chapters pile of years, funny, furious, and for me at least has more of hortense, who I love dearly and who finds the love she deserves this chapter.. via a lot of shouting of course as is the McDuck/Duck Family way. Unless your these two.

Chapter 10 is the rare chapter that picks up almost exactly where we left off, with a much shorter time skip of a few weeks, skipping our heroes travels from Scotland to the US and focusing on Scrooge and his sisters as they set up his empire , here in Duckburg. What follows is a farce, a romantic comedy, an action set piece, and one of the most badass panels ever put to ink, which for this series is saying a lot.

If you'd like to catch up on the previous 9 chapters, I just complied all of them into one handy dandy post.

So go check that out if you fancy then come back here as we get scrooge vs the United States of America itself.

We open the issue with a quick recap before we pan to our heroes, puttering along their Duckburg. Part of what makes this chapter neat is seeing the town before Scrooge made it into a thriving city: here it's just a few buildings and a small farm.

As scrooge puts it "a town as big as it is wide". Our heroes are riding what could charitably be considered a car, which Scrooge got cheap and didn't read was a piece of scrap as his eyes are entirley shot at this point after the Yukon. I do like that while his eyesight fading is partially herditary, Rosa provides an explination for why it went down hill so fast: 6 years in the yukon with all that snow was hell on them. He leads his sisters up his new property with the help of a local farmer.... then back down his newly aquiried Killmule Hill

I love this gag and I applaud Don Rosa's art here. He makes a mean impact siloutte. I also didn't notice till writing this review but you also see Matilda and Scrooge's hats over the corn. Hortense would join in the gag but she hasn't got a hat bope a dope a dope dope.

The Farmer renames the hill "Killmotor Hill", for the auto age... I love that detail too. Of course it wouldn't of always been killmotor hill. Though whoever was running mules so hard up that hill they were killing them needs a swift kick.

The lady of the farm offers to rent Scrooge a shed, seeing as she owns most of the land around here and reveals herself as Elvira Duck,knee coot, sister of Casey, the man who sold Scrooge the hill in the first place and she soon introduces her family.

Yup this is Donald's family including Grandma McDuck, the character I most regret not making it into ducktales in time. Grandma McDuck is donald's sweet country grandma who reminds me of my own sweet country grandma, who spends her days working hard and yelling at donald's cousin gus to actually do some work for a change. He never does.

Humperdink is Donald's grandpa, passed int he preset, while Daphne and Eider are his aunt and uncle, all grabbed from various barks ephimera or the offical family tree he made. Daphne has golden hair, supernatural luck and the misfortune of having birthed Gladstone, while Eider is naturally Fethry's dad, who Rosa reluctnatly included in some versions of the tree as Fethry wasn't a barks creation. Me.. I don't see any harm in Fethry being included. Barks isn't the be all end all of the universe... he is damn awesome though and I respect that. case in point the names were curbed from various non barks grandma duck stories.

You might notice though I didn't mention Donald's dad. Well he was just running behind and has the calm, measured response to the accident you'd expect from Donald's father.

Yup: this folks.. is how Donald's parents met. And it's one of the best scene's in the series, especially what happens right after.

It's comedy gold, fits him perfectly , and once again seems to be the mcduck way... unless your these two

I mean does it count if it only started with ONE of them shouting? Riddle for the ages.

As for why the Woodchucks are involved they've taken old fort duckburg atop the hill as their headquarters. He shouts get off my land and they do.. but naturally an old man shouting at them isn't enough to convince these children of land ownership so worried he might be a crook, they call for help in the only way the nation knew how at the time

Yes folks there's a reason this was a president's day specail as the phone tag gets so bad THE PRESIDENT HIMSELF gets informed a "scottish billionare has taken over a military installation on the coast", a great gag. Incensed Teddy reactivates the rough riders and prepares to deal with this personally fist to face. h back when presidents could legally punch corrupt billionaires in the face. If only Biden would pass that legislation. or any legislation.

It takes a week for him to get moblized as our heroes have spent it taking the barrels up river, as Scrooge begins his lousy streak of taking advantage of his family. This will only get worse from here and is never as funny as Don Rosa thinks.

