#all in one very comfy and warm package

[persephonaae]

I was really feeling my outfit for class today actually, it had a very good thing going on

#it’s like. equal parts gardening subtle goth and greek #all in one very comfy and warm package #ootd #look at this dweeb

[the-faceless-bride]

141 Neighbors imagine

The boys have been in a relationship for a long time. They've all taken a small break from the feiled after Johnny almost dying... they have been staying in a small and sweet place, a nice flat for them to share.

And while not out on the feiled, they still worked overtime. And weren't home often; and when they were, they always just got some takeaway and loved each other before going to work the next morning.

You had noticed this; You had lived in the flat adjacent to the four hunks. You lived alone in your cute, comfy flat with your cat "Binks,".

You didn't like that they lived off cheap takeaway and three hours of sleep at most. So you decided to be a kind neighbor and give them a good home cooked meal. You made extra for dinner that night, packaging the warm meal and leaving it at their door with a small and short note.

John slowly walks to the door after hearing the soft 'tap tap tap' outside his door. His hand rested on the gun on his hip in case things went south after opening the door.

But nobody was there, he looked down and saw a small basket and a note. "W'as tha?" Johnny asked, coming up behind his former captian; picking up the small basket and bringing it into his lovers home.

"Trying to be a friendly neighbor, I noticed all the takeaway, and I thought you'd all enjoy a nice meal," a short note and nothing more. John didn't trust it, showing it to Simon and Kyle, and Simon agreed. It was too suspicious, Kyle wanted to think maybe their was a kind soul, but knowing their line of work, he wasn't sure.

"I don' kno 'bout ye, but I t'ink this 's delicious." The three men looking to their other lover and to their shock and horror he was munching away on the mysterious meal. "JOHNNY," Simon yelled in disappointment and fear, "well, how are you feeling?" Kyle asked, unsure if this was 100% safe.

"Feel great," the Scott says before taking another spoon full. Kyle shrugs, and they all settle into a comfortable silence as they eat the dinner from their friendly neighbor.

This becomes a normal occurrence. They hear a rapping on their door, and when they open the door, there is a meal waiting, but nobody there.

They didn't know who their friendly neighbor was, but they were thankful for the warm meals. However, one day Johnny came home after a last-minute grocery run and spots you.

Placing the basket on their door quickly knocking before rushing to your door and shushing your fluffy cat as it meows at your feet. Johnny found you cute, and he knew his lovers would love to know you too.

Sorry for the poorly written and rushed little imagine, I'm very tired and I just wanted to write this down before I forgot about it. Maybe make this a real fic later, it'll be written way better I promise.

#taskforce 141 #task force 141 #tf 141 #141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #poly 141 #cod imagine #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #kyle x reader #kyle x johnny #john price x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #poly 141 x reader

[heartririmu]

LUXIEM BOYS & READER ON THEIR PERIOD

pet names, gn afab reader. tw: blood mention & slightly suggestive content (shu and vox)

a/n: i just.. think they’re neat. this got super long bro LMAOOO. anyways periods suck ass hope y’all r well ily

Luca

— surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) very attentive and knowledgeable on what to do when your time of the month hits

— pads? tampons? he’d gotten those stocked up in bulk weeks in advance, don’t even worry babe. they come in all types of brands and even for specific needs (heavier flow, specific ones for overnight use, etc)

— he’s sending your favorite snacks and plushies of your favorite characters in a care package to your house in under an hour

— luca’s a good boy. he doesn’t get too upset if you need your space to deal with your pain, but he’s also one who wants to stay near you the entire time (something something overprotective puppy boy something something)

— also he’s got towels and such to put on the bed if you just wanna lay there and fight through your cramps that way

— heating pads? he’s got em. a warm water bottle? he’s also got that too! another way to warm up though is to just let him rest his hands against your tummy and hips, luca naturally runs very warm and it’s pretty soothing for your cramps

— stays with you as long as you need him to. he’ll be there to hold your hand and whisper comforting words as long as you need, mafia duties be damned because for the foreseeable week, luca is all yours

— “eh? work? don’t worry ‘bout that, i took the day off.. and maybe the rest of the week. you’re more important right now, alright? just relax, babe.”

Mysta

— he orders all the stuff you need via online, because he’d be too flustered to go out and buy them in person

— mysta knows what a period is and he understands the basics of it, however he does not like that it occurs monthly and he feels really bad that you have to experience it :(

— “seems kind of shit that your body wants you to have kids when you don’t want that. fuck periods, dude.”

— he cannot handle blood at all, he’d get so dizzy if he caught sight of it. if your relationship is still relatively new and you bleed onto the bed, you’re on your own for cleanup i’m sorry 😭

— he’s a sweet boy, really! it’s just he’s never really had to deal with that sort of thing before you?? it’s a new experience and it scares him sometimes

— if you want cuddles, then mysta is down 100%! anything you need to feel comfy and ease your pain he’ll do

— he runs naturally colder than others do, so if you need a heating pad he’ll get you a hot water bottle and other things like that instead.. but if you don’t mind his coolness then he’s all over you for some comforting snuggles

— when your cramps get so bad you cry he’s there to wipe your tears and hold you against him til they subside enough for you to move properly again

Ike

— ABSOLUTE KING! he takes care of everything like you legit do not even have to get up for most of the day bc he’s got you

— he brings any hygiene items you need to you directly, and he makes you food + warm drinks to soothe your cramps

— ike gets insanely flustered when buying pads or tampons for you, but he would do so anyways because he wants things to be as easy as possible for you

— HE READS TO YOU OMG!! he’d read some classic poetry or old children’s books.. something simple and soft toned that can put you to sleep

— he 110% refuses to let you do any work whilst you’re on your period. the pain is unbearable he’s sure, so you should rest instead of stressing yourself out with work!

— legit he does your work for you if it’s extremely pressing, ike would never allow you to work if you felt physically incapable

— “dearest, please. is it really that important for you to finish this document today? .. okay. let me see, i’ll finish it for you. go on and get some sleep, alright?”

— he makes sure to have an abundance of your favorite snacks and foods available for you whenever you want

— strokes your legs/hips to comfort you. he’s a touchy boy, but he doesn’t want to be overly affectionate just in case you don’t feel comfortable with being smothered

— also if you have mood swings or cry easily during your period, he’s the most equipped to deal w/ it

— like you start sobbing/tearing up, and ike is at your side IMMEDIATELY, cupping your face in his hands and wiping at your tears with his thumbs whilst cooing sweet words and shushing you

— “it’s alright, dearest. i know it’s uncomfortable, i’m sorry, i’ve got you. do you need anything? painkillers? on it.. you’ll have to let me go so i can grab them, though—”

Vox

— ough talk about being in good hands

— mans been alive for, well… forever? he knows a thing or two abt periods

— vox has stocked up on months worth of pads and tampons etc, all for your comfort

— he’s not super physical when you’re on your period unless you ask him to be? it’s not that he doesn’t want to touch you, it’s just that vox worries about causing you more pain somehow

— ^ illogical self deprecating thoughts about how he’s a demon and a monster, but he really can’t help it lol.. please reassure him that you want him to be near you :(

— he reads or sings to you if you’d like, his voice is such a big comfort ❤️ he could put you to sleep with it though so make sure you’re good to go for a small nap

— vox makes you anything you want to eat when you’re on your period btw, he likes spoiling you

— also like,, just a thought? imagine if he could smell your blood, so he realizes maybe a day or two before you actually start your period that it’s coming up

— (also you didn’t hear this from me but he gets kinda weirdly possessive of you when he smells your blood haha)

— he buys like an entirely new collection of plushies/pillows/soft things to sleep on? his mind basically goes “oh? body hurts? NESTING TIME”

Shu

— he somehow knows the schedule of your period better than you do? he tells you it’s because of “sorcerer magics” but you don’t know if you believe that

— he’s simultaneously insanely well prepared and completely caught off guard when it does happen though 💀

— pads? check. tampons? check. chocolate, your fave foods, comfort items? check check check

— however when you do start, shu’s calm and collected demeanor just shatters

— panic mode! baby boy is running around the flat, making sure everything is in order and that you’re as comfy cozy as physically possible!

— he’s not exactly experienced w periods? yk? so he’s nervy

— still, he’s super attentive like fuck 😭 he’s so sweet and gentle w/ you when you’re on your period that it’s kinda hot lmao

— shu’s naturally rather warm, his palms specifically are like heating pads

— imagine one of his hands just pressed firmly against your lower belly tho 😭 rubbing loving circles into your skin, being careful of his nails (fucking claws tbh). he’s not even meaning for it to be as suggestive of a gesture as it is,,,

— he gets flustered if you bring that to his attention.. he sorta laughs it off, even though his face is blazing and he’s avoiding eye contact

— “what?? nah, i’m just trying to help you with your cramps, i didn’t mean to make you feel like that or anything— but, if you uh.. need some help, then…?”

— just saying shu’s down to comfort you in any way that you want him to ;)

#x reader #fanfic x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem x you #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en x reader #tw periods #period tw #period fic #shu yamino x reader #ike eveland x reader #vox akuma x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader

[faghubby]

baby it's cold outside

"I have an idea, it you have an open mind" I told Paul. He had just gotten a new job. It paid well but it was outside and he had froze today. We had no money even for long underwear.

"You could wear a pair of my tights, they are very warm" I told him.

"I don't think" he started.

"Try them at least" I begged him. "What harm could they cause"

The next morning I helped him put on dark blue thick tights. They looked funny with his boxers underneath.

"They are kinda comfy" Paul admitted but I could see he was uncomfortable with his boxers crumpled up.

"Really?" I questioned

"Well my legs feel great" Paul admitted.

"You could wear them under your boxers" I suggested. He reluctantly nodded and took everything off and put the tights on first.

"they make you look bigger" i teased cupping his package. He quickly got dressed. As I packed his lunch. I didn't think about it again until Paul came home. He came up behind me as I was making dinner. And grabbed me. He turned off the stove and carried me to the bedroom. I smiled when I saw his erection he fucked me with a passion we had not had in months. After I got up and finished dinner.

"Do you have another pair of tights I can wear?" Paul asked as we ate.

"Yes, but they are purple" I warned him

"That okay they feel wonderful and kept me so warm" Paul told me. Paul wore tights everyday. I would wash them everyday. It was worth it they also made him hornier then ever. He got paid on Friday and I suggested he go buy some long underwear.

"It could wait till next week, if it's not to much trouble for you to wash them everyday" Paul said "we could go out this week"

"No trouble as long as you think it's really okay" I wanted to make sure he was really okay with it.

"Yes, now come with me" he grabbed my hand and took me to the bedroom again.

"Everyday when you come home this week" I teased. Paul didn't answer but kept the tights on as he fucked me.

I grabbed his ass. He seemed to moan more as I rubbed him thru the tights.

"You know it would be alright if you wanted to keep wearing tights, especially if it makes you so horny" I teased as I pulled the tights over his cock when he was finished.

"I um, it's not like that" Paul stuttered as I rubbed his soft cock thru the tights. I leaned down and licked his cock.

"I have other things you might like to try, even softer" I told him. E was hard again.

"Jamie, please" Paul begged as I teased.

"How about these" I said as I pulled out a pair of my satin panties I pulled his cock out from the tights and rubbed my panties against his cock. I thought he would cum right then. I pulled the tights up quick and rubbed him he pumped his load into the tights. I was so turned on but Paul was spent. I grabbed his hand and slid it down. He played with my clit. I wanted to feel his tounge but he had just cum inside me, Paul teased me. I loved thinking about how his fingers where now coated in his own cum. I came to his fingers.

Paul continued to wear the tights everyday. Although he settled alittle not needing sex everyday. But it also made sex all that more exciting.

"Paul I have a fantasy." I said one night after we had sex.

"Oh" Paul smiled as it peaked hisinterest.

"I always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman" i told him.

"Really?" Paul said excited

"Well it's just a fantasy "I explained. I kissed him letting him dream about that. The week ended and we found ourselves in the store buying long underwear. Bit as we walked past a display of pantyhose. I noticed Paul paying special attention to it.

"Paul" I said pulling him close and speaking softly. "Would you rather we got you some more tights instead?" I smiled.

I knew the answer before he answered and was already looking for thick tights. I also picked up a pair of sheer pantyhose. I had picked up three more pairs of thick tights and a pair of nude pantyhose.

"These will feel amazing" I told Paul. I noticed as he drove that he was excited.

I rubbed his leg.

"Would you like to try some other things?" I asked. "Dress up like my lesbian lover?" I teased my macho blue collar husband. But he was even more excited. At home I didn't push the issue. Just letting him think about it. Weeks went by as we continued to play with the tights and even the pantyhose. Which drove Paul crazy with excitement. I suggested other things. Satin panties even a satin camisole. He was reluctant but agreed to try.

"Let me see" I begged. Paul was under the covers with the lights off. Refused to let me see him in my pink satin nightie with matching panties. And pink stockings. I turned on the light and pulled back the blanket. His cock was throbbing a wet spot already appeared in the panties.

"You look so hot" I crawled next to him. I took the lead I was on top I rode his cock. Fucked him. I was in control. I teased his nipples. I came so quick. I slid down and took his cock in my mouth. Easily tasting my own fluids as well as him. I rubbed my finger against his asshole. He didn't stop me. I got brave and slipped a finger into his ass. As I did he pumped his load down my throat.

After that Paul was hooked, he started coming to bed dressed in my panties. He got easily embarrassed if I tried to discuss it. Instead he let me take the lead, let me lead him. He liked it when I played with his ass, I added my vibrator to the play. First holding against he crotch. Then worked it into his ass later.

"Paul, you should stop pretending and start wearing panties all the time" I told him one morning. He blushed deep red. But without a word put on a pair of white panties with a pink lace border. Paul had changed, he had become much more agreeable, down right submissive to me. Although outside of the bedroom he was still his tough strong man.

"My little lebian lover" I called him. Paul still fucked me. But seemed to prefer when I fucked him. Paul asked more and more in his own way for me to be in charge. It all came to a head one night when he had invited a friend from work over fordinner. I had never met Tim before that night.

"It is a pleasure to meet you" Tim stated. Tim was alot like Paul. Or at least like Paul was. But it surprised me when Tim pulled me into his lap as I went to clear some dishes. I looked straight at Paul. Who seemed excited rather then concerned.

"Paul tells me you need a good fuck" Tim said as his hand gropped my ass. I went to slap him but he laughed.

"You can say no" Tim smiled. I looked over and saw Paul rubbing himself thru his pants.

"Take our your cock Paul, stroke it for me" I said. Paul stood and dropped his pants he wore a pink thong. His cock popping out of the waistband.

"Your little bitch wears panties?" Tim said but wasn't surprised. Tim reached under my dress and removed my panties. I bent over the table as Tim pulled out his cock. As Paul jerked off. Tim drove his cock deep into my now very wet pussy. He fucked me as Paul watched.

"Paul told me all about how he liked when you fucked him. I don't think you should let him inside you anymore though." Tim was about the same size as Paul. But with Paul watching I came so quick. When Tim finished he thanked me for dinner and dessert. While Paul licked my used cunt clean. I assured him Tim was invited back very soon.

[asnowfern]

I Take Care of Papa Too

A/N: What? It's almost Sunday noon where I am? Sorry, I can't hear you over the fluff I wrote for Day 7 of @cassianappreciationweek

Enjoy!

In hindsight, Cassian knew that he would be facing tough days ahead of him the minute Alea sneezed in his face mere moments after Nesta left for her diplomatic mission in the human lands. Within a few hours, Cassian was blessed with the full package of a cranky, coughing, sneezing and feverish toddler.

The House was a godsend, giving him periodic reminders of mealtimes and to monitor her temperature. By the second night, Alea's fever had broken and he could collapse with exhaustion and relief.

Cassian had faced down armies and feared Fae generals but the courage it takes to force feed his daughter medication? That was something even the infamous Illyrian commander was afraid of.

"Papa?" A sweet voice pulled him out of his self-rewarded nap, continuing at his noncommittal hum, "Alea wants to go fly!"

