#er visits are pricey

[cherry-pop-elf]

Cuddle Party

George figured a new couch was in order, given the last one kinda uh. Exploded. Might as well help him break it in!

I blame @george-weasleys-girl for this. It literally all stemmed for this pic

Warnings: Heavy petting. ((Yeah it seems like a vanilla warning, but hey sometimes you aren’t in the right headspace for sexual content. Even if there isn’t sex. You valid sweetie!)) lots of fluff, and some wholesome “teaching your kid about deafness”

Writing coms open

“See? As if nothing had ever happened!” That nothing being your son, Fred the second, inherited someone’s pyrotechnic passion. Wasn’t Freddy’s fault. He wasn’t even old enough for a wand yet, but he was showing brilliant magic. Even so young. You two made sure he understood it was an accident, but also used it as a good learning lesson that when accidents happen you do your best to fix them. Gentle parenting was what helped Freddy best, and like hell you would ever yell at him for such an accident.

“You wanted an excuse for this, didn’t you?” You would tease, as you leaned over the massive thing. Was pretty much a alaskan king, with many purple cushions to accent the orange material. It was loud, and that was how you liked it. It was also perfect for when family was over. Just move the furniture around, and the couch was suddenly much longer with many seats. You did like that. This would make having company over far easier. You really did like it.

"MAYBE~" He cackled, before he jumped onto the thing. A graceful flop he went, with so much space to move around. That had you rolling your eyes, but you were smiling. Your husband. Such a adorable man, and that made you so happy. Kept you feeling young, even with so much happening. With that being said, it also meant you had a streak of mischeif all the same. Before your husband knew it, you jump right on him. Making him wheeze, before laughing.

"NO FAIR! IM DEAF I COULDNT HEAR YOU COMING!" He, playfully, argued. Along with took advantage of your laughter to pin you down. Made you laugh more, as you would fight back. Your wrists pinned, and sock feet flailing, as your were attacked with kisses. Left you squealing, as he made sure to attack your sweet spots. Leaving no mercy, as the two of you broke in the new furniture.

“You are a menace to society, just my type~” He growled, as he gave you a kiss. Then another, and another, and before either of knew it. It was more than just kissing. You two were just engulfed by each other. Utterly addicted to each other’s flavors and scents. The fresh ash, and sweet pastries.

Suppose you two were breaking in the new couch, that’s for sure. As if either of you could complain. That is, until your passionate moment was interrupted by someone jumping onto George’s back. Made him wheeze, before tumbling across the furniture. Leaving you to have someone fall on your stomach.

“ITS LIKE A BIG BED-!” Junior shouted, before he crawled off of you. Quick to stand up, and jump on it. Meanwhile, you two needed a moment to breathe again. You caught your breath far quicker than George did. Since he was full on WWE-ed.

“Dad! DAD-!” Junior shouted, but George was busy with a bruised back. Not to mention his good ear was forced into the cushion, so he didn’t hear Freddy at all. You used that to your advantage, and soon scooped Freddy up.

“Remember, Daddy doesn’t hear to well. Right?” A nice learning moment. With Freddy in your lap, as you sat crossed legged. “Yeah yeah-! He hears only half the stuff we do-!” Junior would agree, and made the sign for ‘silent’ on his left ear. Just like where George’s was missing.

“That’s a good job-! Oh you did so well, you remembered!” You praised, making your son beam. Learning languages sure comes naturally, when half your family’s speaks more than one language. Romanian, Mandarían, French, Arabic, Latin, and throw in some British Sign Language.

“And you remember what we said about yelling?” You asked, as he nodded. “Not everyone likes it! So you gotta ask em first. Cause yelling is scary sometimes. Like when grandma Molly yells. She yells loud!” Junior said, making an explosion motion with his hands.

“Oh she got lungs alright-“ George huffed, as he caught himself again. Once he was steady, Junior was quick to camper over to George. Yanked into the older man’s arms, and held high in the air. Then, he collapsed on the couch. With Junior plopping on his chest. You were quick to snuggle your husbands side, as Junior sat on his chest. Having to much energy.

“Your kid-“ You tease, before kissing your husbands cheek. That made Junior stick his tongue out, and George mimicked him. Having a silly face off. That made you laugh, as you enjoyed the cuddle session with your family.

Eh, that old couch had been here since you three had got the permit for the place. Some things needed to be replaced. But memories like this? Never. You wanted to simply keep creating, and keeping, more and more. Forever, and ever.

#harry potter #harry potter magic awakened #hpma #magic awakened #George Weasley #george weasley x reader #fluff #so much fluff #i blame my friend #yes this is a very old draft #college keeps you busy #leave me alone #I’m already writing essays man sob #this is a pass time #semi side hussle #speaking of which don’t forget I take coms #please #er visits are pricey #thanks #hp #hp magic awakened #deaf George Weasley #disabled George Weasley #George Weasley is deaf #George Weasley is disabled #stop earasing it to fit your narrative when there is geuienly zero reason for it #I’m not talking about au’s #you know who you are #I see you #ok maybe my muscle relaxers kicked in by now

[shygirl4991]

Brewing Romance Chapter 5 Finding your Pride

A Collab Story with @lizaluvsthis

SMG3 and SMG4 design for the AU by Liz!

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Summary:SMG4 starts to struggle with his finances when he learns living in his newly built castle is more pricey than he thought. So when he gets an invite to the grand opening of SMG3 Coffee n Bombs he manages to land himself a second job as the cafe waiter where both men will learn that coffee won't be the only thing brewing in this cafe.

Tags: Slow burn, fluff, comedy, just two idiots in love, love confession, first kiss, angst

SMG3 gets back home from the dark web, he needs a better way to get items to make bombs. Yawning he takes the elevator to his bedroom, he changes into his pajamas before remembering he forgot to finish checking inventory “Ugh how the hell does four do anything with this little bit of sleep.”

Throwing his phone on the bed he takes the elevator back up, lazily slaps his hat on his head he attempts to take inventory fighting his strong need to sleep. That's when he heard pounding on the front door, he became confused on who the hell would be at his door this late at night.  He runs from the back from surprise to see who his guest is “SMG4?” He opens the door and gets tackled by a crying SMG4, the fog in his mind cleared as he holds the man close. He was concerned why the man was crying, he kicked the door close still holding the man close to him. He didn't notice the hat slipping from his head “Hey it’s okay what happened?” he awkwardly pats four’s back. After a few minutes standing there in each other's arms he felt the man relax at last, he stepped back sniffling “Sorry, I had a dream about…you know the god box and zero.” 

SMG3 sighs, he felt this was all his fault if he didnt rush the hat he wouldn't have triggered those memories.  He makes a mental note to take better care of himself as he takes the man’s hand, it feels as natural as breathing these days to do that. He pulls out a chair for him to sit before smirking at the man “Guess I'm making more coffee for us since it seems you can't stay away,” he teased. SMG4 giggled, that was music to Three's ears given how much of a mess the man was at the start “Can't help it if i have such a charming boss!”

SMG3 felt a smile grow on his face as he walked to the machine, that's when he felt the cold breeze go through his hair. His eyes go wide turning to grab his hat that slipped off his head, his lazily put together bun breaks free letting his hair loose. He stood there nervous at the reaction the other man would give “You..uh the er hair is long…you look haha so how about that latte?”

SMG3 blinks seeing the reaction “What? THAT'S YOUR REACTION?!” Four panics standing up from his seat “How am i supposed to react?! You have long hair that makes you look…ha uh like a…” his face goes beat red trying to find his words “knight? Yeah, like a charming prince, kind of like a coffee prince!?” 

Three squints at the man walking up to him, SMG4 could feel himself about to pass out from the heat his face was emitting.  He swears he is starting to see those strange anime sparkles he always sees happening in those romance anime that Boopkin watches, his eyes slowly drift to the side hoping he wouldn't drop dead. SMG3 crosses his arms and sighs “Sorry, I'm so used to you being an asshole I just assumed you learning that I let my hair grow…well you would have called me a girl or something stupid.” 

He walks to pick up his hair tie to put his hair back into a bun, Four watches him walk away confused by these strong emotions from seeing his hair loose. He sits back down watching Three slap his hat on and walk to make coffee, as he watches his mind start to drift. Daydreaming he pictures SMG3 with his hair loose visiting him at the castle, he grabs his hand smirking at him the light hitting him just right that his red eyes glowed “SMG4..i have been wanting to tell you something for a long time,” Four blushes leaning forward “What is it?” Three tightens his grip “I find your content super funny…i'm even subscribed to you and i always make sure that i'm the first to like it!” 

SMG4 giggles at his daydream making Three worried “That nightmare must have shaken something loose.”

Three finished making the coffee and gently placed the cup in front of him, SMG4 was still giggling to himself which was starting to really scare SMG3. He snaps his fingers in front of the man's face “Hello? OI IDIOT IS ANYONE HOME!?” Four jumps up and lets out an awkward cough “Er my bad was lost in thought about memes for some videos.” 

Three rolls his eyes “Are you serious? How you deal with your issues can be interesting, that's for sure. Now what's this about the god box?” Four frowns looking at his drink “Don't remember much of my dream but…the moment you got hurt plays on loop in my head right now…guess I still wish I did more to stop it.”  Three sips his coffee hoping it will give him enough power to be able to listen to Four, he can feel himself slowly nodding off. SMG4 leans back in the chair touching his left eye “Hey Three…if i was the one that got hurt, what would you have done?”

SMG3 stares at his empty cup thinking, back then all he wanted was the man to be dead. That was until he jumped in front of a sword to protect him, the man no matter how many years he has known him will always be an idiot protecting others before himself. He hums thinking “Not sure, things were so different back then. I mean Four think about it back then what would you do?” he lets out a chuckle “Not like you would give an eye up for me or anything, you did what you could when I got hurt and managed to save it.” 

Four frowns dropping his hand from his eye “Yeah..like i would do something that dumb…” 

Noticing the change in tone Three reaches out and pats Fours hand “It was a life changing event that had a bright side, i know it's easy to say let it go but don't let the guilt eat you alive. Trust me, the guilt about what happened at peach's castle likes to stab me too.”

SMG4 twitches remembering the keyboard, he gets up to stretch doing his best to not focus on the negatives. Thanks to those horrible events he gets to live in peace right now with Three and hand out coffee, he lets out a small chuckle realizing how domestic his living has gotten since he and Three got closer. He turns to ask another question to see Three has fallen asleep on the table, Four smiles softly as he gets closer to the sleeping man “You're so handsome like this…” he gently lifts up the man carrying him bridle style as he walks to the elevator. He hears a soft snore making him giggle, he blinks, staring at the sleeping man slowly realizing something “Three..maybe if you stayed this relaxed and not so cranky, i would find myself in trouble.” 

He goes down the elevator and tucks in SMG3 taking his hat off, then slowly lets his hair loose. He smiles softly and without a second thought kisses SMG3 on the head, blushing at what he did as he runs to the elevator to hurry home.

He slams the door to his room and throws himself onto his bed in a panic “AHHHH WHY DID I DO THAT?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!” He covers his face with a pillow trying to figure out what was going on with him. At least he knew for the rest of the night he won't be having nightmares given his mind is filled with SMG3.

It's the next day, nervously SMG4 gets dressed; he was still unsure what came over him last night. With a sigh he starts to walk outside staring at the cafe “Please don't let today be awkward.” he steps in the cafe to hear SMG3 yelling on the phone “THE HELL YOU MEAN PEOPLE ARE COMPLAINING WE AREN'T LGBTQ PLUS FRIENDLY!?” He slowly turns to see Karen letting out a sigh as she sips her coffee while Three paces back and forth on the phone

SMG3 sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose “Have you seen our waiter? He is more fruit than fruit loops and you're telling me that's not enough?”  Four glares at his boss putting his hands on his hips “See he is doing something super gay right now need picture proof?”

Three’s face drops as he hangs up the phone, he then growls and throws his phone to the wall smashing it. Karen puts her cup down to get a broom “Told you we should have done what starbucks did.” Three glares at her “We aren't starbucks plus being a king living in one is enough for me to not want to be a starbucks. We need something different, unique to us..” 

MG4 walks up to Three rubbing his back to help him relax, Karen walks out with the broom and gives four a look. She has seen the two interact before, it was always funny seeing the two act like some old sitcom couple fighting about the strangest things. At this moment she noticed something different, SMG4 was giving such a soft look to his boss, one she never noticed before. She lets out a soft chuckle shaking her head as she starts cleaning the mess. Three relaxes as he takes out sticky notes “Thanks..also i didn't mean to pass out on you last night wanted to apologize before the day started,” Four shakes his head “Hey from how out cold you were it seems like you pulled one from my books!” he giggles as SMG3 looks away blushing “ugh baka.”

He walks to the back thinking what he could do to save the cafe “Do something gay with what you already sell…” he looks around the room. Pride cookies felt too low, he wasn't even sure how he could turn coffee gay after all he is lucky he can make the amount he knows without breaking the machine. With that thought he makes a note to study latte art in his free time.

It was time to open the cafe, SMG4 was in charge of making the coffees to cover for Three. Sadly due to the drama over the cafe being not lgbtq friendly people didnt come in,  works for Four given he was worried about having to make coffee and deliver them. He hears the door open, he smiles and waves “Hey Melony welcome should i get your usual?” 

She gives him a sad smile “uh yeah! And can you do something for me also?”  she hands him a note, he takes it confused as he reads the front of the note ‘To SMG3’ he sighs. After everything with Zero and the god box, SMG3 distanced himself from most of the crew.  Melony was one that never gave up hope that one day Three would let go and become her friend again. “I will try Melony, I will drop it off while I get your coffee beans.”  He steps to the back room to see sticky notes balled up on the floor around the other man. 

He casually walks up to Three dropping the note then grabs the bag of coffee beans heading out as fast as he can. SMG3 picks up the note and starts to read it, annoyed he gets up and walks to the front of the cafe “MELONY!”  she stands up straight turning to give SMG3 a huge smile “SMG3! How have you been?”

SMG4, noticing the other crew members walking in, he decides to serve them to give Three and Melony space.  He hands her the note “I told you to leave me alone, all you have done is harass me over this so-called friendship we never had! All we did was draw stupid shit together, leave me alone!” Melony’s eyes start to water. “I know we were friends please i just…I'm sorry I never wanted you to get hurt.” with that she takes her coffee and leaves the cafe. 

“Your parents sure raised a good one, was it really fair to just yell at the kid like that?” Karen frowns watching Melony leave. 

SMG3 lets out a bitter laugh “If by parents you mean a stupid USB ship then yeah i sure had family show me the way…unlike him.” His eyes drift to Four laughing with Tari and Saiko. “SMG4 had everything better…school everyone loved him, he then became the best at youtube he even managed to find himself a family. I came from nothing, but I grew into someone and I'm getting better day by day.”

He was going to walk away but was surprised to be stopped by Karen gently grabbing his arm. “You lived your life alone…i'm sorry for that but if i learn anything raising my kids is being able to see lost children. Right now you're lost, you don't have to listen to me but just think, is pushing folks away because you fear loss really worth being alone again?” 

With that she lets him go and returns to her station looking done with everything, he looks down thinking over her words. He pushed everyone away but SMG4 given the man doesn't know when to quit, otherwise Karen wasn't wrong he has slowly been putting himself in the isolated box he was in at the start. He walks to the back room and takes out his journal gently touching it “If you cant express your emotions through words you draw…right melony?” ripping a page from his journal he starts to draw. 