Anywho, Scrooge knocks on a homesteader's door but they refuse to answer or be helpful. Turns out it's the beagle boys, lead by the future grandpa beagle. Rosa admits making him the same character makes him 165 by the time of "A Little Something Special" but honestly this universe is JUST weird enough for that to be plausible. Not 2017 DuckTales levels of madness

But still pretty nutty. So as scrooge takes a money bath to Hortense's exasperation some guests arrive at the fort. Who is it?

Yeah the Beagles quickly kidnap hortense, having gone after Scrooge for revenge for putting them in stir back in chapter 2. THey also lock scrooge in one of his own barrels. Beofre he can break it through sheer force of pissed off, a shell breaks it... and the beagles and scrooge both have bigger problems

Scrooge's response is naturally "Get off my lawn you damn united state's navy!" which gets him blasted at. The Beagles are thankfully too busy begging scrooge to give up so they can live, leaving Scrooge to do what he does best: be badass in the most insane way possible

By godfrey I love this stupid gag.

Teddy, being the only entiity nearly as badass as scrooge , responds in kind leading to a clash for the ages

I love every part of this scene from the sheer badassery of scroog'es one liner to that final charge. And of course best of all hortense taking on an ENTIRE CALVARY and WINNING before some traditional duck flirting as is the way.. except maybe also for these two

At any rate the conflict is over: Teddy takes out the trash and one of Scrooge's greatest headaches begins in earnest

WE cut to 6 months later. So I guess it's three days but semantics. Scrooge has built his money bin and plans to fill it and while Matilda is doubtful scrooge is joyful, even giving the Woodchucks a doorknob as their calling in Teddy stopped the beagle boys. As we end the chapter we get the full sight of the greatest structure in all of duckburg and one of the most iconic locations in all of disney.

And thus we end this chapter.. and it's a laugh riot with tons of gorgeously drawn action, well done punchlines and bunches of lore stuffed in. IT's everything great about this series compacted into a tight smaller scale story... granted it's a smaller scale story that involved the entire navy and marines, but for Scrooge that's small.

Character wise since this is only maybe a week after the previous one Scrooge hasn't changed much.. but like last time you can see the cracks in his personality here and there, the darker parts that are about to consume him: He uses his sisters as free labor, yells at just about everyone and his response to every conflict is to shout at it. Granted it usually worked, but i'ts clear the more vicious sides of scrooge that never completely go away are creeping more and more into him and overshadowing the noble man he once was. they haven't completely consumed him yet.. but well that's for next time, sometime this spring or early summer.

Rather than leave on that ominous note i'd like to talk Hortense and Quackmore some more. I love them and while their chemistry's simple, they yell until they bang hard, simple, they are genuinely adorable and it's easy to see where a lot of donald comes from just watching the two: Hortense's obession with dating "a real cowboy" before meeting quackmore and sorta zoning out mid rage both have traces of Donald's own hyperfixations and tendency to leap without thinking. It's nice to sneak those subtle bits in and I applaud rosa for it.

One last thing related to the two: turns out this causeda BIG stir in italy and some other parts of europe. Rosa was suprised as , due to the family tree I mentioned, the names of donald's parents weren't a bit secret. He also took another shot at the duck comics not being big in the us, the usual Don Rosa Yells at Cloud Stuff. Point is he was shocked by it.. but me .. I get it. It's the same thing that happened when Della showed up in Ducktales. Yes a comic had given an explination and her name had been seen, and we'll see her breifly in chapter 11 of this very comic.. but we didn't really KNOW her and most things she's in are either obscure , said comic wasn't reprinted here far as I can tell, or simply a mentoin. We knew OF her bu tdidn't know her as a person.

That was the same with Hortense and Quackmore before this story: We knew of them and despite Rosa keeping it vauge for readers less familliar with the family tree, it's pretty obvious from the moment we see her grown up that Hortense is Donald's mom. Here we get to see her as a young person herself, her eccentrcities, her rage, and who she really is. We also get to see Quackmore who.. okay he's just perpetually pissed off but it's still something. There's a diffrence between a name on some suplimentary material and a character and Don Rosa created a fantastic one in hortense, to the point i'm still disapointed we never met her in the series.