Cassian groaned slightly, blinking his eyes open, "Now?"

"Fly!" She repeated in a tone which accorded no arguments.

He pushed through the heaviness settling in his bones and scooped his daughter up, looking into a matching pair of hazel eyes.

Trying his luck, he asked, "Can papa take a nap first?"

Flecks of green and gold danced in the young fae's mischievous eyes, her little wings tucking in as she answered resolutely, "No. Let's go fly now!"

Heaving a loud mock sigh, Cassian carried the both of them to the balcony and activated the shield with a tap on his siphon, "Get ready"

The wide toothy smile on Alea's face was all he needed as he launched them up in the air, his daughter tucked firmly in his arms. Relishing every excited yelp and giggle from the toddler, Cassian tuned out the discomfort in his joints and the pounding in his head as they soared over Velaris.

Cassian's heart ached at the thought that one day, Alea's own wings would grow strong enough and she would no longer need her papa to carry her to fly over the city. Tugging her in closer and tighter, he flew higher and faster, knowing just how much his daughter loved those.

It was hence a surprise when his daughter piped up, her eyes suddenly bright and wide, "Home."

He paused in mid-air and turned a concerned gaze on her, "You want to go home?"

The young fae's lips trembled as she said shakily, "Want to go home."

Cassian frowned, worry brewing in his belly as he launched them on a direct path back to the House of Wind. Did he go too fast? Was it too soon after she had barely recovered? Should he call for Madja?

His feet had barely touched the floor before Alea jumped off his arms, running as fast as her little legs could towards the kitchen. The Illyrian followed closely, the unease in him building with every step.

He watched as the toddler snatched up a cup, spell-proofed against shattering, and filled it with water. She thrusted the full cup at him, the water splashing slightly onto the floor.

"Drink," she commanded.

Cassian's fingers closed around the glass and lifted it to his mouth, taking a small sip. His eyes never once left his daughter.

"Papa, drink!" She ordered, her mouth set in a grim line highly reminiscent of her mother.

Once the glass had been drained, chubby hands wrapped around his hand and pulled him towards his room. She stood at the foot of his bed, jutting out her chin as she leveled the same authoritative stare at her father. It would have been effective if it wasn't so darn cute.

"Sleep!"

Cassian felt the edges of his mouth quirk up as he let his daughter usher him into bed and pull a blanket over him.

"Comfy?" She patted the covers around him, asking a question often asked to her.

"Very," he soothed, "but aren't you going to join me?"

"Papa is warm! Papa needs to sleep!" She declared.

Cassian's chest warmed and melted, "Papa is ok, sweet pea. Why don't you join me? Alea is sick too."

"No," her lips puckered into a pout, mini fingers continuing to smoothen the covers, "Alea takes care of papa too."

Hoisting his heavy arms over the blanket, Cassian pulled his protesting daughter into bed with him, murmuring softly into soft golden brown curls, "Papa gets better with hugs."

"Really?" The small skeptical voice asked.

"Yes," he insisted sleepily, the pull of the soft mattress impossible to resist.

***

The scent of his favourite stew wafted over, rousing him awake. He smiled at the golden thread thrumming contently in his chest. Sure enough, his beautiful mate in all her stern braided glory sat next to him, her fingers thumbing through a page of her book.

"Alea?"

"Asleep in her room," she replied, not taking her eyes off the book.

"You came back early," he remarked.

Nesta snapped her book shut, settling it at the bedside table. She turned her silvery blue eyes on him, "My babies are sick. How could I stay away for too long?"

"Alea said she will take care of me," he said, unable to turn off the slightly smug tone in his voice.

"Of course," his mate replied matter-of-factly as a smile played on her lips and she carded slender fingers through his curls, "that's what we do in this household."

#cassianappreciationweek2023 #Day 7 : Free #cassian #nessian #nessian fic

[fromthepinnacle2thepit]

hihi <3 can I request some headcanons for mountain with a s/o (gn) who is just,, chronically fatigued because I am,, going through it rn :(

exhausted but can never sleep, joint problems, forgetfulness, clumsy

all those kinds of things if you don't mind <33 have a great day !!

𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 hc

pairings: mountain ghoul x gn! reader

warnings: descriptions of pain (from joint problems), frustration

authors note: hello! i tried to do a little research on chronic fatigue before i wrote this! if it’s inaccurate i apologize. this is also my first time writing for a ghoul! and i don’t know a bunch about mountain so i really tried! anyways, enjoy!! take care of yourself!

• Ok so i think mainly his way of taking care of you is just doing things completely unexpectedly and really without much of an explanation.

• like think about it-

• you’re laying on the couch one day, heating pad on the joints that hurt the most

• AND BOOM

• mountain appears out of nowhere with a steamy warm cup of herbal tea

• and yes, he did research on how the certain herbs would help, what their health benefits were, and if they were of help to people with chronic fatigue

• or one day, you’re around doing chores, but you’re dropping things and your muscles feel so sore

• THEN ONCE AGAIN BOOM

• Mountain is there, giving you muscle exercises to try to help, and offering a massage

• if you’re having a day where it’s really bad, and it’s hard to get out of bed, he will…

• BOOM

• you guessed it!

• he’ll show up with a care package. it’s filled with loose and comfy clothing, a large water bottle, a weighted blanket (if it helps), an ice pack, and a extra heating bad

• then some of his own clothes

• ALSO if you have muscle pain that lessens when you put warmth on it (like heating pads), cuddling with him would help a lot

• in my opinion, ghouls would be SUPER warm, like furnaces. huge furnaces.

• so if you cuddle with him, it might help.

• if you have really bad muscle pain that can get so bad it causes mobility issues, he’ll try to get you a shower chair, and he’ll gently wash your hair for you, or help you in any way

• he’ll make sure you’re getting plenty of rest

• if you can’t sleep, he’ll stay with you. he’ll help you with tasks if you didn’t feel up to doing them

• if you’re feeling really down about things, he’ll remind you that it’s ok to be clumsy, and that you’re not being lazy. he’s proud of you, and wants you to be as comfortable as possible.

authors note: hello! i’m so sorry if i portrayed chronic fatigue incorrectly in any way! i do not know very much about it, but i did try, and did research. if i was incorrect or used any stereotypes i deeply apologize and would like correction! thank you!! take care of yourselves!

#ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #mountain ghost #mountain x reader #mountain ghoul x reader #mountain ghoul fluff #mountain ghoul ghost #mountain nameless ghoul #chronic fatigue #chronic fаtiguе ѕуndrоmе #ghouls x reader #nameless ghoul x reader

[sugarcloudsky]

Uh,is this where i can request x readers if yes could i have a capsiacin x reader who is gets worried quite easily and is gets extremly worried for capsiacin after the 2nd trial

-gae anon

「By Your Side」

character: capsaicin cookie

wc: 1.3k

cws: mentions of fires, reader is described to be sick but the illness is not graphic, very slight prune juice x kouign amann, if you squint

had a lot of fun with this one, although it took me forever to proofread LOL

Oh man, this was bad— this was really bad. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know how to react. All you could do was run, run as fast as your legs could carry you. No matter how much your legs cried for you to rest, you pressed on, running, running.

Continuing as your lungs began to give up on you. Continuing as you stumbled and tripped, barely able to save yourself from falling onto the hard concrete. Continuing as you began to wheeze and cough violently into your face mask. Continuing as dark and upsetting scenarios began to play in your mind. You could do nothing but simply shake away those thoughts and keep running.

Today was a mess, which was only the lightest you could put it.

First of all, you were sick with a fever. It was an unfortunate event, you caught the fever after recently visiting some distant relatives. So, that sucked. Not to mention, the yearly Triple Cone Cup event was quickly approaching, and your partner, Capsaicin Cookie, was chosen to be the representative for Scovillia. You were upset at the fact that you wouldn’t be able to attend the event and cheer on your lover, being too sick to go. And plus, you didn’t really want to get others sick too, so that was that.

So, against your wishes to see your partner in action, you stayed back in his dorm, huddled up in his comfy bed, with a cute little care package he so lovingly crafted and left for you on the bedside. He insisted to you that he didn’t mind you staying back, as you had a good reason to anyway. That still didn’t stop you from feeling guilty about it, though. Alas, you had to remain there, with your only company being the many stuffed bears you had gifted to Capsaicin several times prior.

There was a solution, though!

You could easily watch the event broadcasted live on tv! So although it wasn’t as good as actually being there, it was still good enough. After all, you mostly just wanted to watch Capsaicin Cookie participate in the trials. You were disappointed about not being there, but eventually you thought, eh, it can’t be so bad.

And then, the second trial happened.

After watching the first trial go off without a hitch, you were able to watch the event mostly stress-free. You snuggled into the warm blankets and stuffed bears, (while also noting that they smelled a lot like Capsaicin) watching as Parfaedia claimed the victory of the first trial.

The second trial, however, was a lot different.

This trial required the three school’s representatives to venture into a forest, and eventually, a hall of magic mirrors. It was quite odd, and quite nerve wracking, as you were unable to see what the competitors had to deal with within.

After many moments of anxiety, the Crème Knights were next to claim the victory, but that celebration was short-lived. As it was revealed that the hall of mirrors belonging to the Scovillia representative— had caught fire.

Immediately, rescue gelatos had been dispatched to help save Capsaicin Cookie, who was presumably still trapped inside the flames.

Watching this all go down made your heart jump into your throat, and your hands began to clam up. At first, there was only disbelief, but soon you realized, this was real. So, against your weak body’s pleas, you clumsily stumbled upwards, before forcing your legs to run.

It burned, but you didn’t care, you just needed to make sure—!

You needed to make sure Capsaicin Cookie was okay…!

As you approached the colosseum, you could barely make out a crowd gathering around something. You attempt to peek over everyone’s heads, trying to see what or who was in the center of the mass of cookies, but to no avail.. until you finally notice the familiar bright red hair. Your eyes widen immediately, and you begin to push and squeeze past the crowd desperately.

“CAPSAICIN COOKIE!”

Many heads are turned to you, but you ignore them as best as you can. You cry his name once again, which finally gets his attention. He looks around, looking for the source of the person calling his name, before his eyes stop at you, and he freezes.

He watches as you push past the group of cookies, before nearly tackling him to the ground with a hug. Your arms were wrapped around him tight, seemingly not wanting to let go any time soon. Instead of immediately squeezing the life out of you in return, he simply wraps his arms around you in a meek manner, a bit frazzled.

He can’t believe that you’re here right now. He takes in how disheveled you are, how you’re still wearing your messy and wrinkled pajamas. He wants to say something, but he doesn’t know what to say. But before he can utter anything, you cut him off.

“I was— I was so worried! W—when I saw what happened, I—” You can’t even get a full sentence out properly, frantically stumbling over your words. Exhaling shakily, you settle with holding him tight, nuzzling your face into his chest. He simply allows you to hold him, patting your head softly.

Capsaicin’s face is still pulled into a grimace, as he stands silently, unmoving. With all the eyes on him, he couldn’t move. He felt like he couldn’t face anyone right now, not after what just happened.

Kouign Amann Cookie, who had been there with Prune Juice Cookie as well, takes notice of Capsaicin Cookie’s tenseness. Kouign Amann was the one who helped pull Prune Juice and Capsaicin to safety. Wanting to help calm Capsaicin at least a bit, she nudges Prune Juice’s arm gently, hoping he would get the hint.

“Well,” Kouign Amann calls suddenly, waving her hand, “This trial has weighed heavily on the three of us. We would truly appreciate it if you all could leave us alone for a moment.”

Prune Juice nods wordlessly, his signature closed-eye smile present on his face. Capsaicin’s muscles relax, even just slightly. He looks over at Kouign Amann, and she sends him a caring smile.

Finally, the crowd begins to dissipate, leaving the four cookies to stand alone, in a heavy silence. None of them seem to know what to say or do in such a situation. That is until this time, Prune Juice speaks up, turning to Kouign Amann.

“Shall we join the crowd, Miss Crème Knight?” He quietly jokes to her with an almost cheeky grin, and Kouign Amann smiles.

“We shall.” She bows in a joking manner, before patting Capsaicin on the arm in a comforting manner and waving goodbye to the both of you.

This finally left just you and Capsaicin Cookie alone.

You didn’t move at all. You didn’t say anything else. You only wanted to remain in his arms, holding him with a vice grip, as if he would disappear from your arms if you ever let go.

He looks down at you, guilty for making you come out this far, and even just making you worry at all. He wants to say so much to you, apologize, comfort you, talk to you, but, all he can muster is a pathetic “sorry.”

You don’t reply, you only hum quietly in acknowledgement. It almost comes out as a whine as you meekly whisper to him,

“Can we just go home now?”

Capsaicin almost feels his heart stop when he sees the tears in your eyes.

Breathing unevenly, he hugs you closer and thinks to himself. That's right.. he’ll feel better once he gets home and takes a long nap in his soft bed, right? And especially if you’re there, then…

“…Okay.”

The walk back to the Scovillia dorms was quiet, maybe a bit too quiet. You held his arm firmly, eyes glued to the ground in front of you as you two trudged quietly, a gloomy mood surrounding the both of you.

For the rest of the day, you did not leave Capsaicin’s side.

#cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #fanfiction #cookie run x you #cookie run #crk #x reader #capsaicin cookie x reader #capsaicin cookie

[johannestevans]

so important for the twink who's been lusting over his middle-aged oblivious het work colleague to finally just break and he like Hey real quick can I suck your cock

and colleague, who's never received a BJ or tbh a compliment before, including from his ex wife, to be like. huh?

like I'm just thinking and average looking guy who's a little too into his work and isn't great at charming people, he's blunt and a little bland

doesn't feel great about his appearance bc he's not too tall and he's stocky and pudgy and he's not got the big chiseled jaw

meanwhile this twink is. fucking salivating at the DILF supreme with his big strong hands and his weighted body and his hairy chest and his thick thighs and the way his eyes crinkle at the edges when he smiles

and the colleague is like but??? aren't you very gorgeous? by gay guy standards? can't you, um. do better? bc even women aren't particularly attracted to me, at least, they've never said

and the twink is like. ok well they're insane, open your jeans

idk im thinking about the particular het culture where autistic guys especially get overlooked dating wise anyway, but also some cishet women just never compliment their partners' appearances even just to say "looking handsome!" bc they think feeling attractive is for women only

and then you have. twink.

who's just a little drunk and/or stoned and horny and is just like Please, based on the rest of the package here, I'm assuming your dick is great

and the guy is like there is??? no package available

and twink like???? you have nice hair, your eyes are gorgeous and you have that cute crinkle and the dimples, you have strong shoulders and I've watched you lift stuff, you could definitely lift ME, and you're hairy which is HOT and you've got great legs

is your lap comfy

and colleague blustering and red faced but it doesn't occur to him to refuse when the twink gestures to his lap, and he's WARM and his hands are sliding down his neck and his thumbs are on his jaw, and colleague isn't attracted to guys but… this is NICE

esp twink kissing him and colleague trying to kiss back and twink being like EW stop that stop that right now what the fuck.

and colleague like oh I'm so sorry fuck i--

and twink all, kiss like i show you, don't be so liberal with the tongue

and they're kissing and it… it actually feels NICE? it feels good? especially bc the twink is grinding down in his lap and colleague is like 😳😳😳 bc he's hard and also he's 44 and just got Educated in Kissing Properly which he didn't know you could even do wrong

twink getting to his knees and colleague trying to be like oh no no you don't have to--

and twink like, i absolutely have to do this and might die if i don't. are you okay with killing me

and colleague like. I'm. I'm pretty sure you won't die from not sucking me off

and the twink like, alan, you didn't even know which month was pride month, so why would you be that confident about me sucking dick and whether i would die or not

and colleague just

twink on his knees and colleague who's never considered himself much of a stud and sometimes has a hard time getting off absolutely losing his mind

because the twink is doing things with his mouth and tongue and HANDS he's never imagined

and he's tugging at his balls and twisting his grip a bit on the base of his cock and dragging his tongue against this one really sensitive spot on the side of his cock head and just

liquefying his brains

esp if they finish and the twink is like that was great

and goes home

and colleague is just like. that was mind blowing but am i a bad person if I'm not gay but I want to do that again? shouldn't i blow him back? to be polite???

and being so nervous and shy about wanting to invite the twink for more casual sex, but every time the twink suggests it he's like YES YES ABSOLUTELY and then is anxious he's too eager and that it's disrespectful or unkind

MEANWHILE the twink keeps saying he's such a daddy and that he's cute and hot and handsome and that's amazing but also the sex is so… affirming and NICE

the first time sex hasn't been stressful for felt like a chore

and the twink won't let him suck him off bc he's like. no babe I know you want to reciprocate but this is an acquired taste and in my expert opinion it's not for you

so he tries to fuck the twink as vigorously as possible when they try anal

and the. the benefit of his ED is that his stamina means fucking harder for. longer

than the twink expected

and the twink just fucking dizzy and mindless with cock after like oh my god????? you ruined me? do it agajn!?

