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jessread-s · 1 month

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Thanks to the author for providing me with an e-ARC in exchange for an honest review

✩ 🐾🧁Review:

Hunter’s writing and the chemistry between her characters is sheer perfection!

“Rope the Moon” follows Dakota McGraw, who flees her bakery in the middle of the night to escape her abusive boyfriend and protect the baby she is carrying. When Davis Montgomery, her first love, finds out what happened to her, he comes to her rescue in the middle of the night and moves her onto Runaway Ranch to keep her safe. It doesn’t take long for the attraction between them to come back even stronger, but second chances don’t come easy, especially with the past looming overhead.

I really enjoyed the pacing of Davis and Dakota’s relationship and the way it developed. The two have a lot of history together and Hunter does a great job providing a snapshot of their past in the prologue and sharing details throughout the novel to show why it wasn’t the right time for their relationship to progress forward at that time. As they found their way back to each other in the present, I became wholly invested in Davis and Dakota as a couple and was rooting for them to find their happily ever after!

Dakota is stubborn and strong, yet vulnerable (especially with all that she has gone through). Davis steps up for her by claiming and loving her baby as if it were his own. He buys her all the baby supplies, drives her to every doctor’s appointment, downloaded an app so he can learn about her baby’s development, and essentially becomes the man she needs (*swoons*). Dakota also takes care of Davis, who grapples with PTSD as a former marine. She is methodical in helping him recover from his wounds and is always by his side to comfort him through his nightmares. I have never read about a couple more meant for each other than Davis and Dakota! They help each other get back on their feet and my heart melted the more that I read. I could not get enough and truly did not want this book to end. “Rope the Moon” is my happy place and I hope Dakota and Davis make a cameo in the next installment!

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torpublishinggroup · 2 months

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"Warning Signs Your Machines Are Trying to Kill You!" by TJ Klune

(Legally, I’m required to tell you that when smart phones first became popular, I bought one and then asked for the address of the app store because I thought it was a physical location I had to go to in order to download apps and not something already on your phone. Also, I was recently told I speak like an old person so as a warning, there will not be any slang you youths typically hear, especially on Tumblr. Any slang I’ve learned in the last five years has been against my will. I still don’t know what FOMO means, and I don’t care.)

1. Oh no! You and your family are trying to enjoy a movie night, but Overlord Prime (With Free Shipping) wants a sacrifice at the altar of their god, BeeZos. Should this happen, do not attempt to give Overlord Prime (With Free Shipping) a cantaloupe with googly-eyes on it and say that it is your baby. Overlord Prime (With Free Shipping) knows the difference between fruit and children. Instead, ask the machine to order dog food, and it will forget about eating humans for a little while.

2. If you own a very fancy vehicle that can drive itself, always make sure to carry a brick. That way, when the car locks you inside and attempts to drive you off a cliff into a gas station, you can break the window using the brick. You will then have to jump out, but make sure you do so in time so you can watch the wicked-ass explosion when the car hits the gas station, and you can revel in your victory over your car.

3. This one will hurt. I’m sorry, but it’s true. Chances are, you’re reading this on your phone right this second. To be safe, after you’ve finished reading this post and have clicked on the affiliated links to purchase my books, you should throw your phone into a volcano and then move to South Dakota where there are no machines, only wind and cows. That way, when everyone else gets the 5GZombieVirus that people on Twitter (I’m not calling it the other thing, shut up) seem to think is real, you’ll be safe with your cows on a windy day.

4. Get rid of your air fryer. Don’t ask me why, just do it. Red flags all around. Danger, danger.

5. Do you know of the Clapper? That thing first launched in the late 20th century (I wrote it that way to make me feel old) where the commercials showed cranky old people unable to reach their light switches, so they got a thing called a Clapper that turns your lights on and off when you clap? Guess what? Those will be the first things to try and kill you. If you love your gram-gram, save her from the Clapper. When she asks why you are destroying it with an ax, tell gram-gram it’s because you love her.

6. Do you live in a smart home? The kind where everything is connected to the internet, including your refrigerator? The refrigerator that holds your perishable foods? And oh, would you look at that: how many ice cubes have you kicked under it rather than picking them up when they fall to the floor? A dozen? A million? The refrigerator remembers. And it will spoil your food in seconds. What then? What are you going to eat? Canned food? Not if the refrigerator falls on top of you!

Unfortunately for you, this is where it must end. I hope this has given you enough information to help you survive the inevitable. If you do not heed my warnings, well. Who cares. I’m not in charge of you. Do whatever you want. Just don’t come complaining to me when gram-gram gets the clap.

#tor books #booklr #new books #in the lives of puppets #tj klune #tbr #sff #science fiction #team robot #unreality #long post

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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Apple Slices

him being the dadest dad ever

just a blurb based on this

"Did you know that the US is the second-largest producer of apples?" Spencer asks as he chops up the fruit, skillfully gliding the knife to cut out the seeds. He was never a big fruit eater- or an eater at all -until Dakota and Payton came along, but now he's the expert apple cutter.

"I did not know that." You admit, running your hand over his back once you put two pink plastic plates in front of him to put the apples. "Did you girls know that?" You ask the twins sitting on the opposite side of the kitchen island.

They both shake their heads, replying identically. "Nope."