Four waves goodbye to his friends, the day has been extremely slow due to lack of customers. He was getting worried over how Three will take it if can't figure out how to save the cafe, he decides to try to come up with ideas but no matter how hard he thought he only ended up drawing memes that made him laugh.  SMG3 walks out from the back room with a huge smile “I GOT IT!” 

SMG4 jumps up in excitement “You have an idea how to show our pride?” 

Three nods, throwing a pin at Four, he catches it and his eyes light up.  In his hand was a pin in the shape of a bomb with the bisexual flag colors on it “Whoa these look amazing Three!” the man chuckles “I know! The idea came to me when I was uh…working on something personal. The two I have are prototypes I'm going to take to my people to make more! We show those pain in the ass HR our pride and make money, these bad boys five dollars want extra cost extra!” 

Four runs up to three and hugs him “This is great!” Three blushes as he slowly slips out of the hug and takes the pin from Four. He never would have pictured drawing an apology to Melony would help him find his own pride, he stares at the pin and chuckles to himself he was coloring in the drawing when he notices the colors he tested looked like a pride flag and went off from there. Never would he imagine that even after all this time Melony still can inspire him, he puts the pins in the box ready to make these pins a reality. 

“Time to get these bad boys out before HR arrives tomorrow, later losers!” He leaves the cafe determined to save not only his cafe but his lost friendships. SMG4 watches the man leave and softly smiles to himself “To think I was worried today would be awkward…but we didn't even talk.” Why did that bother him? He sighs confused by these strange emotions, shaking off the strange need for SMG3 company he finishes his chores in the cafe not noticing Karen was studying his every move. 

#smg4 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #lizaluv #shygirl4991 #smg3 coffee n bombs #smg34 fanfiction #brewing romance

[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: They're so cute I wanna cry -Danny Words: 2,304 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Alone Together' -by Fall Out Boy

XXXIII: The Slowest Slow-burn Becomes a Wild-fire

It's been a while since Janus visited my dreams, so I can't help but groan in annoyance when I see him in the Empire State lobby.

"Can't a girl mourn in peace?" I complain.

"We're happy to see you too," the right head replies.

"What do you want?"

"Your crossroad is approaching, demigod," he says. "We have a present for you."

"I didn't know you gave presents to go along with the existential crisis!" I cross my arms.

"Funny," the left head sneers.

"We're here to talk to you one last time..."

"For now," Leftie adds.

"Let me finish!" says Right. "Arae Jackson. You have to choose."

"I choose to wake up!" 

"War is coming," Right ignores me. "The end of a story."

"The start of another," Leftie continues.

"A chance for a good life. A short one."

"But happy," counts Left. "As happy as it can be."

"Or..." Right grins wickedly.

"Or!" Leftie exclaims with delight.

"Or?" I ask impatiently.

"An opportunity to fix your mistakes!" 

"Though no good deed goes unpunished. Meddling is pricey, Jackson."

"Small cost for greatness," Right sighs. "And a child of Olympus doesn't dwell on sacrifice."

"All gods are flawed anyway," Leftie chuckles. "You'll fit right in!"

I feel something cold run down my spine. "I-I don't understand..."

"We know," they reply.

"That's the fun of it!" Left cackles.

"One thing's for sure," Right smirks. "If you choose wrong, everyone dies!"

The dream goes away, and the floor with it. Everything around me is pitch-black but I can hear the roaring of a creature—A sulfuric smell burns my nose, and I start choking.

Ara gives most of her food as an offering to the gods—her stomach feels the size of a walnut—then takes little sips from her goblet before abandoning the table. She leaves without even glancing at Cabin Nine's table. 

She doesn't want to see  Leo; if he looks normal, or if he looks even worse than she does, neither of those is going to make her feel better. Ara wishes she had someone to talk to who could give her all the answers. But alas, the more she grows, the more she realizes just how tragically lonely life is.

"Hi, beautiful. I saw you and thought—'Wow, I should follow her to a secluded area, that'll make her like me'," Leo speaks behind her as soon as she reaches the beach.

He's more nervous than he'd like to admit, but his hands betray him, fidgeting nonstop. He's wearing a clean pair of cargo pants and a camp shirt, he also tried to brush his hair but the wind is making it messy again.

"I, er..." Ara can't help feeling dizzy knowing Leo took his time to get clean and look nice just for her.

"Hang on," he's got a blanket over his shoulder, the boy holds it and walks past her. "You're always giving orders, let me give it a try..." he places the fabric over the sand. "Sit."

Ara doesn't know what to expect from Leo, he picks up a little basket that she hadn't noticed a moment ago, and her body lights up when she realizes he's prepared a picnic.

"You didn't eat," he sits next to her. "Me neither. Jason said you get hungry during the date anyway, so I thought it'd be a good idea to eat while we talk and..." he clears his throat, trying not to feel self-conscious. "It's cheesy but—"

"It's perfect," Ara hugs her knees. "I've never done anything like this, but cheesy's a good way to start, I think."

"I'm counting on it, 'cause that's all I've got," Leo mimics her pose in a more relaxed way. "But if you end up not liking it, we can try something else."

Ara can't make eye contact yet, so she keeps her gaze on the food. "So uhm... what's in the basket?"

"Double-stuffed Oreos and a six-pack of cokes," the boy rubs his neck. "That's all Travis Stoll could get me on short notice."

Ara's faced armies of monsters without flinching, but a first date stresses her beyond belief. "I like Oreos."

Leo moves the basket closer to her. "Help yourself."

She opens a package. "When I first got here, I asked for a stuffed cookie the size of my palm. Silena wanted me to eat healthier, she said I wouldn't grow otherwise, but I didn't grow either way. I blame the orphanage, didn't give me enough formula when I was little."

Leo chuckles. "Well, girls stop growing until they're like, twenty-one. You've still got time."

Ara laughs too, she glances at him afterwards. "You lived in an orphanage too, right?"

"Sorta," he makes a face. "Foster homes."

"Plural?"

"I was always running away. They would move me around, hoping I'd stop."

"Maybe if I'd stayed in the orphanage, we would've met. If it weren't for Hedge, I would've stayed in that place... for too long."

Leo knows that isn't true. Most people would adopt someone like Ara right away: Intelligent, polite, and with the face of an angel. That is exactly what happened when the Jacksons met her, they fell in love.

She's the kind of girl Leo would've avoided because they made him uncomfortable. It was pure luck that they met when Ara was in a horrible mood, Leo had been able to act somewhat normal (his normal) around her, which then caused Ara to give him a chance.

"I'm glad Hedge found you," he admits.

"Me too," the girl shrugs. "Even if people still think I'm a problem, at least I've got some friends here."

"Yeah, know what you mean," Leo grabs an Oreo. "I have an aunt—still out there probably—she loved saying that I was wicked..." he laughs dryly. "She's the reason I ended up in foster homes—The rest of my relatives turned their backs on me thanks to her."

Ara doesn't want the conversation to be so heavy, they're supposed to be sorting out their... whatever they have going on, so she tries to lighten up the mood. 

"Hey, I just realized... I don't think we know each other well. We should do something about that if we're going to... date."

Leo smiles a little. "You're right. How do we fix it? D'you want to play twenty questions?"

Ara nods. "You're Mexican-American, right? Do you speak Spanish fluently?" 

She's aware that is a stupid question, but it's all she can come up with. Fortunately, Leo finds it amusing. "'Course I do! Want me to teach you some curse words?"

"Sure," she grins. "I can teach you how to swear in French and Italian, though sometimes I still get the Italian wrong, but maybe you'll find that one easy, I've heard is similar to Spanish."

"Wow," Leo leans back and smiles. "You're so smart."

It's weird to be on the receiving end of flirty behavior. Most people assume Ara can't be flirted with, fearing Percy or Lily will step in to murder them, so they never try. It's a bummer, she's still Aphrodite at the core and wants all the compliments, and she loves that Leo is so willing to deliver.

"So what's your favorite food? And you can't say tacos, I already know that one."

Leo grins, it's nice to know Ara pays attention to him. "Enchiladas with arrachera—and I know what you're thinking, but enchiladas are not tacos. My mom used to make a salsa with habaneros, she was always shocked to see I could eat a whole plate without sweating."

Ara smiles. "You were close to your mom?"

"Yup. She was the best."

"You were a mama's boy?" The girl teases him.

Leo snorts. "Maybe. My kid self would've kicked your kid self's butt all the same."

"Is that how you decide to approach this?" She giggles. "I'm your crush!" 

"You started it!" He replies, also grinning. "And I was a tougher kid than you ever were."

"I was good at exploding things, I could've blasted your butt into space."

Leo smirks. "Would've been worth it." He lies on the blanket, both hands behind his head. "So... you ever met your mortal parent? The one who fell for Aphrodite?"

Ara makes a face. "That jerk abandoned me as soon as I was born," she says, playing with the sand around her feet. "He didn't want to be a dad."

That's not so hard to believe, what's hard to believe is that it happened to Ara. The beautiful, intelligent girl sitting next to him. "Why would he do that?" It surprises her just how stunned he sounds. "Did you look for him?"

"What for?" She wrinkles her nose. "He named me with the sole purpose of insulting my mother, can't be clearer than that."

Leo stares at her. "But it's a compliment, you know that, right?"

Despite the topic, Ara feels like laughing. "How is that a compliment? He called me a curse!"

"Well, it's a curse to the world that you're so pretty."

Ara blushes and laughs. "You're an idiot."

Leo grabs another Oreo, looking proud of himself. "Yeah, I can be your idiot anytime, just say the word."

"I'll keep that in mind."

The girl watches the sun sink under the sealine. Slowly, the moonlight illuminates their features, and there is an orange tint to it coming from the distant campfire. Ara feels at ease for the first time in months.

"I like this a lot," she says. "A solid first date."

"M'glad," Leo sits up to face her, but she's not ready to look at him. "I wanted you to feel comfortable. Like when I'm with you... I don't have to keep my hands busy."

"I'd like to keep your hands busy, though..." Ara replies quietly.

The boy inhales so sharply he chokes. "W-What?"

"See that constellation?" She changes the subject, too flustered to keep the other going. "I met her."

"What?" Leo repeats, even more confused. 

Her heart is pounding and she's sure he can hear it. She's terrified, but she has to be brave. Ara reaches for his hand and holds it firmly. "She was a hunter of Artemis, died while saving Annabeth... Her name was Zoë."

Leo's skin glows golden, but it's flickering like he's fighting it back. "Ara, I'll burn through the blanket if you don't let go of me."

She tries to take her hand back. "Sorry—"

Leo tightens his grip. "The way you... all I've ever..." he takes a deep breath and stares at Zoë's constellation. "I'm not good with words."

"I know."

He shakes his head. "And you like me anyway? I don't understand, you should be with someone like Jason."

The girl frowns. "Says who?"

"You can have anyone you want... are you sure you want me?"

Ara's chest tightens at his words. "I don't think I'm worth many things, Leo, but I got them. Because I asked for them."

"Yeah, but—"

"You're the first person that's ever asked me out," she laughs. "You're the only one who cares about me this way. You said I didn't have to be alone, and that you could be whatever I needed. You didn't mean that?"

"I did," Leo replies quickly, but his grip is loosening. "But—"

"Shouldn't I be with the boy who wants to look after me?"

"It's just..." he scowls at the sand, kicking it lightly. "You're one of the highlights of my entire life. I don't wanna mess it up."

"I want you to hug me sometimes," she scoots closer to him, nudging his shoulder. "I'm not asking you to bring me the moon!"

"I know, Ara," Leo hugs his knees again and supports his head on them, pouting like a little kid. "But being myself isn't good enough."

Ara tries not to smile, but she fails. "I know how that feels..."

"No, doll. I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, but people don't fawn over me. Not even you."

She snorts. "I can change the way I show my affection if you need me to."

"I'm talking about a real problem here: the genetics I was born with." 

"You do remember you're half god, right?"

"You do remember how Hephaestus looks, right?" He asks in the same tone.

Ara wants to laugh. She also wants to never talk to boys again for the rest of her life. "I'm not enjoying the anticipation as much as I thought I would."

"That makes two of us..." he sighs. "I warn you, this might happen way too often. I overthink and spiral, I regret saying things as soon as they leave my mouth, and sometimes I don't even realize I've said something wrong until hours or days later."

"Very ADHD of you," she muses.

The way the moonlight falls on her face makes it look like she's also a constellation. Ara is as attractive as she is unsettling, and it's only making Leo like her more.

"So what do we do?" The girl asks. "Should we take it slow?"

Leo purses his lips. This is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and no matter how much it frightens him, he's desperate to hold her close once more. "I don't do slow."

Leo kisses her. His lips fit hers like they were meant for this, and her heart has never beaten as fast as it does now. Leo glows to his total capacity, and Ara closes her eyes so the light doesn't hurt her. Every bad thing that's ever happened to them suddenly is not such a big deal after all.

Leo's hand settles on her waist as he moves forward, he's never kissed anyone like this, but he can't get enough of her. Everywhere he touches feels like fire on her skin—and it could be—but she's too delighted to care. 

When the kiss ends, Leo stares at her like he can't believe she's welcoming his touch, that she wants it. Ara runs a hand through his hair, and that causes his breath to hitch. He pushes himself away, cheeks flushed and nose very much on fire. Ara bursts out laughing at the sight. 

"Calm down!"

He scowls and it's like she can hear him say: "Do you think I can do that right now?" Leo shakes his head in disbelief, leaning in to kiss her a second time. Ara tries to keep the flames under control and the boy chuckles at her actions, but he doesn't stop kissing her. 

"You'll burn me!" She giggles.

In response, Leo just wraps his arms tighter around her.

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[oneprompt]

Hello hello, Im sorry to hear about your recent ER visit and wish you all the best for a speedy <3 I know there really isnt a way to rest in there, especially when the nurses and attendants are checking in every 10 seconds. If you are feeling up to it, do you mind writing a small scenario with King and a fem reader (enemies to lovers I’m thinking) and how it would play out? Your health comes first so if you’re not able to do it I understand. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day :)

authors note : ya ;; but thankfully , i wasnt in there for too long <3 jm just on meds right now , and im recovering at home .. this was certainly a fun prompt , i hope you enjoy the way i executed it ..! <3 lysm

extra : reader is 14ft (because if you were average human height , that’d be extremely odd .)

warning : this came out pretty risque :(( my apologies ..! my brain is rather .. jumbled today.

King x F! Rival! Reader

         “Must you always act this way, oiran?” King stared down at you, burly arms crossed over his tight chest. You hated whenever King called you oiran, reminding you of the life you once led back in Wano Kuni. And he knew how much you hated it. 

          “Does it bother you, my dearest lunarian?” And you did just the same back, throwing the shame of King’s past right in his face. You loved seeing his change in mannerisms, his large body closing away like a pathetic little songbird. There was nothing you loved more then making King upset, prying away at his most fragile nerves. 

Under any other society, you’d be viewed as nothing but a dreadful woman. You were ran out of Wano for your cruelty towards others. But not here, not in Onigashima. Instead, you were praised for your sadistic ways, the way you could hurt a person to their very core. After seeing you make man after man spiral into despair, Kaido couldn’t help but hold you in his good graces. How fascinating you were, not having to dirty your hands but still being entirely capable of ending a life. You managed to amaze the emperor with your wrath, enough for him to take you in as one of his commanders. 