I'm just obsessed with the dynamic of the twink who's. a lot more confident and experienced, but also very much at home with casual sex between friends

whereas the colleague is having a moderate identity crisis

because he's still not gay! he's pretty sure he's not attracted to men, including this one! but the sex is really good? does that make him a bad person, shouldn't he let the twink KNOW?

and he does and the twink is like… yeah? duh? would you like to try prostate stimulation

you don't have to but i think you'd like it

and colleague is all like, you… fuck me?

and the twink falling over laughing like, ME? top? top YOU? oh no we're great friends but I'm too lazy. no i meant I'd finger you while sucking you off

and the colleague just lying there after, dazed and starry-eyed, like. maybe we should get married

and the twink just like. Alan how has your ex wife not taught you to be more discerning about proposals? also i am NOT the marrying kind

anyway i think it would be good if the twink started introducing him to hot chicks he knows, that will top as well as bottom and that also just? Will make a man feel good?

esp if Alan is just embarrassingly smitten and goes OTT on flowers and gifts and she's like 😳

and i think the ideal for this is the colleague kind of clearing his throat at his wedding like. uh. i invited. i invited a guy. for you. he's just come out and he's like 45 and he's--

the twink is like, alan, please, say no more. point him and the coat closet out in that order

the twink, drunk, after, sitting in the lap of his new conquest: this is dave he's the sacrifice Alan made at the altar of my bussy in exchange for my services

Alan: this is a very unorthodox wedding toast

twink: HAPPINESS TO THE BRIDE AND GROOM

#long post

[illfoandillfie]

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 24

This idea came to me after seeing about a hundred reels on insta about guys in grey sweatpants lmao, so i wrote it.

Warnings: minimal editing ofc, making out, mostly pretty cute but quite a lot of dick talk

Ben had stuck the heating on but it was still getting warmed up, a slight chill through the house. The two of you were rugged up on the couch with some mulled wine Ben had decided to make, a gingerbread scented candle burning in the kitchen making the whole place smell festive, and a Christmas variety show playing in the background. The tree was lit up, perhaps unnecessarily considering it wasn’t yet night but the sky outside was grey, threatening to snow. Almost a cliched holiday scene. There was a pile of presents underneath, opne you’d have to load into the car in the morning since they were mostly for parents and siblings, uncles and aunts. Tomorrow would be chaotic since you were intending to visit both his and your families – lunch with one dinner with another – but that wasn’t new. Since your very first holiday with Ben, Christmas had been like that. It only took a couple of years for the two of you to declare Christmas Eve your day. Just the two of you, getting into the holiday spirit and probably making out a little.  

Tradition dictated that you each got to open one present on Christmas Eve. Usually, the silliest thing you’d got each other. You’d save the bigger, more impressive stuff for opening with everyone else, but there was always something smaller, something goofier that you could exchange the day before. Ben sorted through the pile under the tree until he pulled out a smallish square box, wrapped up in paper with candy canes printed on it.   “Merry Christmas Eve, babe,” he said softly, handing it to you with a small kiss.   You tore into it excitedly, revealing the box which claimed to contain a galaxy projector, “Oh my god Ben! This is so cool!”  He gave you a pleased little grin, “I thought you’d like it.”  You fussed about getting it out of the box and plugging it in as Ben set to opening the package you’d given him.   “Oh score, babe! I needed new trackies” Ben said, holding up the grey sweatpants you’d bought him.  You giggled, “no problem honey.”  “Am I old? I just got ridiculously excited about what I definitely would have considered a boring present as a kid. Does that make me old?”  “Aww honey, no. They’re very hip and cool. All the hot young things are buying them for their guys. The internet tells me so.”  “What are you on about?”  “You haven’t seen those insta reels? The memes about how hot guys in grey trackies are?”  “Ummm no. Oh god maybe I really am old.”  You snorted, “If you put them on I can explain what the memes are. But no undies okay?”  “And that will make me young? Sounds crazy but okay, they look really fucking comfy.” 

In the time it took for Ben to go and change you managed to get the galaxy projector working. It wasn’t quite as good as the box implied but it was cute and you liked how it looked.  “Woah, hey, that’s pretty cool.” Ben said, stairing up at the stars on the ceiling, “I thought it was gonna be a bit shitter to be honest.”  You were placing the projector on the coffee table, laughing, but as you turned you nearly choked. The memes had been right, it was hot. You could see practically everything.   Ben was oblivious to your staring, “Babe you did so well, these are so comfy I love them.” He did a bit of a turn in them, letting you see his ass for a moment before the outline of his cock was back in front of your eyes.   “Honey why don’t you come sit,” you patted the couch beside you.  Ben seemed a little surprised but he obliged.  “In fact, why don’t you put your feet up,” you scooted off the couch so Ben had space to stretch out.  “Uhhh, yeah alright. Don’t you want to sit too though?”  “Oh I will,” you let Ben get settled before pouncing, straddling him and leaning in to kiss him.  Ben hummed into the kiss, his arms automatically wrapping around you and pulling you close.   “Not sure what that was about,” he said softly when you finally broke apart, “but I’m not complaining. Just tell me what I did to get you so horny, so I can do it again.”  “Did you not look at yourself in a mirror when you changed into these pants?”  “No,”  “So you didn’t realise how visible your dick is?”  “Is it?”  You laughed, “This isn’t helping make you seem less old. That’s what the memes are about and I can tell you they’re spot on. I’ve been staring at your cock since you changed.”  “Oh, wel-”  “Shh, don’t say anything else, it’ll only distract from making out.”  Ben groaned as you rocked forward, his cock pressed against your cunt, “Yeah okay, good plan. 

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2023 #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine

[periprose]

Snippet of the Peter italy fic if you feel comfy w posting any of it? 🙏💕

Here's the link to the original post describing the WIP in case you've never heard of it

what a lovely idea, anon! I would just like to say for context- this is very early on in the fic, and Peter wonders why you don't seem to care about him anymore. Snippet below, and continues past the keep reading mark:

Peter has never considered you not his best friend, and the fact that you might as well be pulling away from him now, possibly forever, makes him feel sick to his stomach. How can he rectify the issue when he doesn’t know what it is?

He’s been lying on his bed, throwing a tennis ball up at his ceiling, and then catching it. The repetitive motion usually allows Peter to turn the cogs and gears in his mind, but… Dr. Octavius had him working days and nights for the last six months, so Peter’s head just isn’t in the right space.

He thinks about the timeline, as he often does.

Peter met you in second grade at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. In Ms. Grey’s class- she was a pretty redhead, and Peter would often wistfully think about marrying her in the way that a second grader has a crush on their teacher- until, of course, he and you witnessed Logan and her in a very passionate embrace at a school dance, sometime in the fourth grade.

Peter shudders. 

Then around… the summer break where you were both nine years old, you headed to Florence, Italy. Just you, Logan, (not your mom as that was a touchy subject for everyone, and to this day, Peter has no idea who your mom even is), Aunt May, Uncle Ben, and Peter. It was really special- vacations were not something Logan or May or Ben could typically afford- but it was a seasonal package offered from Logan’s teaching job, and it included all five potential members of a family. 

Logan and Ben were drinking buddies, and they liked playing poker together, much to the chagrin of May, but she would sometimes join in too. Peter was- is- your best friend, and so it seemed obvious to Logan that the five of you should go. 

And every year, every summer break, from the ages of nine to just eighteen, you would go to Florence together. As you went every year, traditions would be formed, bonds would be stronger, and everyone would feel relaxed as the Italian sunsets warmed your bodies and minds.

Peter has many fond memories from those times. You and him would always sit next to each other on the plane, and watch movies for the whole duration for the flight, even if Logan would tell you guys that you needed to sleep at some point.

Then, because the bus taking you to Florence would drive from the Naples airport to your hotel there- you would always get Neapolitan pizza, and split it together. And there was always basil-mint gelato to be had, too.

Then, swimming on the lovely, warm beaches of Italy, and maybe some sightseeing- there’s a lot of gorgeous, religious art there. You also loved walking down the cobblestone streets of Florence with Peter- chasing random things that caught your eyes, and taking loads of pictures. He wasn’t religious at all, but he enjoyed visiting the churches by your side. You also went out of your way to hike a lot, through Italy’s marvelous architecture and fields. You visited a winery, even though when you went, you were both a little too young to officially drink, but Logan let you guys have a sip anyways.

Peter smiles to himself. One of his favourite memories was the year you both were thirteen- starting out into the world of teenagers- and you had just started your period. It was not a good time for you, and you were clearly very grumpy about it. He gave you a heating pad, and pain medication, and didn’t go swimming until your period was over, so you could go together. You had been so happy when he told you that- and you hugged him so tight, he’s been chasing that feeling ever since.

When you began high school, you brought all your textbooks and things with you on the trip that year- even though Logan, May and Ben called you a bunch of nerds- and studied for your exams together. Peter was glad to have you as a study buddy, because Harry slacked a lot and Peter didn’t want that kind of behaviour influencing him. MJ was pretty good at studying, too, but if Harry asked her to go out, she was the type to just give up.

There was that really sweet time that you and Peter went to the aquarium and watched a group of baby turtles swim together. And you bought a pair of turtle keychains- it’s still dangling off of his work bag. 

There was also that absolutely hilarious time that Peter heard you screaming in your motel room- you both must’ve been 15 at that point- and he leapt in there to see you coming out of the bathroom, still in your first bikini. Peter tried not to be a creep about this- but he was a nerdy 15 year old and it was difficult to avert his eyes from any young, budding, almost developed-woman- and he stared at you, face reddening, before you stammered out about a large spider in the bathroom. It was quite large, and he managed to catch it and get rid of it.

Peter remembers that you grabbed his arm in relief, and then let go, stuttering about how you needed to change your clothes, and he tried not to freak out over that mental image at the time. He snorts about it now- what a silly young kid he used to be.

He wonders why he still feels like one. Isn’t he twenty-six years old? How does he fix things?

You began to pull away, around eleventh and twelfth grade. It became easier for you to say that you were busy with something, and Peter was not the type to really push you back then. You started ignoring his calls- and his pestering about whether or not you wanted to go get pizza, like you usually always did on Saturdays. Did you even still like Neapolitan style pizza?

The last time he really remembered that you had a good time with him was the last trip to Florence- in the summer break at the end of twelfth grade- and after that, Logan no longer received the benefits for the trip, and you two were both on your way to university, anyways.

Peter sighs. He went to Empire State- and you, NYU. And that was where you guys began to drift quite quickly. People get busy, of course, and university took up everyone’s time. He just never thought you would let go of him like that. He misses you, a lot, to the point where he’s had dreams in which you’re just around him again, smiling. 

Peter doesn’t know if he’ll get over this.

#tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker x you #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter parker fic #tasm!peter fic #tasm!peter fluff #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #tasm!peter angst #fic: florence #fic snippet #wip #work in progress

[maybeimamuppet]

for she's a jolly good fellow

hello everyone!! i hope you’re having an amazing day!! 

this is for @masterajoy314 who requested a first holiday fic! i kinda wiggled it into a birthday thing bc. i wanted to. so. tada!! 

tw for

mentioned child abuse

and as always if i need to add one please let me know!

enjoy!!

—————

The sixth of July begins like any other day. 

Matilda tries to stamp down her disappointment at this fact. It’s not as if this day has been much cause for celebration in the past. 

But it is still her birthday. 

She’d hoped for at least some acknowledgement of the fact now that she lives with Miss Honey. Maybe forgetting birthdays is just something adults do. 

“Matilda! Breakfast!” Miss Honey calls from downstairs. Matilda hauls herself out of bed, pausing to look in the mirror in the hallway. She doesn’t look much older. 

She pads morosely down the stairs and towards the kitchen. 

Matilda gasps when she sees it all done up with gold and blue streamers, balloons, and confetti; complete with Miss Honey standing by the table with a huge, delicious looking waffle with a candle in the middle. 

“Happy birthday, darling,” she greets with one of those so-gentle smiles that just warms Matilda to her very core. “Come on, make a wish!” 

Matilda knows she doesn’t need to. This is above and beyond anything she could’ve wished for. Miss Honey gasps as she runs up and throws her arms around her waist. “Thank you.” 

Miss Honey puts her breakfast down and gently holds her closer. Her hands are soft as they rest on the back of Matilda’s head and massage her shoulders with the gentlest of touches. “Of course, love. Happy birthday.” 

There’s a few presents for Matilda waiting to be opened with breakfast. She happily blows out the candle on her waffle and digs in after piling it with strawberries and deliciously sweet syrup. 

“How would you like to celebrate?” Miss Honey asks as she starts eating her own breakfast. “I didn’t make any plans, I wasn’t sure what you’d like to do today.” 

“I dunno,” Matilda responds. 

“We could have your friends over for a while,” Miss Honey suggests to get the inspiration flowing. “You could invite them ‘round for dinner and a few games after school. Or we could go out, just you and I. Or stay home. It’s your day, whatever you’d like to do.” 

“I could have people over?” Matilda questions. “You… would you be upset?” 

“Of course not, darling, why would you think that?” Miss Honey admonishes. “We’ll need to pop by the shops on our way home to buy a few things if you’d like to invite your friends, but I wouldn’t have suggested it if I’d be upset by it, firefly.” 

“I just… I do love when we get evenings together,” Matilda explains hesitantly. 

“Today’s a special day. You ask whoever you want while you’re at school today and let me know on the way home, alright?” 

Matilda nods with a, “Thank you.”

“Of course, love,” Miss Honey says, taking another bite. “Now, come on, open your gifts!” 

Matilda smiles widely and grabs the nearest package. She’s never gotten a gift before. Well, obviously her life here with her former teacher is the best gift she could’ve gotten. But a physical, real present she can open! 

She tears into the first one and pulls out a few new outfits. Cozy sweaters and cardigans for when the weather gets chilly, basics she can pair with anything, and, most exciting of all, new dresses and play clothes. Her favorite bit is a blue and white gingham jumpsuit.

“I thought that would be nice and comfy for you like your dresses, but something you could run about in, too,” Miss Honey explains. 

“I love it,” Matilda says with a smile. “Thank you, Miss Honey.” 

“You’re very welcome, love,” Miss Honey says. The next package contains all sorts of things to do Matilda’s hair. A new brush and comb, ties, clips, ribbons, bows.

“Wow,” Matilda says in awe as she slips a silky red ribbon between her fingers. 

“Shall we give you a special birthday hairstyle for school?” Miss Honey asks. Matilda nods eagerly and rips into the packaging to free her new hair tools. Miss Honey laughs. “Easy, darling.” 

She tenderly brushes through Matilda’s hair with the new purple hairbrush and loops one of the new ties around the top half so it’s out of her face but still hangs long and beautiful around her shoulders. She ties some of the ribbons in knots to the tie and twists them so they curl, and Matilda is left looking like she has a beautiful birthday firework on the back of her head. 

Miss Honey hands her a mirror from her bag so Matilda can go to the restroom to check her hairdo. She hears Miss Honey laugh from the kitchen as Matilda squeals at what she sees. Matilda goes barreling back to the kitchen for another hug. “Thank you!” 