Next Time: The darkest day of Scrooge's life, some attempts to recocnile na old racist story, and the hardest chapter of this comic to read. Thanks for reading.. and welcome back.

#scrooge mcduck #ducktales #don rosa #hortense mcduck #matilda mcduck #teddy roosevelt #presiden'ts day #the beagle boys #quackmore duck #the life and times of scrooge mcduck

[filet-o-feelings]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @jesuisici33 💕

1. Are you named after anyone?

nope, but my brother is kinda named after me... his name is the masculine version of my first and middle names switched lol

2. When was the last time you cried?

within the hour, I miss my cat and my dad called while I was listening to sad music in my car and already crying... lots more crying on the phone... and I've been crying all week. I'm not okay, friends. (I'll be okay)

3. Do you have kids?

nope

4. What sports do you play/have played?

I played soccer in school for a bit, and softball for the town during high school years. I was far from athletic but I had fun with my friends

5. Do you use sarcasm?

sometimes? (I don't have the energy for a sarcastic answer)

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

honestly I have no idea, I'm so unobservant

7. What’s your eye color?

green

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings

9. Any talents?

I used to play clarinet, could probably pick it back up easily. I'm also really fucking good at avoiding shit.

10. Where were you born?

New York

11. What are your hobbies?

reading, writing... I used to craft a lot, I need to get back into it. I want to start knitting or crocheting (I can do the first chain of crochet but no idea how to proceed lol, my grandma taught me that much when I was a kid but I either forgot or that's all she showed me)

12. Do you have any pets?

😭 See question 2, I had a cat named Penelope until Monday. Now I have her ashes in a beautiful urn on top of my desk. And I'm crying again.

Sorry for being such a downer, but look how pretty this urn is, it's kinda hard to get a good picture but it's a really pretty copper color

13. How tall are you?

5'1.5

14. Favorite subject in school?

in high school- english, but also band and art, in college the first time - astrology (class in a planetarium!), in college the second time - psychology

15. Dream job?

something creative, or mindless repetitive meditative work where I can just zone out and plot stories

I'm supposed to tag 15 people? No pressure tagging @statueinthestone @stereopticons @tyfinn @treluna4 @lemonlyman-dotcom @a-noble-dragon @saraminia @surreal666 @raspberryconverse @flowertrigger @wearpersistencewell @hippolotamus @stargazer56 @alienajackson @lizzie-bennetdarcy

[iceslushii]

had a dream where i met tumblr user smidge-j inside my old primary school and then i went outside and tumblr user someguyiguess was there. after this i don't remember much but somehow we found out smidge had died?????? and i was upset about it. then my grandma picked me up (she does not own a car or any transportation) and the dream ended. why is it when a mutual is involved in a dream they usually die

#i would tag them but like. i dont know if theyd want that. but i think theyll see this eventuallu #slushii rambles

[kookieswan]

Shades of Us - Back Seat Brat

Poly!Namgi x Reader (f)

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Poly AU, College!AU, Fluff for these idiots.

Warnings: Very light nsfw/18+ content - Dirty talk thanks to Joon and Yoon bantering lmao.

Summary: A fun little road trip with your boyfriends wouldn’t be the same without them bickering on the way to your destination.

Notes: A LOT of people requested SoU so I hope this tickles their fancy ♥️ Also thank you to @pamzn for the overarching idea. This takes place after they get together.

Find the SoU Masterlist here!

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“Mmhhh yep, this is the life…” In your car with your amazing boyfriends, cruising down the highway, far, far away from school or any other responsibility. It’s a dream… Well, it’s almost a dream. You suppose it wouldn’t make sense for Yoongi to be a docile good boy when he’s usually such a sarcastic little shit though.

“I’m still wondering how the fuck I ended up in the back seat. Do I look like a back seat bitch to you?” You can barely mask your laughs as Yoongi whines from behind where you sit, Namjoon not bothering to mask his own from his spot beside you in the car. Your taller boyfriend turns around in his seat, smiling warmly back at Yoongi.