That’s why King hated you oh so much. You got everything you could ever dream of served on a silver platter. Everybody else had to work for their place, sacrificing their lives for Kaido to even glance their way. But not you. No, of course not! King hated nothing more then the fortunate. You had a luxurious life in Wano, and an even more privileged one in Onigashima. Tsk. 

Even with no more connections to an oiran lifestyle, you were still styled as one. Your hair was always in a fancy up-do, a pricey obi snatching your waist, thousands of berries worth of pink silk engulfing your body... This was pure nepotism. No, favoritism! And for what? Because you were a little bit pretty?

          “Don’t get cocky, Y/n.” King grunted, voice gruff as he uncrossed his arms. “I won’t go easy on you.”

King was a cool man, often capable of keeping his composure in any situation. But all reason was thrown out the window the moment he’d make contact with those bambi eyes of yours, eyes that begged to be worshipped like an absolute Goddess. That may work on those Tobi Roppo idiots, and perhaps even master Kaido... but not on King. They never would... Never. 

         “Oh, yes?” You glanced upward at King, casually resting a palm along his chest, palm soothing the black leather. “And what if I don’t want you to, Arber?” You batted your lashes, plush lips pulled up in an innocent smile. You held back a taunting chuckle, continuously fluttering your mascara covered lashes.

In just a matter of seconds, you were shoved straight onto your back, slamming against the desk in King’s business quarters. Pages upon pages of financial letters flew down, cascading across the floor. You held back from making a peep as your spine grinded hard against the solid wood desk, not wanting to give King the satisfaction of intimidating you. 

Your glittery eyelids opened, meeting the man above you. King was heaving, shoulders withering as he squeezed your wrists between his gloved digits. What a sight to behold. The most collected man of Onigashima, shaking and panting above you. Knowing you held such power to drive King to such lengths made you feel more superior then ever.

        “Call me that again and i’ll slit your throat. Got that?” One of King’s hands grabbed ahold of your hair, yanking on it ever so slightly. Strands of your hair escaped your elaborate styling, making your appearance much more messier then the prim imagine it was, moments prior. Something about your disheveled appearance made King warm up, the way your kimono fell from your shoulders, exposing the nape of your neck just the slightest bit. Nothing could be a more attractive vision, could it? 

Men are so bad at hiding their desires, aren’t they? As a former oiran, you’re bound to notice these things. The change of expression, mannerisms... You could tell King wanted you. He wanted you bad. 

With not a lick of hesitation, you knotted your legs around King’s waist, pushing him closer to your lap. Your rivaling aesthetics collided, providing the upmost perfect replica of the both of you: messy, uncomplimentary of one another, You stared up at King, his eyes half lidded as he was pushed up against you even more so now. 

      “I don’t think murdering me is what you want most from me right now... Is it?” You cooed to the older man, pushing yourself upward, your chests now rubbing against each other. You could feel his heart bashing against you, even behind all those ribs, all that flesh, all that...clothing. 

King didn’t utter a single word, instead just offering you a slight nod of head. Perfect. You had him right where you wanted him; in the palm of your hand. You knew it was a matter of time before King came around, falling captive to your charm. He was just as easy as anybody else, no matter how hard he tried to ignore his manly instincts. 

    “Don’t just sit there,” you spoke up, a seductive grin splayed across your intoxicating features. “Get undressed.” 

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[nityarawal]

Is it too late to have a coming of age experience at 39 after two kids, a husband, and a career in Real estate?

I had the most amazing 40th birthday weekend. I thought I would write all my friends and see if anyone wanted to go to Esalen with me- this is a hot springs in Northern CA that I've been wanting to go to for my whole life! Just a massage is pricey and to go for the whole weekend was over $750 but I thought I would throw it out there. I didn't really care who I saw while there. I just knew I wanted to enjoy it with friends. I didn't have the nerve to go to a spa where everyone swims naked without any friends or family. I had 4 takers.  Several good friends committed. We tried to decide which workshop to do. I was thinking to do one on songwriting and bhajans when my friend Tess suggested the creativity workshop. At first I thought that one was so ambivalent...I know about creativity and my own process. I've been doing TM my whole life after all and I know how to tap that place. The truth is I rarely do any creative writing anymore which is what I have my degree in though. I wasn't looking for a revival though, but more than anything a chance to soak in the hot springs next to the crashing pacific waves in good company. Tess suggested this Josh Radnor workshop, "he's the guy in ‘How I met your mother!’" 

"Oh," I said. Yes I remembered him...I actually didn't know which character at first but my favorite was Ted Mosby and was delighted that is actually Josh Radnor. She also said that David Newman was teaching it with him and was famous in LA for his amazing yoga studio. It sounded like this was the course to do! So I called up Esalen and managed to switch workshops and got two of my friends to switch with me. Tess had known of Josh also because he'd been on ER and her husband was a writer/director of the show. Unfortunately she didn't end up coming on that special weekend because her hubby had a intensive writing weekend planned and she needed to be in back up support with the kids but I'm forever grateful she intervened and tipped us off on where to go!

I worked until the minute I left practically- emailing and tying up loose ends on a real estate deal. I was concerned my client would miss me for two days being off the grid and not reachable by phone. I assured her it was actually only one day that I would be totally gone since Friday and Sunday I would be travelling and could be reached. I could tell she was a little panicky about it but luckily her daughter had the same birthday as me and she had also planned to go and visit her in Portland. I felt a little foolish going to this workshop without knowing too much about Josh Radnor other than his role in HIMYM so I did a little homework late at night before I left and read some reviews and interviews with him about his movies. I decided to download the first one he did- ‘Happythankyoumoreplease.’

The trip to Esalen was loooong! I thought I would fly- only an hours flight- and get there early with time to relax and enjoy the facilities. I was expected to arrive at noon and my friends were going to pick me up. We'd have lunch somewhere glorious along the ocean enroute. I was so excited! I left my house at 9:30am but my flight was postponed and postponed. I called another friend to pick me up who was also driving down from the bay area and let the other two go ahead and have lunch etc. Danielle somehow got lost en-route though and then stopped somewhere for directions and left her handbag, so had to go back, and finally got to me around 4pm. No worries, I sat in the airport watching the rest of Josh's first movie, ‘Happythankyoumoreplease.' I had started it on the airplane and I was savoring all of it. He wrote, directed and acted in it. It felt like a first movie yet it was so sweet and I was excited to see Malin Ackerman in it as well. I just knew when she said this line about how an Indian taxi driver told her if she got something she liked in life to just say, "more please," that there was a spiritual message and I was in for a treat but still no idea how special Josh Radnor would be.

Danielle arrived when I had 20 minutes left and I kept pausing to tie up loose ends up on my Real Estate deal back home too. Last conversations with my transaction coordinator, my client and broker before I checked out for two days. I was so excited and didn't want to be chatting or negotiating on one of my favorite coastal drives down to Big Sur with a dear old friend that I hadn't seen in several years. No, we had fabulous talks about sex and caught totally up. My magical girls' weekend had begun and the smells of eucalyptus trees and ocean was intoxicating. We couldn't resist stopping at Nepentheon- one of the great restaurants of Big Sur- even though we were only a half hour away and had paid for a wonderful dinner at Esalen. The sun was setting the view was spectacular! We indulged in some tapas and a glass of wine, I got the last of my messages before my phone died and we were on our way out of reception.

We arrived into a pitch dark place. The guard keepers of Esalen said they couldn't tell us where our other friends were staying- some strange policy and that we'd have to leave a note on the bulletin for them. So we thought we'd quickly check in and get to our workshops. We were given flashlights and navigated halfway across the resort to our different classes. Danielle was trying out some metaphysical mind over matter one but later switched to my course on sat after I told her how great it was. I showed up late and felt a bit battered from my long and harrowing day. I wished I was fresher for this first meeting but was too excited to lose any more time. Our meeting was in a yurt next to the ocean and we all introduced ourselves that night. I didn't say where I was from but David and Josh seemed interested that I did TM and they both had learned too but seemed to be onto other things. I mentioned what a great tool it had been for me and they agreed while others in the group expressed their curiosity. That first night was intimate- with only 20 or 30 people in the yurt. I didn't know where my other friends were but I enjoyed sitting there alone... I told the group that we were there celebrating my BIG birthday. For me this was so special. It was such a treat to be there whereas I felt like many of the people who were there had no idea how special Josh was and were even further behind than I was in watching his shows! Many didn't even know about HIMYM! They were just simple folks, many once hippies, coming to enjoy Esalen. Although one woman was an editor from San Francisco with a big publisher and had read his biography! Oh, how I would love to get my hands on that book! She said it was really good and Josh shared his reasons for not publishing it. He said he did things that he'd rather not go public on- he takes his role as a leader and role-model very seriously and doesn't drink, swear or go to strip clubs and is super into his shakti and spiritual path.

We did some chanting and bhajans after the introduction and my heart felt open as I set there on my cushion with no backrest rocking to the music, my spine unwinding and kept accidentally catching Josh's eye. It was a magical evening!

When I got back to my room Danielle said her meeting was OK and that she'd switch to my class because I was very floored and excited about the weekend ahead even though I hadn't planned to do too much of the workshop in my pursuit of hot water. As we were talking Hollie and Mona popped up! It turned out they were in the room next to ours! This seemed like such a gift since the stern Esalen Heralds had not been willing to share their location. We laughed and talked all giddy to see each other but they were tired and had been enjoying the grounds for hours- they'd had their massages, soaked, a divine vegetarian dinner and walked the grounds. I was a little jealous but didn't want to miss out on lost time so Danielle and I headed to the pools and decided sleep was not the priority. We soaked until about 11;30 in the waxing moonlight. We tried the silent Roman pools and enjoyed the meditative atmosphere but Danielle wanted to chat so we went to the other pools. Each pool was so completely glorius. We moved to these pools outside but under the verandas that were open to the crashing waves below. I'd never been in such a beautiful spring in my life and my heart was soaring with the experience. I felt so completely blessed. I couldn't stop smiling. This was the best present I'd ever received and I was savoring every moment of it- I couldn't believe that 3 dear friends were willing to share this with me too! Danielle and I had lovely talks and had a lot of privacy with only a few others there. We tried several different pools and finally were too tired to soak more so showered and headed up the dark paths home. The hills and stairs were a work out and we arrived to our room out of breath and exhausted but in a fantastically good delicious way. I knew my itunes movie was going to expire and I hadn't finished it but I was too tired, and only had about 20 minutes left, so just hoped I'd find time the next day.

Saturday we had a plan to meet HOllie and Mona for breakfast. We had a lovely meal in a corner and I had to sample every food they had so took tiny portions- all was glorious and different for me- I had miso soup- which I've never had for breakfast with kim chi. Mona said the granola was unreal so I had a smidgeon of that with yogurt. They had stewed prunes- which I thought was genius since hot springs for some odd reason are constipating. We enjoyed a couple of cups of coffee and tea and every turn I took around the dining room, Josh seemed to appear next to me in his hoodie with bed head- which is his signature look. God, it was unsettling. I tried to smile and be casual but he has a grumpy morning face. I must have almost bumped into him about 10 times! I couldn't believe it and wanted to yak about the crazy experience with my girlfriends but the lunchroom felt too small for such indulgences. They didn't even know who he was or had seen his shows so they weren't very excited in the same way. Although they appreciated how cute he was! This seemed to be my magical universe. 

Mona said I must get a massage- that they were glorious and I owed it to myself to get one for my bday. Her and HOllie were getting theirs for the second day in a row! Danielle and I headed into the reception to make our reservation and guess who was beside me also requesting something? Josh. God I had butterflies. I get funny around celebrities and very excited so this was all just a bit too much! I wished I had someone who could relate. The most my girls could offer was that he was cute. 

Mona was super excited to see my message on the board and instagrammed it to Facebook.

Then we all walked joyously up the path to class. It was like a dream...gorgeous flowers blooming everywhere...my friends looked so beautiful and I just wanted to hang out and take photos but was also very excited about our workshop which we were rapidly late for. Esalen is like a '60's commune though- it radiates love and peace and it's hard to believe this magical place still exists in this day and age! We wound our way up to our class and it was sparkling in the day light. I had gotten lost winding up there the night before passing houses and walking through forests but in the light of day I could see the school garden, the school bus converted into a class and granted myself a few pictures of the girls. One of Hollie under an arch of metal she wanted to recreate in her garden. I felt proud to have my friends in class with me that morning. We all sat in the back row and they didn't get the proper introduction but I did whisper that Hollie was a Scorpio since we'd all shared our signs the night before.

Holl's and Mona don't have the best backs so even though they got back jacks their backs were suffering by the end of the lesson. I felt like this yoga energy was coursing through me and I didn't mind not having the support. I was really getting into the Bhajans. I felt like my heart was opening wide and those silly feelings of catching Josh looking at me, like a girl in school- like my sparkle must be on and my inner light shining out. Hollie, Mona and I were giddy that day laughing and giggling catching each others eyes just thrilled to be on our retreat! After class as we were walking out I mentioned to Josh that I'd love to see Liberal Arts and asked if we were going to watch any of his movies. He said maybe. That afternoon I arrived a bit late after my gorgeous massage- this was one of the best massages I'd ever had- I lay naked with one wall open to the pacific, the warm air and sunlight glowing in and felt the feathery hands of a woman perform some Asian combination massage indigenous to Esalen. I could see why HOllie and Mona had to get one of these two days in a row and felt like this massage I almost stingily didn't get might have been one of the best I'd ever had. She cocooned me afterwards in towels and I could've slept there all afternoon but only allowed myself a few minutes because I didn't want to miss a moment of Esalen. I was hoping to soak with Hollie and Mona after but they were just heading into their massages. As I was walking out of the roman bath I saw Fillipo Francini in the dressing room- he's an Italian composer that is a client of mine. I said hi, but he looked so inward and puzzled with his towel draped over his privates, like a man from roman times- I thought maybe it's not the best time to be social so let it go.

I was late for lunch and Danielle had already finished so I took my food to this nook under a tree at the bluffs edge. It was such a perfect place to journal. I felt so awake. I could've written for hours but there was little time to take in so much. So then I dipped in the cold swimming pool in the verdant green bluff and appreciated the paradise.

As I was walking to class I saw HOllie & Mona- they said they weren't going since they were late to class and wanted to hike and enjoy the sunset etc. so I went ahead. Danielle was sitting by the door but I thought I would sit where I had been and Josh was sitting in the seat next to mine so I just went with it and enjoyed his company as we sang Bhajans.

At the break Danielle told me the good news that we were going to play a movie that night. Josh put on some scenes from his movies HTMP and it was so cool to have him share his favorite scenes- one of them I hadn't seen yet and it was so fantastic the way this man who wasn't attractive in the beginning of the movie suddenly became gorgeous as the light of love dawned in the leading ladies heart. He really captured this well in the movie and this was a feeling I'd had before and enjoyed the way he'd painted it. He was so humble sharing all these scenes with an audience that had no clue how brilliant he was. He didn't seem to mind and I felt like a bit lame that I hadn't even finished his movie before the workshop, but was very excited that he'd listened to my cue to show Liberal Arts, and it just felt like my birthday couldn't have been any better. Danielle had a bit of a laugh at me for parking myself at the other end of the room from her near Josh but I just explained that was where I'd been sitting before.