“You’re welcome, love,” Miss Honey chuckles. “Eat up now, or we’ll be late for school.” 

Matilda wolfs down the rest of her breakfast and rushes to get her uniform and shoes on. Miss Honey finishes her own breakfast and touches up her makeup before they head out the door. 

Matilda loves these mornings. The sun has just barely finished it’s ascent for the day, so it’s warm, but not sweltering like it will be in the afternoon. The long grass they trek through is still kissed with dew, shining like diamonds in the morning sunlight. Birds chirp overhead in the tall, tall, tallest trees. Butterflies flutter around, and bees too. 

Before, Matilda just wanted to get to school to… get away. She loved being there. Well, as much as one can love being in the same building as The Trunchbull. But she loved Miss Honey’s class, and she loved learning. But she was so worried about what would happen going home that she couldn’t focus on much else the whole day. 

She was never able to take the time to appreciate what she saw. To notice the little flecks of dust she kicks up every time she takes a step along the dirt path. To hear the almost musical wind rustling through the leaves in the trees in harmony with the hum of the nearby town and the birdsong and the buzzing of bugs. 

But now, she’s… safe. Miss Honey is solidly beside her. School is safe. Miss Honey is in charge. And home is safe now, too. Miss Honey is always there. 

Matilda can focus so much on the world around her that she loses track of where she is. She blinks and they’re suddenly outside the gates to school. Miss Honey pulls out her huge old rusty key and creaks them open wide for the day. 

Matilda follows her up the stone steps. She loves this bit especially. Hearing the clicks of Miss Honey’s shoes on the steps and down the old wooden hallways. 

The heavy oak door to Miss Honey’s office creaks open as Matilda pushes into it. Miss Honey props it open behind them and settles at her desk. Matilda opens the blinds for her and spins around amongst the dust bunnies floating, almost sparkling in the light streaming through the windows. 

“You’re very chipper this morning,” Miss Honey comments, looking up at her from her desk with a soft smile. 

“I’m excited,” Matilda answers simply. Miss Honey’s smile grows wider. 

“Good. Come here, I’ve got your lunch money for the day,” she says. Matilda heads over to her with a little extra skip in her step. Miss Honey carefully presses a few pounds into her hand so Matilda can buy her lunch from the school cafeteria. She’s very glad Miss Honey changed the menu away from that… nobody really knew what that was. Blech. 

“Thank you,” Matilda says. Miss Honey brushes some of Matilda’s hair behind her ear and kisses her forehead. 

“Of course, love,” she says. They both jump a little bit as the bell rings, signaling it’s time for students to start entering the building. “There’s the bell. Go find your friends, hm?” 

“Okay,” Matilda nods. 

“Bye, darling. Have a good day,” Miss Honey says, sending her out the door. “I love you.” 

“I love you too!” Matilda calls as she goes running out to the schoolyard to find her friends. She smiles as the words pass her lips. It’s so easy to say them and really mean them, now. 

“Matilda!” a voice yells, and that’s all the warning Matilda gets before she’s swamped in the tightest hug of her six years. “Happy birthday!” 

“Thanks, Lavender,” Matilda wheezes. She thinks she hears one of her ribs pop as her best friend squeezes her. 

“D’you feel older?” Lavender asks as they head into the building together. 

“Not yet,” Matilda says with a shake of her head. “I’ve felt very old for a long time. I think my body must just be playing catch-up now.” 

“You’ve certainly got the brains of a grown up,” Lavender agrees. 

“Miss Honey says so too,” Matilda nods. 

“I dunno how you do it. I like being a kid too much.” 

“I like it too,” Matilda says softly. 

“Oh! Hold on a minute,” Lavender says. She roots through the pocket of her uniform, pulling out all sorts of bits and bobs (and Isaac) before she makes it to a candy bar. “This is for you!” 

“Thank you,” Matilda says as she takes it. 

“For your birthday,” Lavender says in response to Matilda’s confused face. 

“Oh, thank you,” Matilda says. She forgot her friends might give her birthday gifts too. “Do you want to come to my birthday party?” 

“Duh!” Lavender says. Matilda giggles. 

“Miss Honey says I could invite friends over. So it’ll be at my house tonight,” she explains. 

“I’ll talk to my parents,” Lavender says with a nod. 

“When’s your birthday?” Matilda asks. She knows Lavender is close to her age. But she doesn’t know exactly when her birthday is, she’s realized. 

“Mine’s in October. The twelfth,” Lavender says. Matilda sighs in relief. She only missed the last one because they weren’t friends yet. And she has plenty of time to think of the perfect birthday present for her best friend. 

Lavender giggles as Matilda is suddenly blinded by something red. She jumps a bit in her panic and quickly whips whatever it is off her eyes. She whirls around to see what happened. “Hortensia!” 

“Heard it’s your birthday,” Hortensia says with a smack of her chewing gum. They aren’t allowed to have gum in school, but Miss Honey had long since given up on that particular rule when it came to Hortensia. 

“Yeah,” Matilda nods. Hortensia takes her hat back and ruffles her hair affectionately before she puts it back. “Your hat?”

“Keep it for today,” Hortensia says with a sisterly smirk. “You only get one sixth birthday, after all.” 

“Really?” Matilda asks. Hortensia nods. “Thanks. Do you want to come to my birthday party?” 

“Sure,” Hortensia says. 

“It’s this evening, at my house,” Matilda explains. Hortensia nods again. 

“I’ll ask my mum. Happy birthday,” Hortensia says, walking backwards towards her classroom and turning to walk properly once she’s given Matilda and Lavender a salute goodbye. 

“No way you got Hortensia to come to your party,” Lavender says in shock as they start walking towards their own classrooms. 

“What do you-”

“Hortensia’s so cool! She’s in the top class! Eleven-year-olds don’t come to six-year-old’s birthday parties!” 

“They don’t?” Matilda asks.

“Not usually. Especially not Hortensia. You’re so lucky she likes you.”

“She likes you too,” Matilda says. 

“Only ‘cause I’m friends with you!” Lavender says. “You’re still hero of the school! You had superpowers!” 

“I only did what I had to do,” Matilda says sheepishly. 

“And it was amazing!” Lavender admonishes, shaking Matilda dizzy by her shoulders. Matilda shakes her head to clear it when she stops. “D’you miss it?”

“Miss what?” Matilda questions.

“Your powers. Telekin… uh…”

“Telekinesis,” Matilda supplies gently. 

“That’s it!” Lavender says eagerly. 

“Um… sometimes, I suppose,” Matilda shrugs. “It was kind of handy. But… I don’t need superpowers anymore.” 

“What do you mean?! Having superpowers would be amazing!” 

Matilda giggles. It was fun while her powers lasted, but Matilda is much happier not having them. They were replaced with the most amazing thing. Love. 

“I don’t know, you asked!” Matilda says. Lavender still wouldn’t understand no matter how hard Matilda tried to explain. Lavender giggles. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” she says. They come to a stop outside classroom Y, Lavender’s new class. 

“Bye,” Matilda says sadly. 

“Bye, Matilda,” Lavender responds. She wraps Matilda in another tight hug before she walks in. “Happy birthday! I’ll see you at lunch!” 

“Okay!” Matilda agrees. She waves to her friend before she skips along to her own classroom with the older kids. 

—————

“So, who all is joining us this evening?” Miss Honey asks as they start the trek into town to go shopping. Matilda starts counting on her fingers as she lists everyone she invited. 

“I invited… Lavender, Hortensia, Alice, Bruce, Nigel, Eric, and Tommy,” Matilda says. “Oh, and Amanda.” 

“Goodness,” Miss Honey says, holding tightly to Matilda’s hand as they enter the grocery shop. “Sounds like we’ll have quite the party, then.” 

“What are we going to do?” Matilda asks, helpfully grabbing a box of their favorite tea they’re running low on from a lower shelf. 

“Well, I planned a special game for you all to play while I had some spare time today,” Miss Honey says. “And a few other little things we could do. Your gifts and cake will take up some time, and I gave Mrs. Phelps a ring to invite her this afternoon and she said she’d be bringing something special.” 

“Uh oh,” Matilda says, knowing anything ‘special’ from Mrs. Phelps is not apt to end well. Miss Honey gives her a look of agreement with her gentle tap on the nose for her cheek. 

“Now, what kind of cake do you want, my dear?” Miss Honey asks. 

“I get to pick?” Matilda asks, looking up at her. 

“Of course! It’s your birthday,” Miss Honey says. “I was going to make it for you, but if you’d like, we can check out the bakery to see if they have ones with pretty designs.” 

“No, I want you to make it,” Matilda says immediately. Miss Honey makes the best cakes. Sometimes she makes little ones to go with their tea or to pack into Matilda’s school lunch. They had to set a limit of no more than three at a time after a few too many bellyaches. “Um… could I have a strawberry cake?” 

“Oh, strawberry cake sounds delicious,” Miss Honey says. She leads them right to the baking aisle and starts adding everything they need to their basket. Matilda watches and grabs things they need from the shelves she can reach. Miss Honey always knows exactly what goes into a recipe off the top of her head. Matilda wonders if maybe everyone is a genius in their own way. 

“What will we have for dinner?” she asks as Miss Honey finishes the cake shopping with a load of powdered sugar. 

“I’m not sure,” Miss Honey says. “What would you like?” 

“Salmon?” Matilda suggests. They’d had that for dinner, Matilda’s first, the other day. She loved it. 

Miss Honey laughs. “I’m not sure all your friends would like having salmon for your birthday dinner. And it’s a bit expensive to buy fish for so many people. How about we save that for tomorrow and have some salmon just you and me?” 

Matilda nods. Miss Honey gets a smaller package along with some rice to have on the side. 

“How about pizzas? You liked that a lot,” Miss Honey says. Matilda’s eyes light up. 

“Oh, yes!” she exclaims. Miss Honey laughs again. She has a lovely laugh. It always sounds like it comes from so deep inside her belly, like she laughs with her whole body. Like all of her is feeling whatever joy is strong enough to make her laugh. And yet, it’s an elegant sound. Like wind chimes. Matilda likes it. 

“Would you like to make your own? We could get this premade dough, and all your friends could make their own little tiny pizza for themselves,” Miss Honey says. 

“Yeah,” Matilda agrees, nodding eagerly. She feels strange. It’s the same sort of buzzing she felt before her powers used to come out, but all through her body. It’s practically crackling out of her little fingers. She surreptitiously extends a hand and tries to sneak a pack of sweets into their basket telekinetically. Nothing happens. She realizes she’s just experiencing overwhelming excitement for the very first time. 

With all sorts of pizza toppings in their now overflowing basket, they decide their shop is complete. Matilda helps Miss Honey lug it towards the counter to check out and picks up the few items that fall out on the way. She stands on her tiptoes to peek as Miss Honey chats with the cashier and pays for their things. That’s a very big number. 

“Am I expensive?” Matilda asks as they carry their bags out of the shop and towards home. Miss Honey laughs again. 

“No more than any other child, darling,” she says. “And besides, it’s a special day. It’s not like we spend this much money every time we shop. Everyone needs clothing and food and shelter and things like that. I budget to make sure we have enough to have all we need and the bits we want, sometimes, too.” 

“But you could be rich now, with all your father’s money,” Matilda says. 

“Who says I’m not rich?” Miss Honey says, looking at her with a cheeky smile and mirth twinkling in her eyes. “I’m rich in this life, Matilda. I have a job I adore, I live in a wonderful big house. I have friends I love. And I have a little girl I absolutely adore. Every giggle I hear from you is worth its weight in gold. Just because we aren’t swimming in money doesn’t mean we can’t be rich.” 

Matilda is quiet as she ponders this. Miss Honey has a lovely way of looking at the world, in spite of everything she’s been through. Matilda thinks she wants to be her when she grows up. 

Little does she know, Miss Honey thinks exactly the same of her. 

—————

They both groan in relief as they waddle through their front door and can finally drop the heavy bags of groceries at their feet. Miss Honey does so carefully, so the eggs don’t break. 

“Alright, we’ve got a lot to get ready,” she says, rubbing her hands together and pulling her hair back. She’s right. They have a few hours, but much, much, much to do within them. “Let’s start with your cake, eh?” 

Matilda nods eagerly and whips off to the kitchen. Miss Honey laughs and follows her. They both wash their hands in the big sink, and Matilda fetches their special aprons so their clothes won’t get too dirty. They’re both quite neat people, but baking is most definitely a messy activity regardless of who you are. 

Matilda mashes some strawberries with a mortar and pestle while Miss Honey measures out and combines all the dry ingredients they’ll need. Matilda measures out the milk and butter and other things, and then they start combining everything. 

Matilda shrieks and laughs as Miss Honey sneakily turns the stand mixer to a higher speed and makes all the flour fluff out over them. She quickly turns it back down and adds in the other ingredients. Vanilla, baking powder. And finally, the strawberries. Matilda sneaks a taste from the bowl before the delicious mush gets dumped in and combined, and the cake batter is complete. 

They grease some cake tins and pour it in, and blow kisses to it as they slide the oven door closed for them to bake. 

“Alright, that’s sorted for now,” Miss Honey says, carefully setting a timer. “You should go wash up before your guests arrive.” 

“Okay,” Matilda says. She gives Miss Honey a quick hug and rushes off up the stairs. 

She grabs her bath towel from the linen cabinet and closes the door to the restroom. Miss Honey usually at least helps her draw her baths, but today is an exceptional circumstance. Matilda can do this part well enough herself. 

She can hear Miss Honey rushing about downstairs to get everything all set up as she settles into the warm, soapy water. Matilda loves her baths, taking the time to relax and get pruny fingers. Sometimes she’s brave enough to bring a book with her. A few have wrinkly pages now from the times she dropped them in the water, but at least they smell like bubble bath. 

The sounds are muffled as Matilda dunks her head beneath the water to wet and wash her hair. Miss Honey taught her exactly how to do it. Shampoo, twice, rinsed in between. Conditioner, left in for three minutes, and detangled with a wide tooth comb while it sets. Carefully rinsed, and gently dried with a cotton towel. 

Matilda leaves her face out this time, as she rinses the product from her hair. She stares at the stars patterned on the ceiling and feels her hair swish against her back as she gently rocks her head from side to side. 

She shivers when she stands from the warm embrace of the water into the chilly air of the restroom, but she faces it bravely. Being quickly wrapped in her butterfly towel helps. 

She drains the water and wipes up any drips from the floor before she pads off down the hall to her bedroom. Her school uniform gets put in her laundry hamper to be washed over the weekend, and she picks her new jumpsuit to wear for her party. She thinks some brown Mary-Jane shoes will go nicely with it, and picks some lightweight white socks with lace around the trim so they won’t hurt her feet. 

“Whoa,” she says when she comes downstairs again to see the progress Miss Honey has made in getting everything ready. The entire lower floor has been decorated. Streamers drape the walls, balloons are scattered on the ground, spiral paper things hang down from the ceiling. There’s even a tiny bit of glittery confetti on the kitchen table, now covered with a blue plastic tablecloth and extended to be able to seat so many people. 

“Oh, you look darling in that,” Miss Honey says as she comes in from outside, dusting something off her hands and onto the apron she’s still wearing. 

“Thank you,” Matilda says. She’s suddenly hit with a wafting smell from the kitchen. The heavenly sent of freshly baked cake. Miss Honey chuckles knowingly. 

“I just took them out of the oven, let’s go make the icing.” 

Matilda makes extra sure to wear her apron this time so she doesn’t ruin her very special birthday party outfit. She smiles seeing the cakes cooling on the countertop, looking and smelling absolutely divine. 

The frosting is easy to make. Butter, loads of powdered sugar, a bit of water, some vanilla, and some food coloring for fun. Matilda requests yellow, so Miss Honey dyes a portion of it until Matilda is happy with the color and leaves the rest the plain, delicious looking white. 

“Alright, we should get that hair of yours done before it gets too tangled,” Miss Honey says. Matilda had almost forgotten. Normally she can’t stand having her hair wet and down, but she was so excited to finish her cake. “How would you like it done, my darling?” 

“Uh… two Dutch braids?” Matilda asks. 