“No, it’s because you’re our little itty bitty kitty who needs to be kept safe. Now, the map says that you’ll be needing to get in the right lane soon for an exit in four miles.” Joon turns back to you, diligently giving you directions to your exciting destination, face all cute with his little dimples. With a long weekend off from school, the three of you had decided a tiny vacation would be fun, and so you’ve set off for a destination a few hours out of town. You’re more than excited for some quality time with your favorite people.

“Thanks Joonie. Yoon, it was either this or you driving, and honestly I don’t want to die just yet.” Yoon makes a face at you through the mirror but you just smile in return and move the car to the right lane. You’ve been in the car with Yoongi multiple times when he was behind the wheel. You regret it almost every time. Yoongi makes up half of the loves of your life but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have fatal flaws.

“My driving is not that bad! I can vouch for the fact that it’s better than Namjoons, the man drives like a grandma.” This makes you snort and shake your head. Namjoon scoffs loudly at your side, reading off some more info about the drive and ignoring your smaller boyfriend and his undeniably sassy tone.

“Namjoon is a precious angel that doesn’t need to drive because he has wonderful partners that’ll do it for him… In contrast, I’m genuinely scared for my life every time you get behind the wheel.” Namjoon can drive, yeah, but you’ve surmised that he really doesn’t like to. It’ll be a cold day in hell you see him pick driving over taking out his precious bike. There’s a sudden thump as Yoongi kicks both of your seats, huffing like the adorable cutie he is.

“You’re both so sick for this. I deserve to be up front, my playlists go fucking hard. Just scooch over and let me up there.” He continues to swing his feet into the back of Namjoons seat, a cheeky smile turning up the corners of his lips though the rear view mirror. Raising a brow, your curious just how far it’ll go.

“Oh yeah? And where are you going to sit Yoongi? On the gear stick?” Namjoon turns again in his seat and starts to poke at Yoongi, fingers jabbing into his bare legs as he attempts to squirm away. He’s not wrong, there isn’t any space for a third up here, nor unless he sits on Joonie’s lap or-

“You bet your pasty fucking ass I will. At least I’ll be able to feel it unlike your tiny dick.” It goes quiet after that for a solid ten seconds, the two men staring each other down. From the corner of your eye, you see Namjoon cock his head to the side, his hand reaching down the grab at Yoongi’s leg, hand large enough to nearly wrap all the way around it.

“Tiny? Is that why you were whining like a fucked out little mess last night after I pounded-“ Yoongi let’s out a scream loud enough to block out Namjoons words, but it doesn’t block out your loud laughs as the smaller man flops around in the back seat. What adorable boyfriends you have, they never fail to entertain you.

“OKAY, so tell me again, the exit is soon, right Joonie baby?” Clearing your throat, you decide to change the subject for Yoongi’s sake as Namjoon sits forward again, satisfied smirk on his handsome face. He pulls his phone out, quickly checking to make sure you have it right. Yoongi continues to moan in agony from the back seat, likely not to recover for a long while.

“That’s right pretty girl, it’s about a mile away, you should see the sign soon. Yoon, I don’t think you want to keep acting up.” You do see the sign coming up, and so you turn your blinker on to merge. Giving Namjoons thigh an affectionate squeeze, he quickly leans over and places a few kisses on your cheek, making your grin bit and happy.

“You’re so good at orienteering Joonie, the best for the job. Yoongi, you can have the front seat next time, alright baby? I’m sure Namjoon won’t mind switching with you.” Yoongi continues to mumble to himself sadly, but doesn’t say anything else so you’re assuming that it’s fine with him. It’s certainly fine with Namjoon apparently.

“Why thank you. You know I’ve never minded switching before, so I don’t see an issue with that. You can have the front seat next kitty. Take a left at the light babygirl.” Namjoon turns again, reaching for Yoongi’s hand. The older let’s him take it, leaning forward but turning away when Joon kisses his knuckles. You don’t think you’ll ever get sick of your pretty boyfriends. Never, not even as Yoongi kicks your seats a final time.