That night when we arrived all the back jacks and pillows were gone. Many people had several under them and there was a fresh batch of popcorn. I didn't mind and sat in the back of the room with Hollie and Mona. We found some blankets and they laid down. I was just in bliss and still feeling this yogic kundalini which somehow kept my spine strong even with no support. Josh put on Liberal Arts and plopped down next to me in the back row (again!!! I couldn't believe my luck!)

I found a couple of small pillows and rolled one over to him. I couldn't believe that Josh; the workshop leader, whom I thought was the guest of honor, was lying on the floor with no support and none of the patrons had offered him some of their comfort. 

Hollie thought it was rude no one offered us their pillows either but I didn't care. Her and Mona finally couldn't take it though and left to go soak and I stayed and enjoyed this surreal experience of watching Josh on the screen while laying next to him. This was the most unbelievable thing! Sometimes he'd jump up and stop the movie to share some interesting tidbit about it and I felt like this was one of the most creative things to partake in- I could tell he felt vulnerable sharing his art and was listening for our laughs and peeking at our expressions for feedback. It was such a magical night and it made me realise what was possible for myself as an artist too. He gave me such a great gift by sharing his movie with us that night- it lit a fire of inspiration and creativity that I still feel strongly though I still struggle finding time to express it and do my own work. I'm writing this story now on notepad and my novel is buried in files I still need to wade through on this laptop. Nevermind though. 

It was one of the most stimulating and exciting evenings even though it was a quiet and rustic setting off the grid in Big Sur. Danielle felt the same way but I think neither of us could put a finger on it. She also confessed that Josh had been staring at her. I guess he was like Krishna that weekend and probably many of the girls had that experience. The music kept taking my heart to new levels too- David had us singing these gorgeous bhajans and even Josh sang with us- not above it at all and often he referred to David to answer questions about creativity and things even though I think most of the class was more interested in his creative process.

At the end of each evening David would play some bhajans so we'd end on a high note and he’d say he'd see us in the pools as if both he and Josh would be there. That night the pools were busy and Danielle and I squeezed into the one by the oceans edge after trying a few and looking for our place. It was exciting to think that Josh might be in the other pool but it seemed like a lot of men were over there so we stayed away. We did have a run in with David in the co-ed bathroom that was embarrassing- saw a little more than we would've liked! Ha ha!

We got tired again around midnight and decided to head home. The magic of Esalen was more important to me than sleep. Normally I love my rest but on this occasion I just wanted to absorb as much of that atmosphere as I could.

Sunday morning was still high. Danielle finally asked her question about creativity. David and Josh said they work in the morning best after a cup of tea. I longed for the discipline to get back to that place. I used to work daily and my creative process flowed around my routine and energy levels but since my 2nd child it seems to flow around the family with little time left for energetic creating. I felt like I'd lit a flame that I would tender though. And I made a commitment to work on my book and finish it once again. I told Josh about my town in Encintias and he and David were familiar with it. David invited me to his concert at the Kirtan Castle- Phillipo Francini's house- and I laughed and told him about seeing him in the dressing room and that he was my client!

I normally don't go visit because it's also a Tantra center but decided I would go to see them the following month. Danielle took a photo of Josh and I after class and I gave him a small crystal ganesh and a card in case he wanted to show his movie HTMP in Encinitas or Fairfield- He said he wanted to share it in towns of yogis where they get it. I also met with the agent from the famous publishing house and got her name and gave her my card over lunch. We had one last special meal out on the deck. By now, everyone was quite comfortable with Josh and he seemed to have many dates for meals; I no longer felt like we were two lonely ships colliding in the lunch room as frequently but was still very aware of his presence.

I was wishing I could stay. As I went to reception to check out after lunch- I overheard that Josh was staying another day. I asked if there were rooms to stay in; it would've been half price to stay another day without a retreat and I was sorely tempted but my friends were already in the packed car and waiting to get to the airport.

I couldn't stay but I long to do another retreat at Esalen again. I don't know if it will ever be that great- this was a birthday treat of a lifetime. I felt like the Gods were shining down on me. Josh had his shrine set up in that yurt and David was singing mantras- it was a very high weekend. I felt a lot of ecstasy and very excited that my creative spark had been lit. Yet it was time to get home. Back to my clients, my family and my other world. I don't have the luxury of unlimited time delving into those creative windows but that weekend with Josh at Esalen will stay with me and has lit my fire. Now in the evenings, when I have a few minutes, I play music from his play list, I follow his twitter, see the interesting articles he shares or writes, and sometimes it seems like my imagination- did I really become friends with Josh? Or was I just a stranger he obliged with a photo and a few words. It doesn't really matter. He moved me with his presence, stories and movies and I felt like I got a really unique experience on my last weekend being 39. I felt really blessed!

[cksmart-world]

       SMART BOMB

The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

November 1, 2022

ST. GEORGE DRAG SHOWS — ANOTHER FINE MESS

Seems like you can't swing a dead cat these days without hitting a man in fishnet stockings, a boostier and a 5 o'clock shadow. The staff here at Smart Bomb got into another fine mess in Washington County last week when we related the agony and vitriol of folks after two drag shows played in their staid community. Leeds Mayor Bill Hoster is not exactly tickled pink (not really his color) with Smart Bomb and electronic editions of City Weekly where it appears. He was misquoted when we wrote that he said, [D]rag shows are trouble with a capital T. It's true, he didn't say that. Hostler insists he didn't criticize the LGBTQ Utah Tech students who put on a drag show. And he did not say the drag shows “will warp our children's minds.” All that, he said, has harmed his reputation and amounts to libel. Yes, Wilson, that's a little hint: “LAWSUIT!” Here, in part, is how The Salt Lake Tribune quoted Hoster: “So if anyone doesn’t believe that the parading men dressed as women … wear[ing] fishnet stockings and spandex, grinding themselves on stage and parading themselves in front of children isn’t going to have an impact, those prior examples I just gave (human trafficking, sex assaults, pornography, addiction and pedophilia) should give you a conviction.” That speaks for itself, Wilson. So if you go to St. George, cover up the fishnet stockings and don't say, “trouble with a capital T.” The sky could fall — and it might hit Mayor Bill Hoster.

BREAKING UP BEFORE CHRISTMAS — SILVER LININGS

Listen Wilson, this is serious. More couples break up in the Beehive State right before the Christmas holidays than most other places, according to statistics analyzed by HerNorm, a website that “gives women actionable relationship and dating advice...” The staff here at Smart Bomb isn't sure why Utahns split then, but our astrologer Madam Venus Nebula points out that there are silver linings to pre-holiday estrangement. For starters you don't have to visit your spouse's family and wish them a merry Christmas. And, let's face it, you could save a lot of cash on pricey gifts you no longer must buy. Not only that but you won't have to throw the tree out after New Year's. That alone might be worth a trial separation. Of course the holidays come when the days are short and cold and some drink too much eggnog. According to HerNorm, there are warning signs that things are slipping away, such as, “If it's like pulling teeth getting him/her to spend time with you.” Duh. Another catalyst for calling it quits comes when fundamental beliefs and values drift in opposite directions, like when your spouse comes home wearing camouflage and a red MAGA hat. Counseling or not, some things just can't be overcome.

REAWAKENING AMERICAN TRUTHINESS

Who doesn't love an old-time religious revival full of fire and brimstone, piss and vinegar and red-blooded white nationalism. The ReAwaken America Tour is the best thing since 40,000 Klansmen in full regalia marched down Pennsylvania Avenue at high noon on Aug. 8, 1925. A sight to behold — white Christians showing America what conical hats can do for men's fashion. These days the traveling carnival, er uh, ReAwaken America Tour criss-crosses the country featuring conspiracy theorists, election deniers and right-wing superstars like Michael Flynn, who spout religious political truthiness like a bidet. And if they make some bucks in the process... well, it is the Lord's work, after all. Angry MAGAites and QAnoners need red meat to sustain them in spiritual warfare against Jesus-hating liberals, Black Lives Matter rioters and LGBTQers who want to ruin America and country music. And folks can snag deals on all kinds of stuff, like MAGA-wear, patriotic nutrition supplements and author-autographed books, including the Bible. Let's take our country back and that'll be $67.95 — cash or card? “Christianity is under attack,” Flynn warned. “The destiny of America is at stake.” Boy, you can say that again.

Post script — Well guys, that'll just about do it for another rousing week here at Smart Bomb where we keep track of drag shows in St. George so you don't have to. Speaking of which, did you know that one of Brigham Young's sons was a well-known drag queen. No lie. Brigham Morris Young, aka Happy, took the stage name Madame Patterini and performed around Utah. Wonder what Leeds Mayor Bill Hoster thinks about that. Happy even performed in drag for LDS President Lorenzo Snow in April 1901. And in 1886 he played a "fine Irish girl" named Bridget McCarthy at a Christmas ball at the Salt Lake City Theatre. No Wilson, we're not making this up. Fast-forward 130 years and drag shows are more controversial than ever. Here are some headlines from around the country: Idaho drag performers mobilize as right-wing forces target their shows; Texas lawmaker pushing bill to ban kids from drag shows; Threats and intimidation at drag shows in Tennessee could increase hate crimes. All this despite the First Amendment that protects drag shows as free speech. Seems like right-wingers are for the Constitution until they aren't. Take our country back — from drag queens! Right.

OK Wilson, we've got to do something to cheer up Leeds Mayor Bill Hoster and the other folks in St. George who aren't happy that Satan and drag shows have materialized in their beautiful and sedate corner of the world. That form of “entertainment” is nothing but trouble, trouble, trouble. So tell the band to take our heels off and get us outa here:

Trouble, oh we got trouble, Right here in River City! With a capital "T" That rhymes with "D" And that stands for Drag,

We've surely got trouble! Right here in River City, Right here! Gotta figger out a way To keep the young ones moral after school!

Ya got trouble, With a capital "T" And that rhymes with "P" And that stands for Pool. Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule! Oh, we've got trouble. We're in terrible, terrible trouble. Those shows with harry men in drag are a devil's tool! Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble! With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "D"! And that stands for Drag!!!

(Ya Got Trrouble — Meredith Wilson from Music Man, modified by the Smart Bomb Band)

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Best Friend For Hire Reprise, 382

 “Slow down!” exclaimed Iris.  “Turn left just up ahead.”

 I nodded and complied.  She knew where her boss lived better than any of us, having never visited this suburb befored.  I probably would have missed the break in the endless fence had she not warned me, especially when I was trying to guess the cost of having a large amount of land next to a park in a pricey suburb.  To my surprise, the gate opened for us immediately.

 “He doesn’t care much for security, does he?” I teased, looking around to see if there was some sort of guard who would have opened the gate for us.

 “Mila watches everything, so there’s no need.  There are sensors and cameras all over the yard that let her know if anything is disturbed.” explained Iris matter-of-factly.

 I nodded, but my eyes were locked on our destination in the distance, barely visible through all of the rain.  I had considerably underestimated the size of this place.  I very much doubted that I could even afford to maintain the yard for very many years and could only guess that the property tax had to be immense.

 As my sons grew excited about the bushes, I looked over and stared for several seconds.  Every single bush along the long driveway had been carefully sculpted into characters that I recognized from video games my kids enjoyed.  I could only imagine the amount of time and number of people involved in such artwork, leading me to believe James spent even more on his yard annually than I originally had guessed.  Even the fountain—an immense, two-story affair that was very elaborately sculpted—was immaculate, showing no signs of wear or neglect.  James certainly knew how to make an impression.

 When we stepped inside, passing past two sets of double doors that opened for us, James was descending down one of the staircases which curved up to a balcony on the second floor.  “James!  Thank you for having us.  This is quite a place you’ve got here.  Sorry if we brought the storm.” I told him, gesturing to the weather outside.

 “There’s plenty to see.” he politely agreed.  “Thank you for accepting the invitation.  I thought you might be interested in seeing a little more about my company than most, since you seemed curious during the game.  Mick was supposed to stop by a while ago but apparently didn’t get the time.”

 “This place is awesome!” exclaimed Matt.

 “Sorry, James.” muttered Mick.

 “No need to apologize.  We’ll just review with your family today what I wanted to tell you before.” replied James, smiling at us.

 I suddenly found myself floating as a soft breeze blew at me from inside the mansion.  Looking to my sides, I saw that my family, save for my daughter, were also floating.

 Before I could do more than exclaim in surprise, James spoke up, telling us, “Magic is real, and your family can use it.”

 I stared at them, my mind trying to figure out how he was doing this.  Was this some elaborate prank using a new technology?  “Wh-What…” was all I managed to say before we were gently lowered to the ground.

 “You wanted to know what I was feeding my employees.  I train them physically, mentally, and in magical arts.  We didn’t use spells at the baseball game, but we have numerous advantages that are completely unfair.” explained James.  “For example, I can physically lift your family’s van, though using spells is easier to ensure I don’t compromise the frame.”

 I swore, feeling like I had been had, before my better judgement kicked in.  My family was currently at this boy’s mercy.

 James’ smile broadened as he said, “If you don’t mind coming out back, I’ll ask the wonderful gardener to demonstrate something people tend to grasp more easily.”  Not hearing any argument from us, he motioned for us to follow him and started telling us  “Mirabella and Mike can’t create the electrical discharges like the rest of you.  She has a different heritage, and Mike took after his mother.”

 “How could you possibly know that?” asked Mike in surprise.

 “My secretary ran a background check on Iris prior to her being hired, and she’s so thorough that I feel like she knows everything.  You wouldn’t believe how long she takes to brief me on things.” explained James as he glanced back at my son.  “My concern with Mick is that he and Iris tended to play games with their ability, which caught enough notice for my secretary to file it in the report.  There are some out there who prey on those with abilities such as yours, so being a little more cautious tends to be wise.”

 That sounded far too believable.  I probably should have chewed those two out more often, but I had never believed anyone would have noticed their antics.  “You claim you can lift cars, and you can obviously lift us.  What else can you do, James?” I asked, wanting a firmer handle on whom I was dealing with.

 “So many things, Dad.  James is like a wizard combined with an overly strong fighter from some fantasy novel.” insisted Iris from behind me.

 I glanced back at her, surprised at how serious she looked.

 “I’ve also learned to make a great cup of tea.  My wife can be picky.” insisted James.

 “What’s that smell..?” questioned Mike longingly.

 Now that he mentioned it, I didn’t recognize the smell either, though I was certain it was food.  My mouth was already watering.

 “We’re almost to the kitchen, and Marco’s making you quite the treat.  I’m sure he won’t mind us passing through.  Just be prepared for a few samples.” encouraged James.

 The kitchen was as large as was fitting a house this size, and even there the fanciful engravings didn’t yield.  Every cabinet was beautifully carved, as were the very large table and chairs.

 Marco, the chef, was extraordinarily eager for us to sample “a few things” before we moved onward, despite assuring us that dinner would be ready soon.  Only when James pointed out there was more for us to see before dinner did Marco give way, giving us permission to pass through his kitchen into the garden beyond.

 The rain didn’t reach us as we followed James outside, hitting some invisible barrier and sliding away.

 “I don’t suppose you worry about getting struck by lightning.” I commented as I watched the sky.

 “Worried, no, but I didn’t find that to be pleasant either.” he told me sincerely.

 I stared at him, my eyes searching for any sign that he had ever been struck, but I found nothing, save for how confident he seemed.  