“Sounds beautiful,” Miss Honey says with a smile. She tenderly brushes out Matilda’s damp hair and splits it down the middle. Matilda shudders contently at the sensation of her long nail gently scraping across her scalp. 

It pulls a little bit as Miss Honey intricately twists her hair into the requested braids, but Matilda kind of likes that. It’s a unique sensation she’s started to get used to. 

Miss Honey finishes the braids by tying two of Matilda’s new blue ribbons around the end of each, looping them into delicate little bows. Matilda smiles as she holds up the end of one so she can see. “Thank you.” 

“You’re very welcome, love. Could you be an absolute dear and make some tea while I go make myself presentable?” 

“Mmhmm,” Matilda hums. Miss Honey kisses her forehead and heads upstairs while Matilda goes back to the kitchen. She sneaks a finger full of the delicious icing. Not enough to be noticed, but just enough to satisfy her sneaky craving. 

She gets the fancy teapot they only use for company or their own special tea parties down from its special safe place in the cabinet and starts heating some water. Matilda likes making tea. Everything happens in the same order every time. Sometimes she pretends she’s a world renowned scientist, and she must add all the ingredients in the proper order in just the precise amount or it’ll blow up in her face and take off her eyebrows. 

In actuality, the only result is delicious, earthy tea. She sets it up on a tray with plenty of cups, biscuits, and some milk and sugar for people to add to their own tastes. 

The doorbell rings as she’s fiddling with the biscuits, trying to make them look like the fancy boards of food she saw on the rare occasions her parents watched cooking shows on TV. She pauses her culinary artistry and goes to answer it. 

Matilda remembers the rule they have just as her hand touches the cold metal of the doorknob. She stands on her tippy toes to check who it is before pulling the door open. “Hortensia!” 

Hortensia laughs as Matilda tackles her in a hug, ruffling her hair as best she can with it in such immaculate braids. “Hey, kid.” 

“You made it!” Matilda says. “Hi, Mrs. Carmichael. Would you please come in?” 

They both chuckle at the uncharacteristic politeness for a six year old and follow her through into the living room. Matilda grabs the tray of tea she set up and ever so carefully carries it to them, making extra sure not to trip on anything. 

“You can help yourselves,” she says as she sets it on the coffee table. 

“Thank you,” Hortensia’s mum says as she carefully pours herself some tea and takes a single biscuit. Hortensia forgoes the tea altogether and just has a handful of the biscuits. 

“Where should I put this, Tilly?” she asks around a mouthful of them. Matilda looks where she’s pointing, and sees a small bag she hadn’t noticed before. 

“Oh. What is it?” 

“Your birthday present, silly,” Hortensia says. 

“A present?” Matilda says. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” 

“Of course I did,” Hortensia says with a half-sarcastic roll of her eyes. “Birthdays only come once a year, you know.” 

“Well, thank you. Um… we could put it over here, I suppose,” Matilda says shyly, gesturing to a corner clear of furniture. Hortensia plops the glittery bag down. Matilda tries to see if she can see around the tissue paper stuck in the top, but to no avail. 

She whirls around as there’s another knock at the door and heads to answer it. She smiles widely when she sees her best friend on the other side bouncing in excitement. 

“Happy birthday, Matilda!” Lavender yells before the door is even all the way open. Matilda grunts as Lavender collides with her and she feels what must be another present clunk against her back. 

“Thank you,” Matilda wheezes. Lavender laughs as she lets go. “Hi Mr. Torres. Please come in.”

“Thank you, Matilda. Happy birthday,” Lavender’s father replies. 

“Thank you,” Matilda repeats. Lavender and her father go to join Hortensia and her mother in the living room. Matilda follows. She hopes Miss Honey returns soon. Aside from making tea, she’s not great at this whole guest hospitality thing yet. 

The grownups make polite conversation while everyone sips at their tea, waiting for more guests to arrive so the festivities can begin. 

Matilda sighs in relief as she hears footsteps on the stairs, signaling that Miss Honey is back. The sound is overlapped by another knock at the door. They can hear Miss Honey go to answer it. “Hello, Bruce! Come in, darling, come in.” 

Bruce comes rushing into the living room to join everyone. “Hello! Happy birthday, Matilda!” 

“Hi Bruce,” Matilda says with a giggle. Bruce deposits his present with the others and pours himself and his mother a cup of tea. Miss Honey closes the door after them and follows them into the room. 

Miss Honey is an expert with groups of people. Kids, grownups, both, anyone. Matilda knows she prefers her own company, but she still handles large groups with such finesse that you’d never know she’s such an introvert. 

The other guests trickle in over the next half hour or so. Amanda and Nigel arrive at exactly the same time and both come barreling in as their mothers frantically hush them and remind them of their manners. 

Matilda grows more and more excited as her guests arrive and they get closer to party time. The last to arrive is Eric. His mother explains that he had a gymnastics practice beforehand. Eric explains he trains in gymnastics so he has another superpower under his belt to go with his ‘telekinipsis’. 

“Alright, that’s everyone, I think,” Miss Honey says. She looks to Matilda to confirm this is everyone she invited, and Matilda nods. “Excellent! Everyone can follow me into the kitchen.” 

The children all chatter excitedly as they head into the kitchen. There’s a special chair at the head of the table with a balloon tied to it for Matilda, and everyone else sits randomly in the other empty chairs. Lavender and Alice bicker briefly about who gets to sit closest to the birthday girl, but they’re assuaged when Tommy offers to switch chairs so they both can. 

Miss Honey comes around the table and rests a small lump of pizza dough in front of each child. They only have two rolling pins, but everyone respectfully takes turns to roll theirs out into a neat circle. Bruce’s comes out as more of a… splatter, but Miss Honey comforts him with the fact that it will still taste absolutely delectable. 

Jars of pizza sauce with spoons are clunked on the table next. Matilda is very careful with this step so she doesn’t get any on her clothing. The boys and Hortensia are less careful. Hortensia only just manages to talk them out of a food fight with the fact that it’s impolite to do inside, especially on a friend’s birthday. Matilda can see in her eyes she really wants to, though. 

After everyone’s pizza is sufficiently sauced, a variety of toppings displayed intricately on platters and in bowls is put down. Cheese, meats, veggies, all sorts of delicious things. Matilda goes right for the cheese. It’s one of her favorite foods, and, being the birthday girl, nobody stops her from piling her personal pizza miles high with the delicious shredded mozzarella. She also adds a single olive. For balance. 

Lavender is vegetarian and piles her pizza with olives, mushrooms, peppers, and artichoke hearts. And, of course, lots of cheese. Amanda takes the opposite approach, loading hers with pepperoni, sausage, and bacon. 

Hortensia is lactose intolerant and uses some of Miss Honey’s favorite dairy-free cheese on her own pizza. Miss Honey isn’t lactose intolerant, but her father was. She says she prefers the taste of the dairy-free kind since it reminds her of him. Matilda didn’t care for it, but it still tastes nice when it’s paired with other ingredients. 

Eric has a simple cheese pizza, and Tommy follows suit. Bruce copies Amanda’s fashion. Alice’s is most similar to Lavender’s, and Nigel… nobody is quite sure what his goal is. 

Once everyone is happy with their product, they’re put in the oven to bake. Their oven isn’t big enough for everyone’s to go in at once, but Miss Honey promises to carefully monitor them and bake them in rounds so everyone can have a lovely warm pizza when it’s dinner time. 

As she lifts Matilda’s tray to carry towards the oven, Matilda spies a piece of paper that was hidden beneath it. 

“What’s that, Matilda?” Nigel asks. Matilda shrugs and unfolds it to see. She reads the words printed in Miss Honey’s handwriting aloud. 

“To find the prize that ye may seek, 

these ten riddles may your interest pique.

The first clue is this, now that is true. 

The next is hidden amongst something blue.” 

“A riddle?” Lavender asks. 

“It’s a puzzle,” Matilda replies, looking up at Miss Honey. Miss Honey winks and gently taps her nose. “A scavenger hunt.” 

“Oh! I love scavenger hunts!” Amanda squeals happily. 

“Something blue?” Bruce asks. Matilda nods. Everyone stands and scatters to look around for something blue. 

“The balloons!” Eric says when he realizes they’re blue and gold. One bunch doesn’t have any gold, so they all head for that one. Sure enough, taped to one is another clue. Eric carefully pulls it down and reads it. 

“Now that was quick, you’re doing well. 

The treasure you seek? I’ll never tell. 

This clue was blue, you found it quick. 

The next you’ll find around a wick.” 

“What’s a wick?” Alice asks. 

“It’s the part of a candle that burns,” Hortensia answers. “A candle! Your birthday candles, Matilda?” 

Matilda shrugs and heads to the box of candles. They didn’t add them to the cake yet so the inside wouldn’t go stale. She dumps them on the counter and pulls out a folded up note within. 

“Can I read this one, Matilda?” Lavender asks. 

Matilda nods and hands it to her. 

“Clue two you’ve solved, how nicely done. 

Clue three is here, can you solve this one?

This one is tough, you’ll have to look

Inside Miss Honey’s favorite book.” 

“Miss Honey’s favorite book?” Nigel questions. “But she loves every book.”

“Which one’s her favorite, Matilda?” Amanda asks. 

“I… I don’t know,” Matilda says. 

“But you’re her daughter!” Bruce says. 

“She reads something different every day, I dunno which her favorite is,” Matilda responds. “The bookshelf is in this room. Come on.” 

Everyone runs after her back to the living room. The grownups all left after their teatime, stacking their cups back on the tray for easy cleanup. 

The children make a beeline for the bookshelf to find their next clue. They spread out along the massive thing to scan all the books packed every which way in the dark wood shelves. Hortensia and Bruce scan the higher shelves, being the tallest, while the others check the lower shelves. 

Hortensia suddenly notices that a copy of Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne has a very worn spine. She pulls it off the shelf and brushes over the soft leather of the cover. She carefully flips through the worn pages. “I’ve got it!” 

“Oh, Miss Honey,” Lavender says. “Pooh bear loves honey!” 

Matilda smiles as Hortensia reads the next clue. 

“You’ve found it here, this next riddle, 

And now you’re almost to the middle

Of this hunt you’ve embarked upon.

You’ll find the next one near the dawn.” 

“Near the dawn?” Tommy questions. “Where could that be?” 

“It must be outside. That’s where dawn happens,” Bruce says with a confident nod. Matilda shrugs and pulls the door open for her friends to follow her outside. 

“Is dawn when the sun goes up or down?” Amanda asks. 

“Up, I think,” Lavender asks. Everyone looks to Matilda, who nods.

“Down is dusk.” 

“The sun rises in the east,” Hortensia says. 

“Where’s east?” Eric asks. Matilda looks around. 

“Um… that way,” she says, pointing towards the woods. Everyone goes running in that direction as fast as they can, climbing trees, turning over rocks, on a desperate hunt for the next clue. 

“I’ve got it!” Amanda yells from halfway up a tall maple tree. “No, wait, that’s a robin’s egg. Sorry, miss robin.” 

“Where is it? The other ones weren’t this tricky,” Bruce says, panting in spite of hardly doing anything. 

“I don’t know. Keep searching,” Matilda says with a shrug. She smiles as she starts hunting in a bush. Miss Honey set all this up. She must’ve spent her afternoon coming up with locations and riddles and writing out all the clues. It must’ve taken her at least twenty minutes to hide them all, too. All for her. 

Everyone looks up and jumps well out of harm’s way when Mrs. Phelps comes rumbling up the dirt path in her book bus. She screeches to a halt right when she reaches the clearing and opens the window. 

“Hi Mrs. Phelps!” Matilda yells, coughing a bit at the exhaust spewing from the back of the bus. 

“Hello, Matilda!” Mrs. Phelps responds. “Happy birthday.” 

“Thank you,” Matilda responds. She squints a bit to see her favorite librarian past the light of the sun in her eyes. 

“Oh! I’ve got something for you,” Mrs. Phelps says with a mischievous glint in her eye. She hands Matilda a blue piece of paper tied like a scroll with a gold ribbon. Matilda gasps and holds it up like she’s just pulled the sword from the stone. 

“The next clue!” 

“You’ve got it, Matilda?” Nigel yells, running back over to her. 

“But… what about… the dawn?” Lavender questions around gasps for breath. 

“Your middle name!” Matilda realizes with a gasp. “Mrs. Phelps’ middle name is Dawn!” 

Mrs. Phelps winks at her as she turns the key and the bus putters to life again. “Have fun! I’m off to go help Miss Honey set up!” 

“Thank you!” Matilda calls with a wave as Mrs. Phelps drives the rest of the way to her house. Mrs. Phelps gives her a wave out the window. 

“What’s the clue say, Matilda?” Hortensia asks. Matilda hands it to Nigel. 

“Here, Nigel, you read it.” 

“Thanks, Matilda!” Nigel says. He unrolls the page and reads it out loud. 

“You’re halfway through, the hints run few

You’re quite the pro!

It’s time to go, you’ll find clue six 

Among the things that grow.” 

“Things that grow? But everything around here grows!” Bruce says in exasperation. “The trees, the grass, the shrubs! Even us!” 

“We’ll find it, don’t worry,” Matilda says. 

“Everyone think,” Lavender says. 

“Let’s split up,” Hortensia suggests. “We’ll cover more ground that way.” 

“Okay,” Eric agrees. 

“Nigel, Bruce, Eric, and Tommy check in the woods. Amanda and I will check further into the clearing. And Lavender, Alice, and Matilda should check ‘round the other side of the house.” 

“Why do we have to check the woods?” Nigel huffs. 

“Because we’re strong enough to climb all the trees and lift all the rocks,” Eric explains. Hortensia nods. 

“Exactly.” The girls begin walking away towards their respective hunting locations when Hortensia whispers, “It’s actually just ‘cause they smell.” 

Amanda, Alice, Lavender and Matilda all giggle quietly into their hands. 

“Give a shout if you find it, yeah?” Lavender calls as Hortensia and Amanda head towards the other end of the clearing. 

“We will!” Amanda calls behind them. The remaining three run back in the direction of the house and scatter to check around every side. 

“Oh! The garden!” Alice realizes. She sprints over to it and carefully starts hunting around, being very careful not to trample any of the beautiful plants. Sure enough, a scrap of blue paper is there, tucked underneath a strawberry plant. “I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” 

Everyone makes their way over from their various hunting spots when they hear the call. Bruce is the last to make it, huffing and puffing with his hands on his knees. “Read… read the… the thing, Alice.” 

“You found the sixth down here betwixt 

Matilda’s favorite fruit

The seventh you’ll find entwined 

Somewhere down near the roots.”

“But we’re in a garden! There’s roots everywhere!” Amanda whines. 

“I don’t think she’d hide another so close to this one,” Matilda says. “It must be somewhere else with roots.”

“Tilly, you live in the woods. There’s still roots everywhere,” Hortensia says. 

“Maybe they’re special roots,” Lavender proposes. 

“Special roots? How can roots be special?” Nigel scoffs. 

Everyone looks at Matilda. She knows the plants around better than anyone else. Matilda wracks her brain, wondering what the roots might mean. Is it literal? Metaphorical? 

She gasps when she realizes it might be both. “The oak tree!” 

“What?” 

“Come on!” Matilda yells over her shoulder to her friends, running towards the old oak. Everyone rushes after her and skids to a stop when they come to the tree. “Miss Honey’s father planted this tree here after he and his wife moved here together. It was supposed to symbolize how the tree would grow stronger every year. Like their love for each other.” 

“Aww,” Amanda and Alice coo. 

“There’s definitely lots of roots,” Eric says. The roots of the old tree are quite gnarled, jutting up from the ground in several places. Matilda knows all the best ones to be cradled in with a good book on sunny days. 

“Look around,” Hortensia says. Everyone hits the deck, crawling around and peeking under branches and gaps in the roots to hunt for the next clue. Matilda is more careful so she doesn’t get grass or mud stains on her lovely new outfit. 