“… Fine. You’re both lucky I love you or whatever.”

#shades of us #poly namgi #poly namgi x reader #namgi #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #bts x you #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts fluff #bts college au #bts poly

[moose-a-licious]

Mount Shasta- April 2022

“DJ(JD?) was hung today. He was a good boy.”

The first time I read that line was on the first trip I brought Erin up to spend time alone with my grandparents. On the bottom shelf of the bedside table in the room we slept in, that’s where the book was.

That’s my grandma’s aunt’s journal she kept on their homestead. Both my grandma and grandpa grew up there. I can’t remember if his name was DJ or JD -I should have written it down- he was my grandma’s cousin. Johnson was his last name, that is my grandmother’s maiden name too.

It was the books we bought on this trip together that I think helped me solve who he was.

It was another fire that brought us to where we live today. A literal fire. The 2021 Greenwood fire. The lake we live on now is a seaport, the lodge needed people to help feed the firefighters they were housing. They were still open and operating as well. I served in the restaurant, we saved up enough to take our first vacation alone together.

I wanted to see the ocean. I’ve never seen it before. We were going on a road trip to California. First stop would be Omaha to see family, and Jimmy/his girlfriend. We rented a car and drove the first 13 hours.

This squirrel didn’t want Erin’s trash in the can.

In Iowa we drove next to a tornado. The winds at the rest stop were so strong they tore the flag.

We spent the night at Jimmy’s and his now fiancé’s place our first night. Jimmy constantly brings up how embarrassed he is of their dog, Lemon, and how she treated me when we finally met in person for the first time. Just stared at me and made grumbling chirps. Single barked, and left uninterested. Sour. She warmed up, you just have to be patient.

The four of us shared food, went to the zoo, then parted ways. Erin and I went to my parent’s house. My brother and his wife came too. We all looked together at some pictures my dad put on a flash drive for me to take with.

One of those was of the golden orb weaver that would visit us at our garden year after year, I was thrilled. Vibrating. I didn’t even ask him to do this, and it was one of the few “photos of a photo” that he put on that flash drive.

My dad taught me about leaving bread crumbs.

He loves symbolism. He also has to process and communicate differently than when I was a child, has for almost two decades now. There’s nothing wrong with that.

My dad taught me to catch grasshoppers, and give them to the orb weavers. The grasshoppers were eating our vegetables. It was such a rush pouncing on them, and fascinating to watch the orb weavers spin around and around.

Spiders spin their webs with intent. They are traps for fuel. Some people are scared of spiders, but they are good omens. Blood drinking insects, vegetation eating insects, things that steal from humans… all can fall into an orb weaver’s trap.

What was my dad telling me. Was he wanting me to become the orb weaver? Evolve and spin my dreams and webs to help people? Trap the bugs myself?

It doesn’t feel right.

Did he want me to find an orb weaver? Offer them grasshoppers that would in some weird way, help humanity? Protect the gardens.

My mom’s voice is warning me. The first nightmare I ever had was when I was around four or five. In real life, she caught me in the garden feeding the orb weavers. Panic and scolding.

“What are you doing?! Spiders are venomous, if you get bit you will die.”

She didn’t give me time to explain. Dad taught me how to identify an orb weaver versus a black widow by their bodies, legs, and webs. I knew what not to feed.

We went inside and washed my hands. That night I had my first nightmare, a giant tarantula the size of a t-rex was crushing all the trailers in the park. I was so afraid, when I woke up I felt silly though. Tarantulas can’t get that big, can they?

I have to find the right type of spider. I don’t know how to find my orb weavers, my dad’s mind changed before we could graduate from identifying spiders to people.

Pt. 1/6

[sleepnowmychild]

Some of the strangest dreams from my dream journal that made me go “hey Hypnos what is this?”

There were teacup pigs in my ferret pen. Just,,, chillin in there with them. I had to keep them all from escaping.

Making a pond with an old family friend, in our pjs, while getting drunk

My sister putting a worm on me and me trying to shake it off so hard I woke up.