 “If your magic were stronger, you’d actually be able to guide a lightning bolt around you.  Iris has practiced enough that she could knock an assailant down with just the shock.” he commented, making me glance back at my daughter.

 “You can?” questioned Mick excitedly.

 She nodded, grinned, and said, “Yep, though I could take you in a fight without one.”  

 “All trained up now, are you?” questioned Mark, my eldest son.

 Iris laughed, shaking her head.  “You wouldn’t believe the standards here.”

 “I take it that James is the strongest, being the boss.” suggested Mike.

 James shook his head and said, “Not even close.”  Then he pointed to a fortress in the distance and asked “Do you see the keep over there?”

 I nodded along with a couple of my sons.

 “The strongest best friend created that with a stray thought.” claimed James.

 “What!?  No way!” exclaimed Mike.

 Nodding, James said, “She showed up in my office to tell me that she ‘oopsed’ a second after.  She’s been training recently to avoid that type of mistake.  I imagine she’ll be capable of creating a large city in a day on a whim within a few years.  I’d probably spend at least a week on a small town, and that’s if I collected the resources ahead of time.”

 I found the idea mind-boggling.  James seemed humble as he claimed that he could create a small town in a week.

 “You’d take at least a month, man-sla-... er… boss?” announced Emma, turning the statement into a question at the end.  “You get too distracted.  I could handle a village in an hour!”  She was soaked, but grinning.

 Before my eyes, the water soaking her clothes drifted away to join the rain outside.

 “Emma, I’m sure you remember Iris’ father, Grayson.  This is her mother, Mirabella.  From oldest to youngest, her brothers are Mark, Mick, Mike, and Matt.  Everyone, this is my gardener, Emma.”

 “Shouldn’t I be your favorite gardener?” she asked teasingly.

 “Sure.” he conceded.

 “Hear that?  I’m his favorite!” she exclaimed proudly.

 “Do you create villages with a stray thought?” questioned Mike.

 “Nah.  I do this.” she replied, watching us all.  After a couple seconds, wooden buildings rose out of the ground between the garden and the keep.

 “Mine would have functional electricity, plumbing, and the other luxuries people expect these days.” argued James with a smile.

 She stuck her tongue out at him.  Then she said, “My plumbing would work if I created a water tower.  Plants can be very good at guiding water.  As for electricity, I’ve been talking with Jarod about ways to generate a current with plants.  We have plans and stuff!”

 “You mean he had a crazy idea and chatted your ear off.” suggested James.

 “I thought the idea was cool and agreed to try eventually!” she insisted.

 “The idea was actually Maxine’s.  She has some experience with bioengineering from when she considered creating a cyborg army.” corrected Mila, who had discretely joined us without me noticing.

 “You can create cyborgs!?’ questioned Matt excitedly.

 “There has been some tech created here which could be used toward that end, but we’re not experimenting on people.” explained James.

 “I didn’t know you were in the tech industry.” commented my wife.

 James smiled at her and diplomatically told her “My company dabbles in many things to help prepare our best friends for a very large variety of jobs.”

 Grinning, Emma said, “He means to say ‘Yes.  Yes, we are.’  Mua ha ha ha ha!”  She drummed her fingers together while obviously attempting to look like some comic book villain.

James sighed and said, “Emma, mind getting rid of your starter village and showing the Storms how you help the kitchen?”

 “Fiiiine,” she begrudgingly told him, “but I might use some buildings to compliment the topiary when I change things up again.”

 “Sounds fun.” he agreed.

 From there, she started demonstrating how she could make the plants grow, revert to seeds, or provide as much food as she wanted.  She could also force plants to grow beyond their normal proportions and control them as easily as she controlled her own limbs, which led her into demonstrating how she had produced the bats her team had used for our baseball game.  Before she seemed remotely ready to quit demonstrating her abilities, Mila announced that food was ready.

 Instead of eating at the long table in the kitchen, we were taken to a large dining hall with an even more elaborate table.  There were already carts of food waiting nearby, and Mila urged us to help ourselves, since no one here would hesitate when they arrived.

 As we ate, we were entertained with more demonstrations of magic from those who had joined us.  James’ wife, Alma, created elaborate displays of fire and ice.  Ai and Mai created a sort of play with tiny figures made of water acting out their parts just above the table.  Jemal fetched more food for the particularly hungry using nothing but his magic, causing whatever was requested to float through the air.  James himself demonstrated illusions, making us see whatever he wanted while assuring us the magic the others had used was real.  Whether because I had felt myself being lifted earlier or because he had no reason to lie, I believed him.  Iris’ boss was the most interesting, and perhaps the most dangerous, man I had ever met.

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Light in The Dark (3)

Modern Obi-Wan Kenobi x (F) Reader | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 |

Word Count: 3,303 words

Summary: After falling out of touch with Obi-Wan, you’re worried you’ve messed things up with him. Instead, you’re greeted with countless hours of 1-1 time with him. At a very pricey cost.

Triggers: depictions of hospitals, medical terms, implied surgical procedure, hospital setting

Authors note: If you haven’t noticed this has taken a very long time for me to write. I am so so sorry. I also am sorry it’s shorter than the others, I wanted to get something out to you guys sooner or later. So ta-da here it is! If you liked it consider buying me a coffee! It’s not necessary but as a broke college grad I appreciate anything. :) Enjoy this chapter!!

Maybe you had gotten your hopes up. You’d gone back to your apartment after your run in with Ben’s roommate...er… roommates? You weren’t sure what the situation was now that Anakin was engaged…. And expecting. Either way, you settled in for the night and grabbed your phone to match with Ben on the app you could’ve sworn he had shown you. You’d swiped left for so long that the pad of your thumb was starting to go numb, and the options were repeating - with no sign of the ER Doctor who lived in your building. Maybe he had deleted his profile after you saw him swipe?

You tried to forget about it as the days went on, but it was difficult not to. Especially when the check ins became simple texts.

Dr. Obi-Wan Kenobi (Ben): Doing well?

You: As much as I can be. Running low on sustenance. Placing a grocery order here in the next two hours.

Dr. Obi-Wan Kenobi (Ben): I can swing by from the hospital if you need me to? I know delivery tends to beat up the old wallet.

You: I think you’ve done enough for me, Ben. Really, I still can’t pay you back for sending out my laundry…

That had been the last time you’d seen him: him showing up at your door with a laundry bag asking for all your dirty clothes, requesting that you don’t ask him what it was about. Two business days later, your clothes returned to your doorstep from a ‘Luxe Laundry Services’ company, the bill already paid for.

So when you couldn’t find him on the app, you were pretty certain he’d hidden himself, and was just being neighborly. He’d text every now and then, but as the days turned into weeks, it slowly turned into a weekly check in, and you think he had missed a few of them. Despite that, you’d scheduled the doctor’s appointment he’d asked you to, and were headed into the appointment. Sat in the chair in the examination room, you smile at the older man as he steps into the room. He recites your name before introducing himself. “Dr. Jinn. Pleasure to meet you. Dr. Kenobi forwarded me the initial notes from your ER visit. So, we’re going to do another round of x-rays, and see where we go from here.” He grins before sending someone in to take you to the x-ray room.

With imaging under your belt, you wait for Dr. Jinn to call you into his office. Soon, a nurse is grabbing you and opening a door letting you see the man looking over the prints, glasses on the bridge of his nose with his long hair sitting behind a solid wood desk. He greets you again, however not as upbeat as the first time. You consider that a bad sign as you sit in the chair facing him. With the door shut, he takes his glasses off with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. Where have you seen that expression before?

Your thoughts are taken away as Dr. Jinn continues to go over what your original injury entailed, and begins to show you your new x-rays. “I am afraid there’s been no progress in your injury. We typically see the ligament beginning to heal at this point in recovery. In your case, there is no evidence of that.” He frowns, making your jaw slack slightly.

“It’s.. it’s been six weeks. A month and… nothing?” You sigh, shaking your head slightly. “I- That doesn’t mean what I think it does… does it?” You wince in expectation of the worst, and it comes.

“Unfortunately, it does. It’s a surgery I’ve done a thousand times, and I can guarantee that the rehabilitation is not going to be much different from the rest and rehab method we were going to use originally.” Your stomach drops. You don’t want surgery. You don’t want the bills. You just want this living nightmare to end. Dr. Jinn asks you to be patient as he checks to see what his schedule is like. Your eyes wander, trying to get the tight feeling in your chest to go away. As they do, they find the walnut stained bookcase on the far end of the room. Medical books line the shelves, in between framed photos. In one of them sits Dr. Jinn with a young boy playing a game of some sort. The next is Jinn with the same boy, just a little bit older posing at what looks to be a science fair. The following two frames hold multiple photos. Each holds a photo of the duo, with the younger of the two in graduation attire. It takes a minute, but it sinks in when you finally make out the details of his face. Dr. Jinn notices your distant gaze and follows it before smiling. “Yes, that would indeed be Dr. Kenobi.” He looks at you when you meet his face and laughs a little as an eyebrow raises. “I was Obi-Wan’s adoptive father. He came into my life when he was eight years old.” He explains as he prints out something at the printer at his desk.

“Small world.” You mumble, a slow nod showing your surprise. “Has he told you that we live in the same building?” The question comes as small talk, still moving to try to halt the process of scheduling the most expensive procedure of your life.

“I don’t think he has. Even smaller world in that case.” He chuckles before tilting the monitor screen in your direction to look over the calendar he has. The two of you discuss in great detail what the timeline of the surgery would look like, how the procedure is done, and of course when you would be able to get it done. As you’re looking at a month out, Dr. Jinn’s phone rings, startling the both of you. He answers, turning toward the wall - as if that would make you suddenly unaware of what he was saying. He’s soon hanging up the call and turning back to face you. “Well, it seems as though I have an opening sooner than I thought.” He speaks, moving to the calendar and you watch the mouse flutter across the screen. It lands on the following Monday.

“Th-that’s four days from now.” He looks at you and gives a reassuring gaze. “Well, the sooner we get the procedure done, the sooner you can begin to heal.” The doctor looks at you, waiting for a response. You swallow the lump in your throat before nodding. “Alright, I guess we can do that…”

Those four days seem to pass in the blink of an eye. You’d told Ben that you’d needed surgery, and he’d reassured you over a million times. It’s in and out. Super simple and quick, you’ll be awake before you know it.

That didn’t ease the anxiety that filled you as you’re rolled back to a curtained off room, given a gown and left to change. Once you’re dressed and resting on the cot, you’re staring at the injury in front of you. Dr. Jinn had removed the cast at your appointment, giving you a wrapping until they put a new boot on it. You jump as the curtain is pulled back but immediately calm at the face in front of you. “What are you doing here?” Your tone suggests you’re yelling at him, but Ben’s shrugging. “I was in the area. Thought I’d stop by.”

“Right, because you just happen to be in the surgery prep area of the hospital.” You comment as he’s grabbing one of the nearby spinning stools, bringing you back to the night you met. “What? I’m telling the truth.” He mocks confusion, moving to take your hand. “I knew you were nervous about this so I wanted to be the one to check in on you, give you your IV.” He offers, moving to the supplies to do just that.

“I don’t think that’s gonna make me feel any better.” You tease, looking at him, and he gives a very calm look. “You will.” He reassures, “I spoke with my father and he’s going to page me at every checkpoint. There will be not a single thing about your surgery that I don’t know about.” He’s got your gaze, looking at you with a grin, which you return, happy before an expletive leaves you, looking to your hand to find an IV already inserted.

“You tricked me.” You whine, and he chuckles, taping it to your hand. “It worked, didn’t it?” Ben stands up again, looking at you with sincerity. “You’re going to be fine, darling.”

Your stomach flips. And it’s not from the impending doom of surgery. He looks at you when you speak again. “I have one condition.” You offer, looking at him.

“Shoot.” Ben chuckles and you look at him. “We will go on a date if I come out of this alive.” He looks at you with a grin. “You will come out of this. There’s no debating that.” As a nurse comes in with anesthesiology, you return the grin.

“That’s what I’m counting on Dr. Kenobi.” He nods, moving out of the way and disappearing with ease to head back to work. Soon enough, you’re being rolled to the OR, the kind eyes of Dr. Jinn greeting you behind his mask as a nurse slips a haircap over your head. He goes on to reassure you that the team in the room would work for the next two hours. During that time, you’re helped onto the table, and you continue to discuss with the Doctor above you. Before you even realize it, you’re asleep.

When you wake, not only do you feel groggy, but you feel incredibly light headed. Jinn had told you that you’d stay in recovery til you woke up, and then you’d be on your way home. However, this is not the recovery wing, you discover looking around the room. You spot pain killers, liquids and is that blood? You confirm that there is indeed an active blood transfusion on your IV pole. Eyes moving around the room, the door opens and blue eyes greet yours, which calms you, immensely. “Well look who made it out of the OR.” He teases, pulling up a chair, looking at you. His eyes seem to droop with exhaustion.

“Ben, how long have you been up?” As you speak you find your throat incredibly sore and irritated. However, it’s ironic that the first question in the conversation is directed to the individual not in the hospital bed. Despite that, he answers.

“I do believe it was fif...teen hours?” He’s thinking as he’s speaking, evident by the pause in his words as he rolls his wrist over to look at the silver watch there. “Oh, look at that. I was wrong, seventeen hours, my dear.” He corrects himself, leaning up against the wall in front of your bed. You look at him with concern and he’s immediately retorting back to you. “Now, if we need to be worried about anyone, it’s you, young one. Your blood pressure dropped drastically, and surprisingly you lost a decent amount of blood. They want to ensure you’ll be alright after that mishap. They’re going to keep you overnight for observation. If nothing else happens and your vitals improve, you’ll be fit to go home. If not, you’ll be sticking around a bit longer.”

As he speaks, all you see are the dollar signs leaving his tongue. Kriff, how would you pay for all of this? It’s almost like he reads your mind - maybe you had a look of disgust on your features - but he reassuringly steps forward. “I know it’s not ideal, but I’d hate to come to your apartment when I pick you up for our date and find you laid out on the floor.” Ben’s words are clearly teasing, but it reminds you of your agreement.

“You’re really going to go out with a patient? Isn’t there something against that in the hospital policy or something?” You tease, watching him relax into the wall again. It’s then that you notice how unkempt his hair is. As though he’s been messing with it for hours. How dark the circles under his eyes are. You wonder if Jinn had been true to his word - had told him that you’d dropped during surgery. Did he worry? Was that what this was? Not tiredness solely, but a bit of relief over hours of concern? Unanswered questions flitting about that brain of his?

Obi-Wan has moved to the small couch in the corner of the room, lounging back on it. He’s clearly off the clock, as there is a lack of white coat, and while the button up and slacks are still present, he looks absolutely gutted from work. “Well, I believe the exact wording is ‘any patients within your care’. Last I checked, you no longer fall under my watch, Dr. Quigon does.” He snickers, causing you to shake your head slowly. You’re rather exhausted, maybe an effect from the anesthetic, or the pain meds, you’re sure it’s one of the two of them. Your gaze seems to linger, because Ben speaks again, looking at you. “Are you feeling quite alright?” He’s leaning forward, hair falling in his face, a large hand pushing it out of the way quickly, blue eyes glossing over the multiple screens surrounding you.