She crouches down to check on the bottom of her new swing. Bruce’s father, a carpenter, had helped her and Miss Honey build it. Miss Honey’s swing from her youth had been there a long time, and Matilda fell straight through the middle of it the first time she tried to use the rotted old thing. 

She gasps as she sees the blue paper fluttering in the faint breeze. “Oh!” 

“Have you got it?” Alice asks. Matilda nods and carefully pulls the clue loose. 

“Beneath this tree, here you see 

the seventh clue to find.

The eighth will be, clear to see

On something Matilda designed.”

“Designed? You do art, Matilda?” Nigel questions. 

“Sometimes,” Matilda nods. “Not often.”

“She’s brilliant, though!” Lavender says. Matilda blushes. 

Everyone looks around for something with a design on it. Amanda gasps and makes a beeline for the caravan in the yard as soon as she sees it. Everyone jumps as she takes off, but follows her quickly. 

Sure enough, the next clue is there, tied to the railing with a ribbon. “Can I read this one, Matilda?”

“Sure,” Matilda nods. Amanda carefully unties it and unrolls the clue. 

“You’re almost through, you’ve found eight clues

Out here around the house.

You’ll find the next, should you so choose

Inside Miss Honey’s blouse!”

“We’ve got to look in her blouse?” Tommy grimaces. 

“She’s wearing a dress today,” Matilda says in confusion. “Um…” 

The wind picks up a little bit, enough for them to hear the jangling of clothespins against the metal poles their clothesline hangs from. 

Nobody thinks twice about it. But suddenly, Nigel gasps. “Your laundry!” 

Everyone looks at Nigel like he’s suddenly sprouted a second head. 

“What?” he asks. “There must be a blouse hanging!” 

“Oh,” Alice nods.

“It’s worth a shot,” Hortensia agrees. Everyone goes running and carefully flicks through the delicate clothing drying on the line in the setting sun. “Oh, here!” 

“You’re getting close to what you seek 

And then at the treasure you’ll get to peek. 

This here’s the ninth, you’ll find the last 

Somewhere you’ll surely hear a squeak.”

“Don’t the steps on the porch always squeak a bit?” Lavender asks. She comes over often for playdates with Matilda, and knows which steps to avoid to avoid creaks. Matilda nods. 

“They do. Unless we’re meant to go back inside, that’s all I can think of,” she explains. 

“We’ll check there first,” Bruce says. “Then if we need to we can go back inside.”

He looks as if he’d much prefer to just go back inside now where it’s nice and cool, but they are all having fun on this little quest. 

Everyone heads back to the porch and starts poking around the steps. It’s well hidden, but eventually Alice finds it stuck to the bottom of the squeakiest step. Everyone sits down for a quick rest while Alice reads the clue. 

“You’ve done so well! The last clue’s been found 

Down here beneath the stairs.

To find the treasure you’ve got to look 

Over by the bears!”

Matilda knows what this one means immediately. The statue of three bears, two big and one little. Miss Honey’s father carved it when she was born. Back when he still had hopes of being a family of three. Miss Honey had found it in the attic after they moved in, and now it lives on the porch. Matilda loves running her hands over the grooves in the smooth, sanded wood sculpture. It makes her feel connected to her grandfather. 

“This way!” she says immediately, popping up to her feet and running to the sculpture. “Here it is!” 

Sure enough, cradled by the bears’ feet is a small treasure chest. Everyone crowds around Matilda as she carefully unlatches it and flips the lid open. 

“How did we miss this earlier?” Hortensia asks as Matilda opens it.

“Who cares?! What’s inside?” Tommy asks, trying to peer over their shoulders. 

“Shaving cream?” Hortensia asks in confusion. 

“And food coloring,” Bruce says in about the same tone. “There’s loads of chocolate coins, though.”

“Alright!” Lavender cheers, reaching through the small crowd for a handful. 

“But what is the rest for?” Matilda asks, looking around for Miss Honey to explain. 

Speak of the devil. “Did you pirates find the treasure?” 

“We don’t understand it, Miss Honey!” Alice pleads. 

“Well, why don’t you lot come back inside and find out?” she chuckles. 

The children laugh and follow her back to the kitchen. 

“Bring the chest!” Miss Honey reminds them. Lavender gasps and rushes back to grab it before hurting after her friends. Everyone takes their seats around the table again. “Alright, everyone ready to get a little messy?” The boys all cheer. Hortensia does too, but Matilda looks a little nervous. “Just a little messy.” 

Matilda nods and smiles. Miss Honey grabs one of the cans of shaving cream and puts several cookie trays on the table. They make so many cookies that they have enough trays for only two people to have to split one. Matilda gets to share with Bruce. 

“Ready? Everyone grab a can,” Miss Honey says. “And go!”

“Go what?!” Amanda says frantically. 

“Spray it!” Miss Honey laughs. The children all grab their own can of shaving cream and start spraying it into the trays. 

“What’s this for, Miss Honey?” Matilda asks as she empties her can onto her and Bruce’s tray. 

“We… are decorating… bookmarks!” Miss Honey says as her can gives the last few dredges of shaving cream. Matilda smiles. The other children don’t look terribly excited about the idea, but they seem happy they get to get messy. And they should’ve expected something along the lines of this in Matilda and Miss Honey’s house. 

“Now what?” Hortensia asks eagerly as everyone empties their cans.

“Pick what colors you’d like and add a few drops,” Miss Honey says. Matilda adds some red and a good bit of blue, her favorite color. 

Lavender’s is mostly green, Alice and Hortensia went for a sort of rainbow look. Eric and Tommy try to make theirs camouflage. Amanda’s is as close to pink as she can get it. Nigel goes for mostly blue, and Bruce took ‘a few drops’ with a grain of salt and his comes out a rather unpleasant shade of brown. 

Everyone takes a toothpick to swirl the drops around into pretty patterns. Miss Honey passes out their bookmarks, and they all dip theirs in. Everyone hums and haws when they get to pull them out and scrape off the extra shaving cream to see the designs they’ve been left with. 

“That was actually fun, Miss Honey!” Nigel says as he looks at his cool new bookmark. Miss Honey chuckles. 

“Thank you, Nigel. Now… while these dry… I think the pizzas are ready to eat.”

“YES!” 

—————

After pizza, Amanda declares it’s time for Matilda to open her presents. Miss Honey agrees with a laugh and leads everyone to the living room. 

“Open mine first!” Lavender insists. “No, no, open it last!” 

“How about I just pick packages at random to give her and we all keep quiet until we see what the gifts are, alright?” Miss Honey chuckles. Lavender purses her lips into a thin line, nods, and joins the circle of children surrounding Matilda. 

Miss Honey rests a small box in front of Matilda. Matilda just looks at it. 

“Open it, darling,” Miss Honey reminds her quietly. Matilda hesitantly holds a hand over the ribbon and tugs it loose. She pulls off the lid to reveal the necklace inside. 

It’s not anything fancy. A purple plastic cord holding a large plastic heart. Inside, it says Matilda’s name over a few small purple flowers. 

“That’s from me!” Alice says. “I got one from the tooth fairy and my mum got in touch with her to get you one too!” 

Matilda doubts that. But she smiles and loops the new necklace around her neck. “I love it. Thank you.” 

Alice nods proudly and goes back to her spot in the circle. Matilda looks expectantly at Miss Honey for the next gift. 

“I… found this one outside when I was setting up the scavenger hunt, I’m not sure who it’s from,” Miss Honey says hesitantly. “Be careful with it.” 

Matilda frowns in confusion. She checks all around it. On the end of the ribbon sits a single initial. A blocky letter S. Matilda gasps. “Sergei!” 

“What?”

“It’s from Sergei!” Matilda repeats, tearing into the box. 

“Who’s Sergei?” Bruce asks in confusion. 

“He’s… er… a family friend, dear, you haven’t met him,” Miss Honey explains, looking a bit pale. 

All the kids let out various sounds of awe as Matilda pulls out a huge box. Tommy exclaims, “That’s the biggest Lego set I’ve ever seen!” 

“Lego?” Matilda questions. Everyone swarms closer to show her. 

“They’re special little building blocks. This one is for the Eiffel Tower,” Nigel explains. “See the bumps? That’s how they link together.”

“Cool,” Matilda says. She smiles to herself as she rests it out of the way to open her next gift. 

She gets a play doctor kit from Bruce, a voucher for a few free gymnastics lessons at his gym from Eric, a beautiful doll from Amanda, some buttons to add to her clothes and a bag of lollipops from Hortensia, a beautiful personalized stationery set from Nigel, and a few board games from Tommy. 

Lavender squeaks a bit when Miss Honey rests her gift in front of Matilda. Matilda smiles to herself as she removes the tissue paper and pulls out a stuffed… worm.

“A worm,” she says with a confused smile. 

“It’s a bookworm!” Lavender explains eagerly. “Like you!” 

Matilda gives it a squeeze. It is great to cuddle. “I love it. Thanks, Lav.” 

“You’re welcome!” 

The last present left is from Mrs. Phelps. Matilda opens the box and lifts the tissue paper covering a beautiful leather bag, with nice cushy straps. “So you can carry more books home without hurting your back.” 

“Thank you!” Matilda says, rushing to hug her favorite librarian. 

Mrs. Phelps gives her a tight squeeze and murmurs, “Happy birthday, dear.” 

Matilda lingers for a second before she pulls back and admires her stack of amazing new gifts. “Thank you, everyone.” 

“You’re welcome!” Everyone choruses. 

“I think it must be time for cake, hm?” Miss Honey hums. The children all cheer and swarm to the kitchen in a great pile. Miss Honey and Matilda laugh and follow them. 

Matilda gets to sit back at her special seat at the head of the table, and everyone else sits down. Miss Honey goes to grab the cake, and Mrs. Phelps helps by fetching the candles and matches. Matilda watches as the cake is rested in front of her. Most of the frosting is white, but Miss Honey piped the yellow in a beautiful trim around the top and bottom edges and used it to write, “Happy Birthday Matilda” in big swirly letters. Mrs. Phelps approaches with the candles. The big number six goes right in the middle and six blue candles surround it in a circle. 

Miss Honey lights them, and everyone starts singing to her. Matilda smiles to herself. All these people are here for her. Wishing her a happy birthday. 

“Make a wish!” Amanda squeals as soon as the birthday song is done. Matilda closes her eyes, but… she can’t think of anything more she wants. I wish this moment would last forever. 

She knows it can’t, but her memory can. Matilda takes a deep breath and blows out the candles. Everyone cheers as she gets all of them in one go except the big six in the middle. A second quick puff gets that one, and then Miss Honey hands her the knife to cut her own special birthday slice. 

“Goodness, Matilda, leave some for your friends,” she laughs as Matilda cuts about a quarter of it. Matilda grins sheepishly and cuts it much smaller the second time. 

Bruce wound up next to her this time, and looks a bit green as his slice is rested in front of him. Matilda grumbles internally. How dare that horrid woman do that to her friend? Poor Bruce must have had a terrible time at all the other birthday parties he’s been to since.

“You don’t have to eat it,” she says to him in a whisper. 

“I want to,” Bruce whispers back. “It looks delicious, but…”

“It’s strawberry. Not chocolate,” Matilda says. “And you can stop whenever you like. You can do it.” 

Bruce picks up his fork with a shaking hand and hesitantly places a bite in his mouth. Matilda watches relief spread across his face as the sweet strawberry cake hits his tongue, and he leans into the enjoyment of the confection instead of his fear. “This is delicious, Miss Honey.”

“Thank you, dear,” Miss Honey replies with a smile on her face. Matilda smiles too as she takes the first bite of her own. 

—-

After cake comes the time for Mrs. Phelps’ special surprise. She leads everyone outside to the old, gnarled oak tree Matilda’s swing hangs from. Matilda laughs as she sees the cardboard woman hanging from a branch. 

“A piñata!” she says. 

All her friends laugh and yell as they see who the piñata is. Miss Honey had become quite close with Mrs. Phelps after Matilda’s adoption, since they’d both been spending more time in the library finding new things to read together. Miss Honey had filled in the gaps in the story Matilda hadn’t. 

As satisfying as running The Trunchbull out of the school was, something tells her that whacking a cardboard effigy of her with a stick might be even more fun. 

“Miss Honey first!” Matilda says immediately. 

“What?” Miss Honey laughs. All the kids cheer and start chanting her name. She smiles down at Matilda and begrudgingly crouches down so she can tie the blindfold on her. It is her birthday, after all. Matilda ties the blindfold around her head and spins her around a few times. Mrs. Phelps gives her the stick and protectively moves all the children well away from the woman with the bat. 

Miss Honey hesitates for a moment with the bat held aloft. “Am I facing the right way?”

“Yeah!” Bruce cheers. Miss Honey lifts the bat a little higher and takes a swing. Mrs. Phelps holds the other end of the rope the piñata has been hung from and yanks it a bit so it lifts and she misses. 

Miss Honey tries again. Another miss. Mrs. Phelps lets her make contact on her last hit and lets her get a whack in. Everyone cheers when the dull thump rings out. 

Things go similarly well for everyone else’s turns. Two misses and a hit. The Trunchbull’s head is starting to look a bit loose. 

Matilda gets the last go. Lavender laughs a concerning amount as she gets the honor of tying the blindfold on Matilda and whirling her around. She does a bit more than necessary, and Matilda staggers off in the vague direction she remembers the piñata being. 

She swings as hard as she can and feels nothing but air. She vaguely hears Miss Honey call, “Left a bit!” over the cheers of all her friends. 

Matilda turns to her left and tries again. She hears a quiet thunk as the bat makes contact with the thing. “One more! You can do it, Matilda!” Amanda calls. 

Matilda rears up and swings as hard as she can. The thump is much louder this time, and followed by a second. Matilda tugs the blindfold up off her eyes and jumps a few times in her excitement when she sees the now-mangled form of her former headmistress on the ground and leaking candy from her decapitated head. A bit gruesome, but fun. 

The other children all swarm around her as Matilda drops to her knees, trying to collect as much candy as they possibly can. Miss Honey tries in vain to encourage them to share and try to get an even amount. Eventually she gives up and just lets them act like heathens. You’re only young once, after all. 

“This is the best birthday party I’ve been to in my life!” Bruce exclaims as he stuffs his pockets with sweets. Matilda laughs and does the same.

——-

After that comes the unfortunate time for everybody to go home. Matilda makes sure everyone gets their leftover pizza and whatever cake they’d like to take home, along with the proper bookmarks they made and their goody bags. 

She had an amazing time, but she’s still completely exhausted by the time she’s given the last hug goodbye and the door has clicked shut for the last time. 

Miss Honey shoos her upstairs to go wash up for bed while she tidies the few things that can’t wait until tomorrow. 

Matilda goes to wash her face and remove the ribbons from her hair. 

She changes into her comfiest pajamas, crawls into bed, and waits patiently for Miss Honey to come to tuck her in. As always, she barely has to wait a minute before the woman is gently entering her room. She always knocks, even if the door is open. Matilda likes that. 

She lies down as Miss Honey takes a hold of her duvet and carefully fluffs it out before gently laying it over Matilda. “What do you think? Was today a good birthday?” 

“Oh, yes, it was wonderful,” Matilda says. She sniffs a bit and wipes a few stray tears. Miss Honey tuts sadly.

“Oh, darling, what’s the matter?” 

“Nothing. I just… I never… expected people to want to celebrate… me,” Matilda explains fragmentarily. 

Miss Honey smiles sadly and gently strokes her thumb across Matilda’s cheek. “Well, you’d better get used to it. We’ve got a lot to make up for.” 

Matilda smiles back at her and reflects on the wonderful day. Friends, food, fun… family. Miss Honey bends down and gently kisses her forehead. 

“Happy golden birthday, Matilda,” she whispers against her hairline. 

“Thank you,” Matilda whispers back, reaching her arms around Miss Honey’s neck for a tight hug. “For everything.” 

“It’s my pleasure,” Miss Honey replies. She kisses Matilda once more. “Oh, I’ve got one last thing for you.” 

Matilda looks at her in confusion as Miss Honey pulls out an envelope. Matilda carefully opens it and pulls out a card. She smiles when she sees it’s in the shape of a bee and says, “Happy Bee-Day” in letters patterned to look like a honeycomb. 