Escaping some dorm room situation and sneaking off to a seaside town where I bought hair clips on a jetty.

My grandparents giving me medicine that my my fucking TEETH swell up.

My dad put me on a waterslide (in a plastic storage tub) that was next to a tiger enclosure and told me to babysit my sister

A literal living panting hunting me down, my grandma smashes it to save me and it turns into this gel stuff?

Someone setting me on fire through my bedroom window

Me being a ghost haunting an furniture shop and my parents talking to the shop keeper about buying me furniture to put in my grave so I’d have it in the afterlife (that sounds very ancient Egypt)

Playing on a playground with moon like gravity, so I’m bouncing around like I’m on the moon and then some super fast guy rushes me and stabs me to death

Taking my ferrets for a walk and they lead me to a car park where I run into my dad loading chickens into a pen in the back of his car

#dreams #dream interpretation #one time i dreamt #hypnos god #hypnos devotee #hypnos deity #hellenic pagan #hellenic polytheism #hellenic worship #hellenism #hellenic deities #greek mythology #cthonic gods #dream magic #dreaming

[shootingstarrfish]

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG MEL @melverie !!!!! <333

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

My grandma!

02 - When was the last time you cried?

...this morning in the car SHDJFJ i cry a lot anyway but i was thinking too deeply about Jack's Song by Cavetown this time HAHA

03 - Do you have kids?

Please gaze upon my darling children

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

I started playing basketball when I was about 10, but I haven't played since I was about 17? Not for any particular reason, I just haven't found anywhere I can play at (haven't looked much either LOL) this is making me wanna look into it again though :,D

Briefly played softball for about a year in high school, it was fun! I also enjoy cycling but I dont do that a whole lot. Did a bit of boxing during the singular year I had a gym membership, and learnt that I hate arm exercises with a passion but I love getting to kick things :D I'm also a freak, a weirdo even, who likes running hahaha

This is making me sound fit but unfortunately I spend 90% of my free time drawing fictional men so I don't do a whole lot of sport... ever......

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

NOT REALLY but people seem to think so sometimes? I don't know why lol

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

I dont, Im really unobservant HAHAH

The exception would be if someone has a really striking or unique feature

07 - What's your eye color?

Dark brown

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I'm a baby i can't do scary movies :,))

09 - Any talents?

At last I can talk about my one true hidden talent, doing a Mort impression

Is it a good impression? I have no idea, but I can do it

10 - Where were you born?

Oman! The only country in the world that starts with the letter O!

11 - What are your hobbies?

Drawing, shockingly, is the main one, but I also enjoy animation and clay sculpting! I recently got into plush making, I really wanna learn how to sew properly so I can make Belphie's big human world outfit jacket for myself lol

I needle felt and crochet sometimes but those are really time consuming and take forever so Im never patient enough to pick them up for long lol

At this stage I would also consider my general zine shenanigans to be a hobby too, I can't get enough of these silly things

12 - Do you have any pets?

Okay I'm gonna talk about them fr now so meet Pepper and Chilli <3333

This is Pepper, shes my darling little angel who could do no wrong, she's graceful and beautiful and way too smart for her own good and I love her so much <333

And this is Pepper's son, Chilli, whom you could never tell was her son if you weren't told cause he's nothing like her. He's very clumsy and not very smart but he's very cute and handsome so it makes up for it and I love him very much too <33

Not a single thought behind those eyes

13 - How tall are you?

Like 176 cm? Which I think is around 5'9 or so?

14 - Favourite subject in school?

If we ignore art LOL I enjoyed english quite a bit! I know apparently the big draw of math is that there's only ever 1 answer but I'm not a logic brained person so I don't like that very much. I'm a certified bullshitter, I like being able to say whatever I want as long as I can justify it

15 - Dream job?

To draw anime boys all day...

If I was to be realistic though I think a job where I can use art and be creative but in a way that doesn't take the fun out of regular art would be ideal? I don't know what that looks like though

Or something with animals

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I shall tag @aspiringtrashpanda, @kawree and @featheredcrowbones no pressure ofc lol

#tag game #THANK U AGAIN MEL <3333