A shrug falls over you. Honestly? Not one of your better days. There’s a bit of a churn in your stomach, your eyes are sore and the room tends to spin every now and then - despite how still you are. But, none of that is said. “I’ve been better.” You don’t want him to work, not when he’s clearly off the clock. “Go home, Ben. You clearly need to sleep.”

The ashy blonde shakes his head. “Ah ah ah. You’re not getting rid of me that quickly. You need to sleep too. How about another condition?” A smirk paints itself onto his lips, making you smile.

“Let’s hear it, Kenobi.” A taunt comes so easily to you, and he chuckles, getting up and squatting down near the bed, arms resting on the fall guards on the bed. He’s close to you. Closer than he has been in a while - maybe ever.

“Both of us will sleep. I’ll make a bed out of this pull out couch in here, and you get acquainted with the back of your eyelids. Deal?” The way he says it makes you giggle, a hand moving to rub at eyes, the soreness radiating through it as you move. He’s right, as he usually is. You need to sleep. You’re worried about missing time with him that you wouldn’t have gotten otherwise. After barely seeing him the past few weeks, and now having his undivided attention, you feel a little spoiled.

“Fine, Doctor. But you have to wake me up if they bring me food. I haven’t eaten at all today, they wouldn’t let me before they took me into the OR.” You frown and Ben’s hand taps yours fondly.

“Sounds like a plan. Now sleep, sweetheart, you need the rest.” With such comforting words, you find it easy to let your eyes settle closed.

Waking up again greets you with a setting sun, and a hand on your shoulder. Ben’s waking you up - as promised - with a full tray of food in front of you. “Now, I am going to warn you… the food isn’t the best.” He advises, pulling the plastic cloche from the dishes in front of you. It’s far more appetizing than he’s cautioned, so with ease, you’re lifting a fork, digging it. Your first bite you hum with a pleasant surprise, moving to the next item. You then take inventory of everything, slowly making dents in the piles of food. Ben simply watches, granola bar in hand. Probably from one of the many vending machines that lined the hallways. When you’re finally finished, he looks at you with amusement. “Well Chef? What’s the verdict?” A wide grin shows as he speaks, showing that he remembered your well spent hours of Bake Off and Hell’s Kitchen.

“Well, the chicken was far too dry. The very reason why a good portion of it remains on the plate.” Using the fork, you point to the uneaten breast. “The green beans, a little bland. Could’ve done without the swimming pool factor, this isn’t the Olympic trials.” A laugh leaves him as your fork splashes in the remaining water in the dish. “The cornbread was actually very good. Moist. Had great corn kernel to cornmeal ratio.” Ben’s eyebrows are raised at how seriously you’re taking this. “The pudding - excellent. Snakpak knows how to make a pudding.” You joke before picking up the remaining carton of apple juice. “I can’t complain about the apple juice, it’s apple juice.” You shrug. Ben gives a nod.

“Thank you Chef. I will let the kitchen know.” He laughs, moving the tray out of the way, moving the rolling table closer to the door before finally settling in again. “I didn’t realize you were such a good critic.” The blonde looks at you with a glint of amusement in his features.

“I’m a writer, remember? It’s kind of just describing what’s in front of me… if that makes… sense?” You trail off, only because you’re unsure if there’s any logic in your explanation. If there had been, Ben’s not pointing out any flaws, simply nodding.

“No, no it does. I’m following.” A hearty laugh leaves him as his wrist rolls toward him again - and you know he’s looking at the time. You seem to look at him with a pout because he’s shaking his head. “I’m not leaving you anytime soon, darling. Simply looking to the time. Visiting hours are over soon and I need to pull on my white coat once they are.” Your brows furrowed at this.

“Ben, are you seriously using your coat as a ploy to fool the nurses?” You question, and he nods.

“What are they going to do, kick me out of the building? I work here, I have to come back at some point.” He reassures, a skeptical look coming to your features as you visually disagree with him.

“Don’t be stupid. They’re gonna know.” You smirk at his unsound reasoning before he shrugs.

“Whatever I have to do to keep you company.”

Ben ends up getting kicked out of your room come 7:30. White coat and all, he’s promising to come visit on his rounds in the morning (under the condition that he goes home, gets something to eat, shower and sleep some before he returns). And he does. You know he does because when you wake up, he’s looking over your chart with haste, frowning at everything he sees. “Your fever rose substantially last night and the medications they gave you to reduce them aren’t exactly working their best.” He offers with concern highlighting his voice.

This wasn’t news to you. You’d woken up at 2AM shivering like no tomorrow, begging for more blankets and some water. You can’t remember the last time you were sick, but it certainly wasn’t something you’d been expecting as a result of the surgery. “Okay… so what are you going to do?” He’s scribbling down things and offering up solutions: not that any of them make any sense to you. “Ben.” You stop him mid ramble and blue eyes look at you with concern. “If I were you, what treatment would you give yourself.” You pose the question and he’s quick as a whip with his response. “Do that. Can I sleep now?”

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[onlydreamofmysoul]

Who needs a weighted blanket when you have a Logan

This ask says it all. 

Characters of course, by @lumosinlove

“You know I was thinking of getting a weighted blanket.” Leo mused, scrolling through reviews of different types online. “Look at this one, it’s kind of pricey but it has an average of five stars which seems pretty cool.”

“Quoi?” Logan said, looking up from his phone across the room. “Why would you need one of those?”

Leo looked up from his laptop, legs stretched in front of him on the couch. “Plenty of reasons, they’re pretty cool actually. You know they’re proven to help reduce stress?”

Logan raised his eyebrows from the armchair.

“Yeah,” Leo continued, mostly mumbling to himself by now. “They’re meant to be calming which sounds nice. And hey! People say they feel like a hug!”

“A hug?” Leo heard but he didn’t look up, he was mid way through comparing two different brands. 

“Mhm.” He hummed, but looked up in surprise when the couch by his feet dipped. 

“Who needs a weighted blanket, when you have a boyfriend?” Logan said as he gently pried the laptop from Leo’s hands and set it carefully on the coffee table. 

“Oh yeah?” Leo laughed as Logan pushed his thighs apart so he could nestle between them, his arms folded across Leo’s chest, chin resting on his hands, face only an inch away. 

“Yup.” Logan confirmed, shuffling until he got comfortable. “See? Beaucoup mieux qu’une couverture, non?”

Leo pursed his lips together. “I dunno… Blankets don’t give me attitude.”

“Hey!” Logan protested, silencing him with a kiss. “I happen to know you love my attitude, thank you very much. I’ll be putting that in the pro-Logan list.”

“Oh yeah?” Leo bent the leg on the outside, boxing Logan in, one arm wrapping around his waist while he tucked the other behind his own head. “What other things are on the list?”

“Hmm,” Logan hummed, green eyes peeping out from under his dark eyelashes. “I’m warm.”

“So are blankets.”

“I’m warmer.”

Leo bit his lip, trying not to laugh. “You know I’m not trying to replace you, it would just be an option for when you don’t want hugs.”

Logan’s face scrunched up, offended. “Me, not want hugs.” He placed his hand on Leo’s forehead as if taking his temperature. “Êtes-vous malade?”

Leo laughed again, kissing him sweetly. “That’s a good point.”

This time, instead of responding, Logan just leaned into the kiss, letting himself relax against Leo. They kissed slow and steady, like they had all the time in the world. Which, Leo supposed, they did. They could kiss forever if they wanted. 

(But Finn might interrupt at some point).

(Not that either of them would complain).

A week or two later, Leo arrived home alone. Finn was out with Alex and Logan was visiting his family so it would just be Leo for a couple of hours. He sighed as he tossed his gear bag by the door, to be emptied tomorrow and headed straight to bed, weary after a long day. 

He treaded down the hall, already thinking about the sweatshirt he would steal to sleep in, the regret of never buying a blanket playing in the back of his mind. He opened the door to their room, turning on the lamp by the bedside instead of the overhead, but stopped at the folded pile in his side of the bed. 

For when I’m not around. 

L xxx

Leo’s heart melted at the note and unfolded the pile to find a beautiful weighted blanket, the very one he had been looking at that day with Logan. He pulled on one of Logan’s hoodies and pulled it on, covering himself fully with the blanket before snapping a selfie to send. 

“I love you.”  He wrote. 

“Don’t get used to it.” Logan wrote back. “I don’t plan on you needing it much.  Who needs a weighted blanket when you have a Logan?”

Leo grinned and held his phone close to his chest. Who indeed.

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[detectivehannibal]

Everything and More

Hannibal Lecter x Fem! Reader

Tags: Sugar daddy Hannibal. Smut references.

Word Count: 1.8k

“I didn’t realize that was a secret.”

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Your relationship with Hannibal was...interesting to say the least.

There was a special connection between the two of you from the moment you met. It couldn’t be denied that Hannibal made a lasting first impression on you. You were drawn to his elegance and his charm, his strokes of being a gentleman. 

In the beginning, he would have you over for dinner maybe once a month. Then it became more frequent to where you were visiting every other week. Before you knew it, you were his dinner guest a few times a week.

During one of these dinner dates, he asked you if you would want to pursue a relationship with him. It was obvious you were interested in one another, and he found that it was only logical to ask you out properly. Initially, you didn’t respond to his question right away. You had a few things to consider, despite your fondness of him.

He was a bit older than you, and sometimes it showed. You tended to prefer a guy with a few years of experience on him. You wanted someone who understood you and would be there for you at every turn. You took this into account with all your relationships you had ever been in. You decided that of all people, Hannibal would be the one to always be in your corner.

It wasn’t long after you started dating that you noticed this differed from any of your previous relationships. He was extra tentative to you. He cared for you in any way he could. He also showed it in many ways. It was not at all unusual anymore for you to come home and there be some sort of present waiting for you. 

Sometimes it could be as small as a simple bracelet and other times it could be a new pair of heels. They usually appeared at random and for no sort of special occasion, but they all had one thing in common. They were usually pretty pricey and not something you could usually afford to buy yourself. 

It was typically an unspoken fact, but Hannibal was a wealthy guy. Once a professional ER doctor and now a successful psychiatrist, he had a large sum of money in his bank account. He had to supply his exquisite taste somehow.

You would gratefully accept these gifts and use them with pride. You didn’t really discuss with Hannibal the reasoning for his purchases for you until one specific night. You had just returned to your home from work and were thumbing through the mail when something occurred to you. You hadn’t gotten a single bill in the mail for the last two months. No electricity, water, utilities bill, none of it.

You wondered how in the world your bills were being paid if you hadn’t been the one paying them. It took a minute or so, but then the realization hit you. Hannibal had been paying your bills. He was the only person in your life who would do it without being asked...and without asking.

While the shoes, jewelry, and whatever else was one thing, this was a totally different matter. Even if you had to work your ass off and may have cut it close some months, you could totally manage to pay your bills and other housing needs. You confronted him that night over a glass of wine after dinner while sitting in front of the warm fire in the fireplace.

“So, I discovered something strange today,” You began to say, sipping from your glass. “I realized that I haven’t been receiving any of my bills for awhile.”

He shrugged.

“I would assume not, considering I’ve paid them.” He confirmed.

You sat up from laying against him and looked at him as if you had caught him with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Ah! So you admit it. You have been paying my bills.”

His eyes dashed to the side and back to you.

“I didn’t realize that was a secret.” He stated.

You were stunned, you would’ve never expected this.

“Did I give the impression that I can’t pay my bills? Because I assure you that I can.” You said, feeling guilty now.

“I’m well aware of that,” He replied with a nod. “Can’t I just do it because I care deeply about you and wish for you to have as stress-free of a life as possible?” He asked.

Your heart fluttered at what he had just said to you. He was doing this just because he cared and because he financially was able to? This was so different than anything you’d ever experienced.

“You can...as long as you’re okay with it...and I get the feeling I wouldn’t win that argument otherwise.” You laughed lightly.

He pulled you back to his chest and you snuggled close, hearing his response vibrate off his chest.

“Of course. I don’t mind,” He kissed your head. “And yes, you wouldn’t win.”

The conversation was left at that and you were left with a whole new realization. Hannibal Lecter was your unofficial sugar daddy. It shook you to the core for awhile, but you came to terms with it because it was a healthy relationship and neither of you were using the other. He wasn’t using you for sex (although, sex was definitely there) and you weren’t using him for money. You really loved each other...just with a couple of perks along the way.

When you came home from work in the afternoons, you didn’t have as many obligations to take care of. You often found yourself picking up an old hobby. You had been baking yourself silly and learning all sorts of baking tricks. You also decided that it was time to start teaching yourself something that you never finished. In college, you had taken a few courses in French, but never became fluent. 

Hannibal was fluent in French and many of his dishes were of French culinary skills. So, you thought it would be fun to pick up where you left off. Hannibal was impressed by this. He found that it was extremely beneficial to be familiar with the language of another culture. This only connected the two of you more.

Every so often, Hannibal would take you out on a spontaneous shopping trip. He would tell you to pick out literally anything you wanted and he would buy it. The first few trips, you refused to pick something outrageously expensive. No matter how much he claimed that he enjoyed it, you could not just let him completely spoil you to no end. You were way too grounded and humble for that.

There was one day in particular that he really challenged you to let go. He told you, very sternly, that you had to pick anything out, with a minimum of $8,000. You name it and he would go and buy it. You thought you were going to fall out right then and there. That was insane to make THAT the minimum. You thought hard on what you could possibly buy...or that Hannibal could buy. Then it came to you. A little something that you had always secretly wanted but never quite had the funds for.

You couldn’t help but squeal with excitement when you saw the large rectangular box with the bow on it sitting on your dining room table one day. You opened the lid and your eyes were met with the most glorious designer handbag you had ever seen. You almost didn’t want to touch it because it was so pristinely pretty. You noticed a small card placed in the box as well, with a short message on it;

For my beautiful love. Enjoy. - Hannibal

There wasn’t a thing in the world that could wipe the smile off your face. You had failed to notice beforehand how stressed you were. Life had been absolutely crazy for you and financially you found yourself somewhat discouraged. This was the most stress-free you had ever been and also the happiest.

That was really all Hannibal wanted. If he could be the reason behind your contentment and ease, then he was all in. Hannibal loved beautiful people. He was attracted to beautiful people. Not just in the physical sense, but in regards to the head and the heart.

He could see straight through anyone he had ever met. He was fantastic when it came to reading people, considering that’s what he pretty much did for a living. He could see that you were beautiful inside and out. Not a stitch, fiber, or inch of you he found repulsive. You were polite, proper, and only lashed out emotionally when it was appropriate. You were his perfect model of a human being. He completely adored you.

“I really love my bag, Hannibal.” You praised from the sink in your kitchen as you washed dishes.

It was very rare for the two of you to have dinner at your home. Hannibal enjoyed the comfort and familiarity of his own kitchen, but he agreed that it was necessary to switch things up every so often. He still cooked dinner, however, and brought it in his version of a “to-go” container. Your culinary skills were actually quite good, but it wasn’t refined enough for Hannibal’s palate. So, for now the cooking would be up to him.

“Oh, I was wondering if you had the chance to open it yet,” He affirmed, drying the plate you had just handed to him. “It’s joys me that you liked it so well, my dear. You deserve to live your best life. I noted that it was very you.”

You blushed a little and laughed sheepishly.

“I guess it was a little out there...I just thought it was pretty.” You stated.

He sensed your shyness and turned to you, your eyes dragging to the sight of of rolled sleeves and neatly pressed shirt. Did he always look that good in a dress shirt? You tore yourself away from your rather sinful thoughts as he spoke.