She opens the card and reads the message inside. The card itself has some stock message with a bee pun, but the really important bit has been written in Miss Honey’s favorite blue ink. 

Happy Bee Day, dear Matilda. You’ll always ‘bee’ a Honey. So much love, Jennifer Honey.

Matilda finds herself tearing up again. She got the one thing she always wanted, this year. It was the absolute best birthday ever. “Thank you.”

Miss Honey squeezes her hand and kisses the top of her head. “Now get some rest, little one. You’ve had a long day today.” 

Matilda nods and settles into bed. Miss Honey tucks her in tight just the way she likes.

“Sweet dreams.” 

“Goodnight,” Matilda says, grabbing her new worm friend and rolling onto her side. Miss Honey flicks the light off and quietly shuts the door. 

She leaves it ajar for the briefest of moments to say, “I love you.” 

Matilda smiles to herself in the darkness. “I love you too.”

Her door clicks shut, and Matilda drifts off for the most peaceful rest of her six years.

Happy birthday indeed.

—————

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Hung the Moon (Chapter 5)

Chapter 4 | Masterlist | Chapter 6

Pairings: Jake Lockley x f!Reader, Steven Grant x f!Reader (mention)

Summary: You reconnect with Jake the day after your date with Steven. (I don't want to give stuff away so this is pretty vague!)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content: Angst! Smut! p in v, squirting, language

Word count: 3.8K

A/N: The title for Part 5 is “under me you so quite new”. I’ve been in an e e cummings kind of mood. I was very inspired by these lines: “(and from my thighs which shrug and pant / a murdering rain leapingly reaches the / upward singular deepest flower which she / carries in a gesture of her hips)”

Also, I don't speak Spanish, but I did my best! Translations are at the end.

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You’re at a Sainsbury’s in your dress and heels from last night, huge bouquet in hand with slightly wilted flowers, buying a clear glass vase and a pack of condoms. It’s late morning, nearly lunchtime and you’ve gotten a few strange looks from people doing their weekly shopping. You would have gone straight to the hotel first, but the sky is darkening with storm clouds and you wanted to get your shopping done before the rain comes. 

A huge yawn overtakes you as you stand in line and it makes your eyes water. You had laid in bed, mind racing, since the moment Marc appeared last night and you were nearly dead on your feet now. You were looking forward to collapsing as soon as you got to your room.

Steven - for it was Steven when he woke up - made you breakfast while you showered and you spent the rest of the morning with him. He probably would have let you stay the whole day if you hadn’t made up an excuse to leave. But you could no longer hide how tired you were, and you didn’t want him to know you hadn’t slept. Before you left, he again tried to find a vase for your flowers, muttering about how things were impossible to find since someone had organized the place. You promised him you’d get one, hence the stop to Sainsbury’s. As for the condoms, they were a spur of the moment decision so that you and Jake would have some.

No sooner do you make it back to your room than the deluge comes with thick rain drops that smack against the windows. The first thing you do is fill the vase with water and arrange the flowers in it. You display them in the center of the desk, leaving the packaging discarded on the floor. You toss the shopping bag with the box of condoms on the nightstand before stripping out of your clothes - heaving a sigh of relief when the shape wear comes off - and slip on a thin T-shirt and comfy pants, foregoing all underwear. 

You collapse onto the bed and then groan when you remember you haven’t texted Jake since yesterday morning. You fish out your phone from your bag. It doesn’t respond when you click the home button. Shit. It’s dead. 

You plug it in, planning to stay awake long enough to send a text to Jake when your phone reboots. But the room is dim from the overcast sky, your bed is so soft and warm, and the rhythmic drone of the rain lulls you to sleep.

—

You’re awoken suddenly by someone pounding on the door. For a moment you’re convinced it was just the rain, for it’s still coming down hard. But then you hear it again.

You drag yourself to the door, wiping the sleep from your eyes. What time is it? The room is still dark; you can’t tell if it’s day or night. You have no idea how long you’ve been out. 

You look through the peephole to find Marc on the other side. You jerk back from the door and he starts pounding on it again. 

“Cariño, estás ahí? Abre.”

You feel dizzy with relief. Jake. Not Marc.

As soon as you start to open the door, he pushes his way in. You only get one good glimpse of him - cap-free, completely drenched and dripping, his eyes overbright - before he grabs you and kisses you, hard. He wraps his arms around you and presses his body into yours. His heart pounds against your chest. The wet of his clothes soaks into yours and you shiver from the cold.

You wrest your lips free and he moves to kissing your neck. “Did-did you run here?” you ask him.

He ignores your question and instead says, between kisses, “I called you.”

“I was sleeping.”

You feel-more-than-hear him growl against your neck. “I’m buying you one of those fucking watch thingies.”

“Why?”

“So you answer when I call.” He switches to the other side of your neck. “Your messages.”

“What about them?”

“They stopped yesterday morning.” With a pang in your chest, you realize that you fell asleep before your phone charged enough. “Thought something happened to you.”

You start to apologize and explain, but Jake cuts you off. “Those thugs were outside the flat.”

“They were WHAT?” You take a step back and push him off you with a hand to his chest so you can get a good look at him. He appears to be unharmed. No cuts or bruises - on his face at least. Other than being soaked to the bone - his hair is laying flat to his head, the ends still dripping water - he appears perfectly fine.

He shrugs. “I took care of them.” Then, those beautiful brown eyes of his travel down your body and back up. It makes you aware of how your now soaked clothes cling to you.

“You…what does that mean?”

“You got any extra towels?” Jake wanders into your bathroom, leaving you in the entryway. You stand there gaping after him, hoping he didn’t do what you think he did.

The room brightens suddenly when the sun, emerging from behind a cloud, shines through the sheer drapes of the hotel window. The din of the rain quiets to an occasional drip.

“Sorry about not texting,” you call into the bathroom. “I meant to when I got back this morning but my phone was dead and then I fell asleep.”

“When you got back?” his voice replies. “Back from where?”

“Uh…I was with Steven. At the flat.”

He comes back out with a towel around his shoulders, hair mussed from drying it. He’s scratching his jaw, the first shadow of stubble coming through. “All night?” he asks. He licks his bottom lip, his expression indecipherable.

“Yeah…”

He nods absently, then says, “Good. If you’re with Steven, I can protect you if something happens.”

He looks around the room - it’s an absolute mess - and he spots the vase full of flowers. He goes still and he gets an almost haunted look in his eyes. “Those from him?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Was it the first time? With him?” He says this quietly, almost timidly, still staring at the flowers.

“It was.”

His nostrils flare just once. If you weren’t watching him as closely as you are, you’d miss it. You see a tension in him and he’s on the verge of saying something to you, you can feel it. But then the tension drops, he looks over at you and he says, “That must be why I feel so drained. My balls are usually aching when I front.”

That’s not at all what you expected him to say, and you can’t help it when a laugh bubbles out of you. “Don’t they jerk off, at least?”

“Steven? Maybe a little. Marc? Probably never.” From the way he says the last bit you get the impression that he doesn’t think too much of Marc.

At the mention of Marc, you remember about last night and you want to bring it up to Jake, but he still hasn’t explained to you what happened this afternoon. “What does ‘I took care of them’ mean?”

He raises one eyebrow and gives you a look that says ‘Do you really want to know?’

“Jesus Christ, it’s the middle of the day!” You almost ask for more details, but you think better of it. “Are you hurt?”

His expression says, ‘Bitch, please’ and you take that as a ‘no.’

“You do realize that when they don’t check in, my boss will just send more? And they’ll be worse?”

“Why don’t you let me worry about that, yeah?”

You open your mouth to argue, but he crosses the space between you in two steps and starts tugging on your shirt. “After,” he tells you. “I think right now, we should get you out of these wet clothes.”

“You’re the reason they’re wet,” you complain.

“Did I make anything else wet?” he asks you in a low voice. He doesn’t wait for you to answer, kissing you full on the mouth while his hands slip under your shirt. His tongue slides over yours and it feels like he’s trying to consume you.

He’s on another level right now. Just thrumming with energy.

He nuzzles your neck, and a puff of breath heats your skin when he sighs softly. He whispers into your ear, his lips grazing you, “I missed you, mi corazón. Let me show you how much.”

He peels off your shirt and pants, groaning when he realizes you weren’t wearing underwear. You’re now completely naked in front of him and he’s still fully dressed, shoes and all. His hands caress your hips and he watches your face as he slides one hand between your legs. He bites his lip when he feels how wet you are and then he slides two fingers inside you and you gasp.

“Oh, yeah, you like when I give you my fingers, don’t you?” He’s got them shoved inside you and is tapping the tips against your G-spot. You suck in air through your teeth and let out a shaky breath. 

He holds you with a hand across your lower back and his face follows yours as you slowly roll your neck around, lost in the feeling. You’re holding onto his arms, his jacket beneath your hands still damp from the rain.

“Jake, please,” you beg in a whisper. You feel so unsteady with him fingering you while you’re both standing in the middle of the room.

“I got you, cariño,” he tells you.

You want nothing more than to touch him. You let go of one of his arms and reach down to unfasten his pants. He can’t swat your hand away without dropping you, but he tries to shift his hips out of your reach. You expect this and you grab the waistband of his pants and pull him toward you. He gives you a look like he’s calling you a brat but you’re able to unbutton and unzip his pants. You reach in and palm him over his underwear. He’s rock hard for you. You stroke him and then push your hand down into his pants to cup his balls. He mutters something under his breath that you don’t quite catch, but it sounds like Spanish.

You’re close, you can tell. You wrap your hand around his cock, still over his underwear, and he tries to pump himself into your hand. It’s so hot it sets you over the edge. You let your orgasm spread through you and you find yourself squirting all over the sleeve of his jacket.

He’s so surprised he stumbles but catches you both with a step forward. “Mierda, that was sexy.”

He gently removes his fingers. You’re unsteady on your feet so he sits you down on the side of the bed. He takes the towel from around his shoulders and cleans himself up.

You’re feeling relaxed and free. You ask him, a little teasingly, “Where’s your cap?”

He’s in the middle of removing his shirt, jacket already tossed aside, but he pauses to slick back his hair with one hand. “In the limo.”

“Where’s the limo?”

He’s working off his shoes now. “In the garage. Where I keep it.” 

“So you did run here.” You’re smiling at him. You feel like you just teased him about admitting he likes you likes you.

He’s just in his pants, which are still undone, and you can see his erection straining against his boxers. He pulls off both in one go and now he’s completely nude. You take an appreciative look at his body, how he’s hard and thick all over. Your pussy is throbbing again already.

“I wanted to get here quickly,” he says nonchalantly, though him running here to you is anything but.

He comes over and stands between your legs. You’re still smiling at him in this satisfied way. He rolls his eyes at you and grabs your thighs, tipping you so that you lay down on your back. 

“Wait,” you say and he stops, confused.

You reach over for the shopping bag on the nightstand next you. You pull out the box of condoms. He’s not confused anymore. “Steven.”

You glance up at him in acknowledgment as you’re trying to pull open the plastic encasing the box. You’re picking at the seam of it, but you can’t quite break into it.

Without warning Jake snatches it from you and he has the wrapper stripped from the box and crinkling in his hand the next second. He rips open the box and takes out a condom, tossing everything else on the floor. He rolls that condom over his dick while staring right at you. Almost as if to say ‘I’m doing this for you.’

Then, his eyes flick to your neck and his face tightens. He reaches out and traces a spot on your neck with his finger and you realize he’s noticing the love bite Steven left you. He’s a little too still while he does it and then he lifts his hand and touches the mark on his neck that you gave to Steven.

You would give anything to know what he’s thinking right then.

“Are you happy with him? With Steven?” he asks you.

“Jake.” You thought he was ok with you seeing Steven. When you talked about it he seemed fine with it. But now you’re not so sure.

“Just tell me.”

Reluctantly you answer. “Yes. What’s this about? Do you not want me to-”

“As long as he takes care of you.”

You’ve never seen this side to him before. This vulnerability. You want to unravel it, to see what’s underneath the front he puts up. You stare at him intently trying to get a glimpse, to understand what he’s feeling. He seems uncomfortable and you’re about to ask him to talk to you when he bends down and presses his lips to yours. At first his face is practically smashed into yours but then the kiss softens. He lingers there and you get the feeling that he needed a moment to pull himself together.

He lifts his head - his face hovering just above yours - and he whispers, “I didn’t put this condom on so we could just talk.”

He seems back to his old self and though you’re worried about him you can’t hold back a grin.

He stands up and drags you by your hips to the edge of the bed. He licks his fingers, but before he can touch you with them you say, “Oh, don’t you worry about that papi, I’m ready for you.”

He pauses. “Did you just call me ‘papi?’”

Instead of answering you give him sultry eyes.

“Do it again,” he orders, voice strained.

“Are we going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me, papi?”

He growls and throws your legs up, ankles on his shoulders. It takes just one thrust and he’s inside you. Your toes curl and you cry out with a “Fuuuuuck.”

Jake turns his head and kisses your leg, the gentle notion at odds with the rough thrusts of his hips. He looks down and watches himself piston into you for a few seconds, but looks away in agitation. But like a moth to a flame, he looks down again and, though you try, you can’t hold back a laugh at the look of disappointment on his face.

His head snaps up right as you try to cover your laughter with your hand. He smacks your ass. “Oh, you think this is funny?”

“Yeah, I do,” you tell him, not bothering to hide your laughter anymore. “I didn’t know one little condom would throw you off your game.”

He sucks his teeth and the dangerous glint in his eye tells you he’s about to teach you a lesson. And just like that you’re a puddle.

You’re not sure how he does it. One second your legs are up in the air, the next he’s slipped them off his shoulders and has spun you both around so that he’s laying on his back, feet planted on the floor and you’re on top. His dick remains buried in you the whole time. 

He’s got you by the hair at the nape of your neck, keeping your face just inches from his. His hips buck up into you at a furious pace and your pussy is involuntarily clenching around him.

“You were saying?”

“Nada, mi rey.”

He groans. “Say that again.”

“Mi rey. Tu eres mi rey.”

It’s shameful how quickly your orgasm comes. “That’s right. Cum all over my condom wrapped dick, mi reina.”

When your head clears, he’s holding your face and gently pressing kisses to your forehead, eyelids, and cheeks. “Think you have another one in you?”

You’re nodding when you say, “For you?”

“Mi cielo,” he breathes and kisses your forehead again. Then he picks you up and turns you both around so he can crawl more onto the bed with you under him. He holds you with just one arm, his other hand slides on the bed as he climbs in. 

“What’s this?” he asks as he pulls something from under the bunched up sheet. He holds it up and you can see it’s your vibrator. You had gotten yourself off before your date with Steven last night and tossed it back into the bed after cleaning it. He raises his eyebrows at you.

You can feel your cheeks heat up. “Two weeks is a long time,” you explain.

“Mmm. How do you-” he presses the button and it turns on. He clicks through the different settings. “Which one?”

“Number five,” you mumble. He clicks to it and looks to you for confirmation. You nod.

He brings it down to your clit.

“No, Jake, I-” Your protest is cutoff when the vibe hits your spot and you moan. Jake looks down at you smugly. “I’m not going to last long,” you breathe out.

“Good,” he says. “Me neither.”

—

You’re lying in bed after, Jake wiping up the mess on your chest with the towel. He had made you cum first - fucking you slowly while your vibrator massaged your clit. And then he’d begged you, “Please don’t make me cum in this thing” - meaning the condom. As soon as you told him he could cum wherever he wanted, he pulled out of you, tossed the condom onto the plastic bag on the floor, and jerked onto your tits, getting some on your chin and neck.

He gives your naked body, stretched out on the bed, a once-over with his eyes. Then he sits up and reaches for his clothes. He struggles to pull up his pants, still damp from earlier. After he zips them up, instead of reaching for his shirt, he picks up the dress and undergarments you left strewn on the chair. He examines them for a moment. “How come you’ve never worn this for me?”

“Because you’ve never taken me on a date.”

His bare chest rises and falls in a succession of short shallow breaths. He gives you a perfunctory nod and looks away, setting your clothes back where they were.

“Jake, it was a joke.”

He doesn’t respond, just puts his shirt on and then stuffs his feet into his shoes.

“Jake, come on, talk to me, please.”

He picks up your clothes from the floor and hands them to you. You grab his wrist when he moves away and tug until he looks at you. In your sternest voice you say, “Talk.”

He sighs, but at least he’s looking at you now and he doesn’t look away. Finally he says, “I wish I could give you more than this. More than these stolen moments.”

He traces your lips with his thumb. He’s still looking at you but it’s like he’s not really seeing you. Or he is, but it’s not the you sitting in front of him. It’s another you, in another time - or another world. 

He kisses the top of your head, then scoops up his jacket - and the trash - from the floor. Just like that the spell is broken.

You start to put on your shirt and when you pop your head through the neck hole, you see he’s almost at the door, tossing the trash in the bin before reaching for the handle. He’s trying to leave in a hurry. “Wait,” you call out.

He pauses but doesn’t turn around. 

“I haven’t told you about last night, yet.” You shove your legs into your pants and pull them up.

His shoulders droop. “I’m not really interested in hearing-”

“Oh! No! Not about… Marc showed up.”

He whips around, alarmed. “During…?”

“Oh, God, no.” It hadn’t even occurred to you yet that it was a possibility. “After. Later. I heard him talking to Steven.”

He waits for you to go on.

“He’s definitely on to me. At least, he knows something’s up. I don’t think Steven really believes him, but I… I haven’t gotten anywhere with Steven - investigation-wise - and if the henchmen posted outside the flat were any indication, I’d say I’m out of time. Kind of in a shitpickle here. If my boss doesn’t send someone to kill me, Marc probably will when he finds out what I’m after, or that I work for-” 

You stop rambling just in time. Rule number one of working for your boss: Don’t tell people who you work for.

Jake’s looking at you like he doesn’t know if he should be concerned or laugh. “You really think Marc would kill you?”

You think it’s pretty obvious. “Wouldn’t he?”

He grins and says, “No,” like it’s ridiculous you would even think that. “He does have a reputation, but Marc isn’t the ruthless killer you think he is.”

“Oh?” You feel like you’re missing a piece of this puzzle. It doesn’t quite add up. “Could I just talk to Marc, then? Maybe I could-”

“No.” He says this with finality. There’s no room to argue or negotiate with a ‘no’ like that.

“Care to tell me why?” His jaw shifts, but he stays silent. “You don’t seem to think that much of him. Why is that?”

“Don’t worry about Marc. Don’t worry about anyone coming after you. I’ll take care of it. Just keep trying with Steven, yeah?”

You’re not convinced and he can tell.

“Promise me you won’t go to Marc,” he says. He’s deadly serious.

You open your mouth but don’t say anything. 

“Promise me.”

“Fine. I promise I won’t go to Marc.” And you meant it. You fully intended to keep your promise. You didn’t know that just hours later, you would have to break it.

~~~

Translations:

Cariño, estás ahí? Abre. = Sweetheart, are you there? Open up.

Mi corazón = My heart

Nada, mi rey. = Nothing, my king.

Mi rey. Tu eres mi rey. = My king. You are my king.

Mi reina = My queen

Mi cielo = My sky

Mierda = Shit/Fuck

Chapter 4 | Masterlist | Chapter 6

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[pbandjesse]

Sadly baby mouse died overnight. I am not shocked after how quickly he deteriorated yesterday. I just hope he was comfortable in the end. I feel really bad. But I tried my best. I really did. I would bury him with his brother in the clover pot.

I felt sad this morning because of that. I hadn't slept bad. And let myself sleep until 9. When I woke up I had a sore throat. It's like deep in the base of my skull. Which might be be allergies but it for sure not comfy.

I got dressed. And tried to feel fine. I cleaned up all the mouse stuff. Said goodbye. Tried to feel normal.

I had a little breakfast. And I worked on the sweater project. I decided that it's not the right shape. Which is alright. It was a fun try and I will move on to the next project now. I am not sure what that will look like but I'm looking forward to trying to make something else

My hands need a little break I think though and I might do some sewing to get ready for the Christmas market. Or draw some new bears. We will see.

I would chill on the couch after I vacuumed up the yarn fluff I got all over the living room. I thought about cleaning but then I was just a bit paralyzed. I was tired and couldn't do anything. So I didn't. I had a deviled egg. I ran downstairs to get a package for a neighbor when the doorbell rang. I laid in bed for a little while.

I got up at 12 and finished getting ready. I put my shoes on. And I was off. I said hello to my neighbor outside. And drove to awah.

I put on music to hype myself up. And got there early. I was most of the way set up when Zoe got there.

It was a fun day. I was really pleased to see the sisters back from the spring who I really like. I also just really liked the project. We were talking about geometric shapes and colors and patterns. And everyone seemed really into it. Which I always love. I just want everyone to have fun. And this was a good one.

Me and Naomi also made some art to encourage the teens. One of the sister, Tiffany, loved the black outlines on my art and asked if she could do it too. Of course!! She seemed so excited, it was so sweet. Her sister, Sierra, held my hand and told me she was afraid of bees. She also was very concerned with the dates of the class which I think is very sweet. She just wants to know what's up, which I can absolutely relate too.

We had a lull between groups and were able to reset. I had a nice conversation with Mary Ellen about what puhtok does and the group I work with on Tuesdays with profoundly disabled students. She got a little misty! I was surprised but I also got it.

The adult class was fun. I had a nice conversation with Andrew and his dad about how Andrew has such a beautiful eye for color and his work reminds me of Hilma af Klint. Which I think made Andrew flattered.

I also just had some nice interactions with Richard and his aid. About pop art and painting. It was a fun class.

Me and Naomi would chat about her trip next weekend and how we have no class. It'll be nice to have a free Sunday. And we were pretty good at reminding people about it. Hate to mess up any of their routines, I know how important that is for them, but everyone seems mostly chill about it.

It would take a little bit to get all of the materials out away. Andrew and Brian had helped us bring things to the table and I got everything put away. Chatted with Andrew's dad. But soon it was time to go.

I remembered to alarm the building. And then walked to my car. Which was surprisingly warm. I took my sweater and socks off. And wrote my notes for the class while the ac cooled down the car.

I I went to target. I was originally going to go this morning but I am glad I waited. It was fun. But it was also incredibly busy. Target was having some kind of sale if you used the app. Which finally pushed me to download the app.

And I saved so much??? I had $18 in Cashback on my account I didn't know about and a $5 gift card, plus 30% off half my items. I ended up getting a $95 order for $58! That's crazy!

I did really good sticking to my list. But I also treated myself to a beautiful green fleece jacket that I love. Its so soft. And if we use girl math, with my discounts today I got it for free.

Of course it's way to warm to wear it. But in the coming weeks I am sure it's going to be great.

I paid after waiting on a very long line. Almost left the store without getting the security tag taken off the fleece but after the door beeped at me twice I went back and got it fixed. Oops.

I dropped off my purchases in the car and walked to five below. Which was also to busy but it was fine. I did not have luck finding what I was looking for. The final items on my list. Pimple patches and brown sugar chapstick. I still had fun looking around.

I remembered I had a $10 gift card for Ulta so I walked next door and had great luck. I found a new brand of patches that weren't expensive and the brown sugar chapstick! Which had a redesigned package so I'm glad I was able to find it even if it didn't look like I expected from the old packaging.

The girl at the counter was excited for me that my total was $4 after my gift card. Excellent. Love a deal. She also helped me fix my Ulta account that wasn't set up correctly. Why it had my Minnesota address and my brother's name I will never know. Weird weird weird.

I walked to the Michaels next. No luck on the strap material but I found a few other little things I was excited about. Some ribbon and super glue. A cup and a wall hook shaped like a heart. I had a coupon for there too. I was doing really good today.

I got a piece of candy while I was there and ate that while I walked back to the car. And then home.

It was a nice drive back. And I was really happy to be back. I was tired.

James was playing DND with their friends. I put things away and laid on the couch with sweetp. James said they would play for another hour. And once that hour was up I requested they get off and have dinner with me. So they did.

They would run to the store to get dressing. And then we had a salad, fries, and grilled cheeses for dinner. James just made one dinner that we shared and it was very sweet. I love my husband.

I have been hanging out all evening. Texting Celia about how whimsy is the best prevention for COVID. Sweetp was being a little cutie cuddling me. I got a shower. James and me are in bed now. I am very much ready for sleep.

James told me that they are very sorry that baby mouse died. But they feel like taking care of him healed something in them for the mouse tests they had to do in highschool. I am glad that we tried. I am sad but I know we showed kindness and that is important to me.

Tomorrow we are taking Sweetp to the vet for a check up. He is to fat so I am expecting them to tell us that. But besides that I think we are just having a chill day. I hope it is restful.

Sleep well everyone. Wash your hands and take care of eachother.

[hwaightme]

hii i just wanted to add FFH is like all in one package, romcon, with many twists, comedy/humour, emotional moments that lead to closeness, aspects of reality, facing obstacles and challenges but making it through, showing light to all kinds of scenarios and unexpected surprises 🥺 everything i read im just in awe like this is perfect content, i see major movie vibes for real and i would quite literally love to watch something like this even!! its very comfy for me and makes me feel so warm, a big fat hug to all my days 🤗

now i do feel kinda annoying bc im constantly in your notifs 😅 sometimes i think lemme chill but thats quite impossible bc you're already become my fav ateez writer but ur work is just tooooo good? u deserve a bunch of head pats, kisses, every good thing in the world for providing us with such greatness and sharing ur lovely gift to us❣❣

also im yet to dive into all ur works (which i will be soon) so im probably going to annoy u more im sorry in advance😭 haha

I think the best way that I can describe how I am feeling right now is... overwhelmed? There are so many things that I want to say but I cannot seem to be able to say them because I am just... so very happy. Your words struck me right in my heart and really bring me motivation and encouragement. It is an honour to have you say that you see this in a movie style, and that you can picture it in that way <3

And please no not at all! You are not annoying in any way! Instead you are quite literally my serotonin provider and I am so infinitely grateful for you, and for the time that you take to leave your thoughts and comments on my fics and ramblings ahah~ sgkfjdsfkjg FAVOURITE ATEEZ WRITER!?! WHAT IF I SOB RN!?! This just... please YOU accept all the hugs and smooches and omg I do love a good headpat ahah <3 thank you <333

I'd love to hear more of your thoughts, always <3

Much love <3

#hm/asks #softie00 #I am floating in a wholesome state #<3 #thank you

[frodo-with-glasses]

i don't know if you've done this one before, but- 1, 3, 12, and 15 for Arwen and Rosie? i know we don't see them interact much in canon but i've always assumed they became friends, especially since elanor was a handmaiden to arwen! <3

Oh my word, I can’t believe I missed the whole “handmaiden to Arwen” thing in Appendix B, I am BLIND. But I just found it again! I’d forgotten all about it! LOL But let’s get to your questions.

1. “When I think they became friends”

Well, assuming they didn’t strike up a friendship via written correspondence between the Shire and Minas Tirith, these two must have become friends when the Gamgees traveled to Gondor in the year 1442. Doubtlessly Aragorn would’ve made them very welcome in his home, and that would give Arwen and Rosie lots of time to get to know each other.

3. “A random headcanon I have of them”

Rosie knitted socks for all of Arwen’s kids while they were staying in Minas Tirith. She also made even bigger extras, for when they outgrew the original pairs. They were extremely good, comfy, warm socks, excellent for the winter months, and for years afterwards Rosie would continue to send a yearly package of socks to the Queen for her children.

12. “A word to describe them”

Maternal, adj: Behaving or feeling in the way that a mother does toward her child, especially in a kind, loving way; motherly.

15. “If I’d like to be friends with them”

Rosie? Heck yes, in a heartbeat! Anyone who loves and is loved by my boi Sam would be a marvelous person to hang out with!

Arwen? That’s where it gets complicated. I have expressed frustration before that she has no personality in the book except “perfect”, which kinda puts me off the friendship thing. It’s the same reason I still don’t like Lothlorien, even after all these years. To interact with perfection—when oneself is imperfect—is to taint perfection and make it lesser than it was before. This isn’t a veiled cry of self-loathing, it’s just a fact of the universe. If you have a bowl of clear water, and you wash your dirty feet in it, the water is now no longer clear.

I would be willing to sit in the Hall of Fire and listen to elvish songs while Arwen was there as well. I would be as polite as possible—might even bow—if I crossed paths with her in Rivendell or Minas Tirith. But presume to be her friend? That’s far above me, and I’m not going to even risk the appearance of arrogance.

TL;DR: Arwen, no, but it’s not her, it’s me.

FRIENDSHIP ASK GAME!

#ask game #rosie gamgee #arwen #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing

[risenwraith]

#56 Twelve things that will get me through Chemo (because I say they will.)

So, the doctors would like me to do six sessions of chemo, but they say depending on how I react (if badly) it may only be four or even two – which obviously is far less satisfactory in the ‘never having to worry about this shit again’ stakes. That means this is going to be an endurance game. I am going to win because my reserves of spite and bloody-mindedness are deeper than the Mariana Trench. Also, because I’m not above cheating, I have a list of charms that will get me through...

Cadbury’s Milk Chocolate Little Bars. (Thin milk chocolate that tastes like childhood.) Do I even know if I can eat these when ill? No idea. Will the simple thought of them sustain me? Yes.

Several audio books, including: The Locked Tomb Series (utterly mental, only just stared it and it's insane but good), Sandman (amazing AF - the audio is as good as the comics and and better than the NF series, that's saying something), Johannes Cabal (really good fun pulp fiction), Piranesi (so dreamy and strange AF), A Darker Shade of Magic (doom upon magical world-walking doom), Nettle & Bone (not read yet but sounds great), and Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrel (Regency magicians. A little Austin, a little historical, a little faerytale, a long read or listen but it will enchant you either way and you'll never be free.)

Ginger chews for sugar and anti-nausea properties. Also they are tasty and the packaging rocks.

Anti-nausea wrist bands. It's very basic acupuncture / pressure point without needles, but it works very well.

Warm socks and flompy comfy clothes (Yes I have those slippers, no I probably won't take them to hospital, but you get my point.)

Cats, and plush purple cats. Only the small purple ones can come to the hospital, obviously, but I know the real ones will sleep on me as soon as I’m home. (This isn't Spindle or Treacle, I feel I should start some sort of call for all the little Bang On The Door purple long legged cats so I can give them more siblings - seriously please give me all the little purple long-legged idiots.)

My Spell Coat scarf and paper stars. (If you don't know about Spell Coats, watch the Jim Henson's Storyteller for the aesthetics or read Diana Wynne Jones - you may know her from Howl's Moving Castle, but definitely read The Dalemark Quartet.) The point is, you can weave a story to make it true. This masterpiece was made by the amazing Cassandra-Kate. I shall wear the scarf and hand out the paper stars she crafted to anyone who looks like they need them.

Protein drinks. Since I have no idea how ill I may feel or how up to eating actual food I will be, I’ve ordered some vanilla flavoured protein powder in case there are days where I have to rely on milkshakes.

Creativity. When I can paint or write I will. When I can’t, I shall just splat and read or watch films. (I picked the first pic that came up on my hard drive to represent this and I do not recall what sketchbook that came from or wtf I was doing - I don't even think I have it here - but I guess it's sort of valid? Half-dead-alive-girl. Shit.

Love Nikki Dress Up Queen. A free phone game where you pass challenges by styling different outfits. Very anime cute and pretty. (I’m Bedlam in game if you want to be friends, and my styling association is Witch House which you’re very welcome to join.)

A new wig or possibly two. Two, in fact. One thanks to Kal and one thanks to DT - I am very grateful for beautiful feathers!

Coconut water. It tastes like the essence of liquid biscuits - Digestive Biscuits - which if you aren't from the UK won't mean much. Let's say 'healthy cookie water' to you heathens I apparently live with now.

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