“Well, we tend to select the items that reflect and best represent our inner self.” He said cooly.

Your eyes twinkled and your head was like fireworks at his words. He was such a charmer you could barely take it.

“Oh, that was smooth, Dr. Lecter.” You said, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Just stating a fact,” He said resting a hand on the side of your face. “However, you are so beautiful.”

He kissed you then and there, his own neurons firing off with excitement and cheer. When your arms traveled to around his neck, he gripped the backs of your thighs and lifted you around him. He whisked you away to the bedroom and shared a night of love and passion with you.

Which was something money could never buy.

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Originally posted: July 27, 2020

Remastered: March 12, 2024

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[zackcrazyvalentine]

A little bit of Love: Grateful Goodies [Luke & Beelzebub x Reader]

Summary: February 14th, Valentine’s Day… Beelzebub wanted to show you his appreciation through food, and what do you know? Luke had the same idea! Together (even if it was [kinda] against Luke’s will), Avatar of Gluttony and Messenger Angel gave it their all to prepare a surprise for you, their dear friend!

Extra info: fluff, gender neutral reader, nice friendship with the boys!

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A/N: Let’s kick off this little Obey Me + Twisted Wonderland Valentine’s special the right way! Because Valentine’s is a day to share with friends and close people, not only love interests or relationship partners, let’s start with a fic about friendship!

Enjoy~!

Visit back tomorrow for another special story!!

[Index] [AO3 link]

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“Beel! Stop that! You already tried all flavor pairings for the board!”

“Sorry, I’m just...hungry…”

"Luke, the recipe says-"

"But it isn't thick enough with the recipe's measurements! We need to add more!"

“Beel!!! When I say check the mix for sweetness, it’s just a little DROP! NOT a spoonful!”

"...it smells so good though, couldn't help it…”

"Ah, Luke, not that! It doesn't fit with the meats and cheeses we've selected already."

"Oh! ...Oh? Really, even if it's pricey?"

“Beeeeeeel!!!”

"...guuh...I’m hungyyyyy aaaaaaah!!"

“AAAAAH!”

Many screams and desperate grunts could be heard from Purgatory Hall’s kitchen while demon and angel tried to team up to prepare a special surprise.

Valentine’s Day, what used to be an ordinary day, suddenly called for these beings' attention after your arrival to their lives. You became an important friend to them, thus why they wanted to demonstrate their affection, admiration, and respect for you in their own unique way.

And what do you know? Both, Luke and Beelzebub, came to the conclusion that food was the way to your heart.

You three already shared snacks and pastries made by Luke whenever the opportunity lends itself. Plus, with how you helped the angel that one time, Luke slowly got closer to you and Beel.

A peculiar but nice friendship bloomed.

Thus, as February 14th creeped up, Beel and Luke casually mentioned to each other what they would be gifting to those they held dear. Of course, You came up within their conversation, and to their surprise… They had similar ideas on what to give you.

And so, even if the little angel was heavily against the idea, they decided to team up to prepare your surprise.

It was difficult for Luke to control Beel's impulse to just eat anything remotely appetizing ("*huff* Demons…"), and it was difficult for Beel to put up with the occasional tantrum thrown by Luke (the little angel was just perfect to squeeze and end right then and there, but thankfully the glutton had patience).

Nevertheless, they pushed through while keeping their goal in mind.

The Avatar of Gluttony selected the perfect blend of creamy and sharp cheeses, delicate salty cuts of meat, sweet fruit and honey, and delectable crackers and nuts to put in the charcuterie board he wanted to give you. Luke enters the scene by arranging everything in a beautiful way, while Beel instructed him which flavor combinations should be near each other.

The angel, on the other hand, baked numerous sweet treats and pastries in cute shapes, and your favorite colors and flavors. Cupcakes, macaroons, cookies, mousse, eclairs, you name it. Beel helped him measure, mix and knead ingredients to make the perfect doughs, batters and creams. The demon also tried his best to assemble sandwich cookies and macaroons.

It was late, all the stress (and fun) made Luke sleepy, eyelids closing slowly as his head swayed side to side from tiredness.

Beel rubbed the fatigue out of his eyes, "Go sleep, Luke. I've got it under control."

"Nev...er… u will…eat..." Before the angel could even speak another word, sleep had already lulled him away, head falling onto his crossed arms.

The demon smiled at him… Perhaps this tiny annoying angel can be cute.

He carefully carried the sleeping boy over to the living room sofa and covered him with his discarded jacket.

Beelzebub continued to monitor the cupcakes and cookies as they baked, decorating them as perfectly as he could once they were cool enough to hold the frosting. All night long, Beel controlled his urge to eat the cute sweets…. all because of their goal.

Finally, as the last little cupcake was safely stored in one of the decorative boxes, the demon dropped down on the floor beside Luke’s couch to get some sleep.

- Next day -

"Look at this," The wizard mocked, "Our little Luke has become friends with one of the oh so evil demons he hates."

The older angel laughed softly, "This was the exchange program's goal, after all." With some help from Solomon, he took a photo with his phone to tease Luke with later.

All said and done, Simeon woke up the peculiar duo, they had to attend classes after all.

Thus, we're here now…

Luke and Beel made their way to your classroom once the school day ended, ready to surprise you with their gift!

"Ah, [Name]!" Luke's cute voice called out.

"[Name]..!" Beelzebub's calm voice raised in volume slightly, making you turn to look at them.

"Hello, you two! Happy Valentine's day! Do you have any plans today, would you like to go out and have lunch with me?" You greet them.

The duo smiled at each other and took both your hands, pulling you along towards the entrance to the classroom.

"What's going on? Beel, Luke?" Their behavior was a little strange.

Luke gave you a big grin, "We have a special gift for you, for being such a good friend!"

"But it's all the way back in Purgatory Hall, we must make our way there first." The demon finished.

You let yourself be dragged along, wondering what they prepared for you.

Once within the Hall, you could sense a sweet smell lingering in the air.

Did they bake something together?

"Here we are~!" The tiny angel fully turned to look at you, holding your hand in both of his, "[Name], thank you for all these months of friendship! Thank you for helping me when I needed and thank you very much for everything you've done for me! You…. You're like an older sibling to me!" He flushed, cute childish glee painting his face.

You inwardly aww'ed at how adorable he looked. Luke was very much a little brother to you, too. You gave him your sincerest smile.

The Avatar of Gluttony tightened his hold on your hand, making you turn to look at him now. "[Name], thank you for being here...Thank you for being you, unique and irrepetible. Spending time with you is the best pastime, even more so when food comes into the scene." You both giggle at that, "Thank you… Simply, thank you for everything."

Your heart softened, noticeable in your tender smile and light blush. Beel sometimes had a hard time with words, but the pure appreciation in his eyes was enough to make you understand what he wanted to say.

Both let go of your hands.

"And that is why…" The demon said.

"We made something special!" Exclaimed the angel.

"Just for you!" They said in unison, revealing their surprise by lifting a cloth off the counter.

Multiple boxes holding the cutest sweets and pastries covered the surface, while Beel placed a fresh-out-the-fridge charcuterie board filled with an array of colorful foods.

Everything looked so delicious, your mouth watered just by marveling at the wonderful smells and perfect arrangement of treats!

Your eyes stung a little with happy tears, many giggles and stumbled words of admiration left you.

"Luke, Beel… Oh my! How- when- you both- oh my, how- For me?! All of this?! Thank you!!" You quickly brought them together into a heartfelt hug.

"Thank you, everything's so beautiful and smells amazing!" You breathe deeply, sighing in contentment, "You're both such wonderful beings, you know that? I love spending time with you, I’ve made many fun memories with you… Thank you so much for letting me be your friend."

You separated, looking tenderly at each other while exchanging bright smiles.

"Well then," You grabbed a slice of fruit from the board, "Shall we enjoy these tasty treats together while watching movies and playing board games?"

"Yes, please!"

"Yes!!"

You had one of the most fun nights with them, lovingly-made food bringing you ever closer.

[END♡]

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I believe the Luke-MC-Beel friendship is just the CUTEST, SWEETEST thing!!

First little story out! It...may feel a little dry orz sorryyyy (apologies too for ooc-ness)

Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing this, and hope you liked it as well!

Visit back tomorrow for another special story~!!

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #463

“the siren sings a lonely song of all the wants & hungers  /  the lust of love, a brute desire”

Describe the person that you would like to be in three years. I want my mental health to be in great condition, I really want to be in much better physical shape, ideally be living with somebody in our own place, have a job I'm happy with, have an improved social life, my own license and car... Think back to when you first met your significant other (or ex). Was your first impression of them accurate? It's funny, I honestly don't remember what my first impression of Girt was. I don't even recall our first interaction. I'm sure it was most likely that he was friendly, because he is and always has been. What is your most noticeable personality trait? Probably that I'm really, really shy. What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Hurricanes. Which of your family members do you resemble the most? I guess one of my immediate sisters? People tend to say stuff like they can definitely tell we're related. Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? No. Who knows you better than anyone else? Hell, probably whoever reads these. When was the last time you started a “new chapter” of your life? I guess you could call dating Girt a "new chapter." I have a much, much stronger feeling of this attempt being more successful than the last now that I've been able to change my angle on how I see him. What’s the most expensive thing your car needed to get done? I don't have my own vehicle and never have. If you had a thousand dollars to spend on a pricey brand you like but can’t really afford (until now of course), which ONE brand would you choose? *shrug* Most products of highly expensive brands I find hideous anyway. Do you still talk to any of your old teachers? Yeah. One is a close family friend and actually our landlord. Does your family still use the home phone or are you all on cell phones now? We haven't had a landline is yeeeeaaarrrrsssss. Ever go to another school’s prom? No; my boyfriend went to the same school as me. Do you ever venture into the woods? What do you normally do there? No; we live in the city now. :/ When I DID live in the woods, I absolutely loved wandering around with my camera for stuff to take pics of. Does your significant other ever make you mix CDs? None ever have but omg I wish that would be adorable. How did you dress your freshman year of high school? I was one of them emo kids. Would you ever date your best friend of the opposite sex? WELP that's what I'm doing lol. Would you say you have a high sex drive or not so much? I'd call it normal? Higher sometimes, lower other times, but not to either extreme. Come with an unpopular opinion. Silent Hill: Homecoming is a great game and while there's a lot of fan service from the movie, it belongs in the series. It's actually my second (or third)-favorite installment. Most of the SH community absolutely hate that game. What’s the worst thing a friend has either done or said to you? A lot of shit Colleen would say if we got into arguments. She'd ridicule effects of my depression, said I'd never know what it's like to pay my own bills, stuff like that. She's hateful as fuck and everything cut deep. What’s fake about you? Like extensions, fake nails, botox etc. Nothing physical. If you got the chance, would you audition for a reality show? No. Have you ever gotten into a Facebook fight? More than once. What’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever experienced irl? Hm, I'm unsure. Favorite flavor of jelly bean? Probably watermelon. Do you use Tinder? If yes, have you ever met up with someone you matched? No. You do you, but if I understand Tinder correctly, it just seems... really shallow to me. Like don't you JUST see their picture to decide if you're interested or not? It just enforces the false belief that appearance really matters in love. You just poured your heart out to your crush and all he/she does is respond “k”. What do you respond/do? Well, I don't have a crush anymore; my boyfriend and I literally exchanged "I love you"s last night. That's not a crush. But for the sake of the question, I'll imagine I was single and this happened, in which case I would be both hurt and annoyed. Like, either tell me you return the feelings or not. It's not hard. What's your favorite thing to order from McDonald’s? I usually get a quarter pounder w/ cheese or a McDouble, occasionally with a small or medium fry, depending on how hungry I am. When do you feel your sexiest? Never, hunny. What's your favorite emoji? I don't really have one? It just depends on what the situation calls for. What’s your skincare routine? I don't really have one... I just use a washcloth to clean my face. Who all out of your immediate family smokes? My dad and stepmom. Do you like incense or candles better? Incense, totally. Do you respect your parents? Yeah. What’s your bf/gf’s name? It's technically Donald Jr., but since high school, I've known him as Girt, a nickname I won't explain for his privacy. Do you wear glasses? Yeah. Do you like The Beatles? I honestly don't. Except "Hey, Jude." What was the last reason you got excited? Last night. When we were saying goodbye, I was scared to, but I told Girt I loved him, and he immediately said it back confidently. My heart did like five flips. I'm still over the moon about it. Yes, we just got back together, but we've been in each other's lives as a constant since HS, and after changing my angle of how I looked at him, it's not at all platonic anymore. Do you know anyone who drinks the pickle juice from the jar? Sara does alskdjfklwejrl;er Name something crazy that’s happened recently? Uhhhh... I dunno. My life is very uneventful to have something really "crazy" happen. Can you say for a fact that you’re happy right now? I'm happy about some things, but also nervous and self-doubtful. Have you ever zip lined? No, but they look fun. I'd just be really scared of losing my grip. If you broke your computer, would you be able to fix it on your own? Ha, no. Have you ever been on a boat and got sick? No, but the one time I was at the beach and on a boat riding to an island, I was TERRIFIED I was going to get sick because of the waves. I didn't, thankfully. Did you sleep well last night? For the most part. My new mask might just be working. Do your parents try and plan your life for you? Not at all. Do you have any pictures of you kissing someone? Yes. List two things about yourself that you find embarrassing. My weight and how dark my leg hair is. Do you like to cuddle with your pet when you are sad? Yes. Do you find piercing attractive or unattractive? h o t Do you have any secret hiding spots in your room? To put money, yes. Do you like parmesan cheese on your spaghetti? Ew, no. I don't like parmesan. Does your best girl friend have any talents that you don’t? Yeah. She can animate well, for one. And sing like a fucking champ. Do you have any video game systems in your room? Which one(s)? My Nintendo DS Lite is in here. Well, and my laptop is a gaming one. What color eyes does the last person you kissed have? ... Oh WOW I've known this man for a fuckin decade and somehow I'm not sure??? But I want to say light blue? Have you ever taken a ride in a helicopter? No. Have you ever visited hot springs? No. How slowly or quickly would you say you eat? I'm aware I eat too fast, because my mom will point it out almost without fail if we eat in sight of each other. I'm not a messy eater at all, just... fast. Chewing your food and swallowing isn't a complex task. I've made active efforts to slow down, I just haven't been able to succeed. It doesn't feel normal. That and I've come to discover that when I chew food TOO much, I don't like the mushy texture of it in my mouth. What did you do the last time you were with friends? Yesterday Girt and I planned to watch shitty Netflix anime for some laughs, but we wound up starting Attack on Titan, which I am officially pretty into. What kind of cologne/perfume do you like the opposite sex to wear? I don't care if they wear any or not, so long as they know how to clean themselves and therefore not actually smell bad. If you celebrate Christmas, do you get a real tree or an artificial tree? We always use a fake one. Is there someone who means a lot to you but they don’t know that? My sisters probably don't, really... Is money important to you? Live your whole life poor and I want to see you answer "no" to this. Have you ever watched a meteor shower? No. Do you like Slim Jims? LOOOOOOOVE them. Would you rather write a mystery or love story? Love story. Are you muscular? No. Working for it. Do you have one of those removable hand-held shower heads? Yes. Originally, this house didn't, but I hated it so much that Mom bought one. How many burners does your stove have? Four. Has your car ever been broken into? Mom's hasn't.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''blood milk and sky'' by white zombie

[tragicallytron]

So, this Cutler guy... (CHP 1)

I have made Tron fic.............  Enjoy!

There’s a small city on the grid. If you were to hop on a Light Rail system in Argon, it’d take you a couple of hours to reach it. You might be surrounded by several programs who are returning to said city--their home--who wear these scowls, these tattered clothes which they deemed their ‘best’, and cold eyes that turn to frigid glares the moment you glance at them. They give anyone more than enough information to know what sort of city they’re about to enter. If you tried to get there with a speedboat, going in a straight line to the right, you’d know when you’d be getting close. You’ll navigate through towering scraps of metal and waste that seem to get more and more hazardous the more you progress, and there’s this odor… This foul, foul odor that hangs over the sea and only gets stronger. The smell always hits you when you think you’ve finally gotten used to it. Of course, you could always drive there, but why would you do that? Does sitting through the hours of traffic, because some reckless programs leaving that terrible city couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the road and crashed head first into a truck, sound more appealing to you than the sickening sea and the terrible train?

Don’t go to that city.

It’s not worth it.

There’s no appeal.

If the smell of smoke and burnt rubber doesn’t ward you away, the programs there certainly will. They’ll corner you, scam you, threaten you, do what they can to shake you up because they know you don’t belong, and that’s the only reason they need to treat you terribly. They can’t even take care of each other. It’s not uncommon to see programs become good friends one cycle, then try to derezz each other the next. Store owners know how desperate others are to get their hands on any sort of weapon or advancement on their discs, so they charge high. If you need medical attention, expect a ridiculous fee and mediocre treatment. You’re better off making your own weapons, caring for yourself, and trudging on. Friends here aren’t worth the hassle.

The only thing keeping this town together are, strangely enough, Clu’s guards. They roam the streets in clusters, immediately putting a stop to any fights they see, or tearing apart any program who’s stupid enough to try and take them head on. Some people have learned where they patrolled at which hours to avoid them, others like to test their luck and throw chunks of metal at them from the rooftops.

However, even the guards know better than to march through the heart of the city, where the buildings cluster together, alleyways get tighter, and the programs get tougher. The inner city felt less like a ‘city’, and more like a horrible maze; a claustrophobe’s nightmare. You’d have to squeeze your way through the jagged paths between the structures, some need to suck their gut to get through, and it’s so incredibly easy to get lost, even if you’ve lived your entire life there. One thick street can branch out into tens of other thin, tangling paths that all seem to never end.

Scraps of metal hang over the ledges of these buildings, on the verge of tipping over and crushing the next unfortunate program who happens to be passing under them. The metal blocks off most of the sky, making the sparks from torn wires and the orange lights from windows the only proper source of illumination.

It’s a miracle this city’s still in one piece, it’s a miracle people still visit this city, it’s a miracle people still live in this city.

Nothing good has ever happened here. And nothing probably ever will.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Nice...” A program said as he observed a small, black, thin cylinder in his hand, which had blue light rings that stopped just before both ends. He pressed the blue button in the center and the ends shot out, creating a staff just a foot shorter than him. Two, sharp pointed tips appeared at the ends and glowed a bright blue as well; white sparks were coming from them. “Real nice.”

“Yeah, try not to trash this place with your new toy.” The other program at the desk said. He turned his chair around to face his client and brushed the thick, black hair out of his face.

“Relax, I won’t.” The customer retracted the rod and held it firmly with his long, skinny fingers. His whole figure was like that; lanky. The staff suits him.

“You really outdid yourself this time. I bet this bad boy’ll work as good as it looks! Heck, it even goes with these suckers!” The customer showed off his silver wrist gauntlets, the other program rolled his eyes. They were these thick, metal bands with blue streaks that covered up half of his forearms, leaving his hands visible.

‘They’re worth a lot, you know!’ He would always brag out loud whenever given the chance, as if it wouldn’t make him a target for mugging. He must’ve been ripped off. They looked clunky, quite frankly. It did match the silver streaks in his dark gray hair, but that’s not necessarily a compliment.

“Right, your pricey jewelry. Cool.” The other program leaned forward, “Speaking of price…”

“I gotcha, I gotcha! You know I’d never leave you hanging like that, especially when you make me some fine weapons like--”

“I’d like a portion of the payment now, Reggie.” The program shot up from his seat, glaring down at Reggie with his cold, blue eyes.

Reggie shrunk down, “Right! Gimme just a minute ‘ere--”

He dug around in his other pocket and pulled out a thin wad of cash. He handed it over to the inventor, who snatched it away, his glare remaining.

“Li--” Reggie cleared his throat, “Like I said! A quarter this cycle, then another after a few more, I’ll pay you off in no time! When’s the last time I’ve ever left you empty handed?” He gave a crooked smile. “You’ve been real close before.” The program said. Reggie couldn’t see their mouth, it was hidden by the black and orange turtleneck, but he just knew there was a scowl under there.

“Right, I know, but--I need to go!” Reggie started heading to the door of the store.

“Thanks again Harm, and don’t you worry…” He said as he opened the door, “You’ll get your money in time! Like always!”

Reggie slammed the door, leaving Harm all alone.

Harm stood there and watched Reggie through his orange tinted window until he was out of sight. He then made his way back to his desk. His workplace--just like his attire--was mostly made up of shades of grays with bits of bright orange to pop out. His clothes, however, were cooler grays, while his place was mostly warmer.

He approached his desk, one of the few pieces of furniture that was oil-black instead of that dark, warm gray; the other furnitures being tall, wide shelves placed on both sides of his desk, creating his own personal cubicle. He pulled open the thin drawer and shoved all the tools, nails, and shards of glass into there without care. Now that he finished his commission, he could finally focus on upgrading his friend’s wings, and he needed a ‘clean’ workplace.

His desk was the only thing he ever cleaned anymore. The rest of his place isn’t a ‘dump’, but it isn’t absolutely spotless either. If a program happened to be looking through the big window right beside his front door, they could easily see the wires hanging from the ceiling, missing tiles, pipes of various lengths and widths he has leaning against the corners, the piles of scraps and junk he has laying on top of counters and boxes that he uses for his creations. It’s real easy to trip over something and crack your head open, especially with all the sharp edges out in the open.

Two thin strips of orange lights outlined the bottoms of the walls, while one thin one outlined the ceiling. There were a few other strips that crawled their ways across the walls, but most of them were cut off due to chunks of his creations flying all over the place during the process. You can even see the faint orange cracks from where they hit.

The other part of his place that was lit orange was his desk. He has a few small lamps placed on and above his workspace. Sure, he could just move the shelf on his left side that’s covering his largest window, but he wasn’t too fond of the wonderfully bright, headache-inducing orange light that the city produced.

He turned on and grabbed the top of his small, black desk lamp, and adjusted it so it’d shine on the floor, where plenty of blueprints and crumbled up papers laid. He knelt down and pushed a few sheets aside until he spotted the messy sketches of a wingsuit. He picked it up, making sure not to smudge any of the graphite, and placed it on the desk’s top.

“Tape measure, utility knife, and the suit…” Harm mumbled to himself as he walked around the right shelf. On the other side were a couple of dark gray lockers he once found in an abandoned building, they were nice for extra storage. He kept repeating the three materials as he scanned the inside. He eventually spotted his utility knife with the blade uncovered and buried underneath his other tools, and the tape measure a few shelves down, still unraveled. He made sure not to prick his fingers--not that it would hurt, he was wearing long, thick, black gloves--while grabbing the knife, and cussed to himself when several spare screws fell and scattered all over the ground when he pulled out the tape measure.

Harm then turned around, facing the small storage behind him. The room was a lighter sort of warm gray compared to his main room, and it had a small window--big enough for him to crawl through--that wasn’t as obnoxiously bright since another building was placed in front of it. There were plenty of messy shelves full of tools, smaller inventions, and items Harm managed to snag, along with containers on the ground stacked on top of each other, filled with who knows what. Some of his older, bigger inventions were in here, covered haphazardly with raggedy cloaks, wires sprawled out, definitely not the safest storage in the city.

Below the small window was his friend’s wingsuit, carefully folded and placed on top of a container. Ant, his friend, asked if he could improve it, to make it faster.

“I wanna keep up with Tesler’s ship. It might be huge but it’s real fast.” Ant stated in the past.

“I just think it’d be funny to see his reaction when he sees me keeping up with him.”

Tesler is Ant’s boss, and it’s honestly a miracle she hasn’t been derezzed. She’s openly bragged about being late or skipping meetings to hang around with the enemies, she’s supposed to gather information and distribute it promptly, but she spends hours flying around the grid.

Harm once asked how she still has her job, to which Ant responded with: “I just give him a snippet of what he wants to hear seconds before he derezzes me, then it gets him all frustrated and he HAS to keep me alive to hear the rest. It’s real funny, I need to show you his angry face one day.”

Harm approached the table and unfolded the black and bright blue-lined suit before placing it on the top, letting the long flaps dangle off the edge. It looked like a regular outfit, it had long sleeves with holes at the end to stick your thumbs through, and a rather large hood to fit over Ant’s thick hair, but where the thumb-holes were, there were tiny buttons you could press that’d change the black flaps into blue wings. That’s the part he’s currently working on.

Just before he could begin his work, there was a loud banging on his door. Whoever that program was was shaking the door--and the rest of his place--with each booming, desperate knock.

That’s probably Ant.

They were supposed to meet tomorrow, but she tends to arrive unannounced to share the latest updates about her job, or to ramble about whatever. She usually likes to kick the door open and announce her presence, so this door banging was an improvement. Maybe she just really wanted her upgraded wings. Harm rolled his eyes and trudged to the door, the knocking wasn’t stopping, and it was getting hard to hear his own thoughts.

“I told you,” Harm started as he got closer to the door, “your wings won’t be ready for another six cycles at least--”

The door swung open and slammed right into Harm’s face, causing him to stumble back.

The program immediately shut the door behind themselves. Harm shook his head and scanned them quickly. This wasn’t Ant. They were tall--taller than him, definitely--and burly. The helmet covering their face was just plain black, Ant had drawn a toothy grin on her’s. They were breathing quickly.

“Hey,” Harm grit his teeth, “how about you--”

“Hide me.” The program said quickly. Their voice was deep and muffled.

That caught Harm off guard. That sounded like an order.

“So you think you can just hit me in the face with my own door and--” The program grabbed Harm by his arms, his grip was strong. This wasn’t a program he could shove out of here with ease.

“Hide me.” They said again.

“Guards are following me, if you help me lose track of them, I’ll get out of your sight.”

“Guards?!” Harm jumped. He didn’t have the cleanest record here, the only reason he hasn’t faced any consequences was because the guards hardly ever went here, and now they could arrive at his front door?!

“You can’t--I’m not gonna--!” Harm was too shocked to think straight. He grabbed the program’s hands and dragged them to the lockers.

He frantically opened all three of them--he knew one of them had enough space to fit someone in there. The middle one!

Harm didn’t know if he was getting jumpy, or if guards were getting closer to his building, but he heard more voices. He wasn’t taking any chances. He shoved the program into the locker--which was nearly impossible for this program’s size--and slammed it shut.

‘They aren’t stupid.’ Harm told himself.

Does he really expect the guards to not search this place--that the program they’re chasing after just magically disappeared? What if they took HIM instead?

Harm looked back into his storage room and at the small window. He hurried inside and picked up a heavy wrench, reached his arm back, then chucked it at the window. A loud crash came, and glass flew everywhere.

He heard his door being swung open. He only has a few more seconds.

Harm then grabbed the nearest shelf and ripped it down, leading to it--and the other shelves above it--collapsing and crashing down on him. He yelped loudly, trying to sound as pathetic as possible, and got the attention of the guards.

The large, black-armored programs with long pikes in their hands rushed over and stopped right in front of the storage room’s entrance.

Harm tried to sound as scared as he could, “Th… The scary program attacked me and… and then escaped!” He pointed towards the shattered window.

The guards looked at the scene, then at one another, muttering amongst themselves before leaving. Not even bothering to help Harm out.

They slammed the door once they left, and for the next few moments, it was silent.

Once the coast was clear, the other program opened the locker and pushed themself out, grunting.

They took off their helmet, revealing their dark skin and black crew cut. His expression seemed that of displeasure, but after he shoved the shelves off of Harm and helped him to his feet, a smirk formed on his face.

“ ‘Scary program’?” He repeated, brushing Harm off.

He’s smiling? Yeah, this is probably soooo funny for the guy that didn’t get nearly crushed by junk, had to break his own property, and nearly put themselves at risk to help some random program.

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” Harm growled and pulled away.

The program’s smile dropped when he raised a brow, “Thank you. Sorry for all of this. Your store was the first place I spotted, and I needed to lose them.”

Harm stared at him for a moment, looked back at the storage room, then back at the program.

“What’s your name?” Harm asked as he made his way to his desk. He grabbed the first pen he saw, clicked it, then tore out a strip of paper.

The program followed behind, “Cutler.”

“Congratulations, Cutler.” Harm replied, jotting his name down. “You owe me a new window.”

Cutler blinked, “I’m sorry?”

“I don’t know if you think it’s easy to get money around these parts, but it’s not. You owe me at least 200.”

“Now hold on, you chose to break your own window.” Cutler argued.

“Yeah, and if I hadn’t done that, the guards would’ve searched this place. You’re welcome, again.” Harm said.

“I’m not even from this city, I just came here to tell others about Tr--”

Harm cut him off, “Well, if you’re not willing to pay, I’m sure the guards would give me a wonderful sum of money if I turned you in…”

“Alright.” Cutler stepped in, “I’ll find a way to get your money.”

“Great.” Harm raised his brows, “Glad we could come to an agreement. I expect my payment sometime next week.”

“Fine.” Cutler said coldly, facing away from the other program as he approached the front door. “Next week.”

Harm watched Cutler crack the door open, scan the area, then put his helmet back on before running through the streets. What a shame, not even a goodbye.

Whatever Cutler’s determined to tell others about must be important, especially if he’s trying to get word to spread in this terrible, terrible city.

#tron #tron uprising #tron fic #fanfic #story #tron cutler #cutler #YEA HEADS UP my character is there.... just wanted to make tron story with them hehehehehe

[staytonemergencyroom]

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[youngchronicpain]

I am headed to Louisiana this weekend for a memorial death celebration party thing for my uncle. After the celebration I'm going to be staying in New Orleans for a couple of days with my mom, her fiance, and my cousin/best friend Danielle.

After that, Danielle and I are hopping on a train and heading to Portland! It is going to be beautiful. I love trains and have always dreamed of visiting the Northwest.

The trip will be the week leading up to my birthday. Danielle really pushed to make it happen, and I'm really glad. (Usually, it's the other way around.) I even went to the pain management doctor and got my pain medication in time, so I don't have to stress about managing my pain. (Nucynta ER and initial release Nucynta are what I use to manage my pain when I'm traveling in places that don't allow medical cannabis. It's pricey but it's effective and doesn't make me feel terrible.)

Anyways, I will be updating during my trip. I'm a little apprehensive to travel with my powerchair by train since I haven't done it outside of Japan or South Korea yet. If anyone has any tips for Amtrak trains as a wheelchair user let me know!

#personal #I will be posting about it on instagram #so I'm not too too annoying here #but I'm so excited I could cry #travel