His voice gets all excited as he continues talking, waving his hands around instead of holding the knife. "Yeah, they're grown in every state, too, and almost 100 varieties are sold... you know, never mind." The way he stops is sudden and he shuts down like you've seen him do in front of other people.

"What, Daddy?" Dakota asks, scrunching her nose adorable.

"I want to know." Payton agrees.

Spencer's eyes water, face softening as he melts. The girls don't notice, but you do. He feels so much love and gratitude in just a second. Finally, after so many years of people ignoring him or telling him not to talk, people want to listen to him. In fact, his favorite people want to listen to him. The family you've built together is everything he's ever wanted.

You move to wrap your arms around his waist, leaning into his chest.

He gulps down tears. "Commercially." He finishes.

"You're so smart, Daddy," Payton tells him.

"I love listening to what you say." Dakota agrees.

He still looks like he's about to cry, smiling softly. "We're so lucky." You add on to their list of compliments.

Spencer shakes his head. "I'm the lucky one."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds

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star-ocean-peahen · 4 months

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The more you think about Jason Grace's life, the more fucked up it gets.

Like, the whole "joined Camp Jupiter as a three year old" thing. We already know Camp Jupiter is fucked up because it places heavy importance on a child army, despite having plenty of demigod adults at hand, but they straight up recruited a three year old into the military. He showed up and got promptly stuck in a barrack for the rest of his childhood.

Like, why?? Why on earth would they do that instead of giving him to someone in New Rome to raise and inducting him into the legion at a respectable twelve??

And who raised him anyway?? A rotating cast of nineteen-year-old demigods?? His bunkmates in the Fifth?? If he was a young teenager I could see that, but he arrived when he was three, was he even potty-trained??? Did he just grow up being educated by bored teenagers and ghosts, watching as demigods arrived and served and retired, being told that he had to be the greatest of them all?? Did he have any other children to grow up with?? Did the legion even consider him different than the other recruits, or did he have to shovel unicorn dung when he forgot his phonics and live with the constant threat of perhaps being sewn into a bag of weasels??

I find it odd that Jason, as a demigod who grew up in a demigod's world, doesn't have his unique perspective explored more. I find it especially odd that the difference between his childhood and everyone else's is ignored. However difficult and varied everyone else's backgrounds are, they've at least attended a school. They had parents, and family, and a home, at least at one point. They had mortal toys and dwellings and communities that weren't merged inextricably with the myths. They knew where they came from. Do you think Jason, with his powerful, kingly father and impending destiny, ever felt like he didn't know who his family was?

I also find it strange that he doesn't seem to have a very wide network of friends from Camp Jupiter? He has Reyna, who he trusts and works with and depends on. He lists Hazel and Frank among his friends, but they look up to him as a role model. He mentions Bobby and Dakota familiarly, but never again. He's familiar and on good terms with basically everyone—but the only person he seems to consider as a close friend is Reyna. And that wouldn't be odd if he hadn't grown up at Camp Jupiter. He doesn't seem to have any constant companion—anyone he considers his family until he meets Leo.

Maybe he and Leo bonded so well because they both knew what it was like to grow up transiently. To have any constant in your life, and know that the day you would move on or they would move on was fast approaching. Maybe the reason he looked at Camp Half-Blood and admired how united and familial they seemed, and wished Camp Jupiter could be similar, was that he could see in them the family he wished he had.

Honestly, I feel like meeting Thalia should have left him in a lot more turmoil than it did. He grew up with no family but a god for a father, and here's a person who wanted him. Someone who always wanted him because he was Jason, and not the demigod son of Zeus. Maybe even someone to whom he mattered more than his destiny.

I really, really wish we'd gotten to see more of the contrasts between him and Percy. He is explicitly the Romans' version of the hero Percy is, except he's the hero first, and the person second. Jason did everything right! He did everything perfectly, and Percy still got where he did without being trained for it his entire childhood. He's got such a better reason to resent him than "bad vibes". They could have been foils for each other hhhhhhhrngh.

Just. This lonely, idolized, child soldier's life hurts me.

#and honestly i want to know all about his life before HOO #all the quests he went on! the friends he made! what shaped him into the person he is today!#his identity problems should run deeper than “i like the greek way but i was born a roman” and “i find it difficult to process the kind of #person my mother was"!#riordanverse #heroes of olympus #jason grace #heros of olympus

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pazzesco · 7 months

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⚞Chief Red Shirt⚟

Chief Red Shirt - Oglala Sioux

Red Shirt (Oglala Lakota: Ógle Ša in Standard Lakota Orthography) (1847–1925) was an Oglala Lakota chief, warrior and statesman.

Chief Red Shirt camped with Crazy Horse and the rest of the Oglala at the Little Big Horn. The Oglala camp was next to the Cheyenne camp near the bottom of what is now known as Last Stand Hill. Red Shirt supported Crazy Horse during the Great Sioux War of 1876-1877 and the Ghost Dance Movement of 1890, and was a Lakota delegate to Washington in 1880.

Dakota delegation to Washington, D.C., Left to right, Red Dog, Little Wound, John Bridgeman (interpreter), Red Cloud, American Horse and Red Shirt. June, 1880

Chief Red Shirt wore his hair to represent peace and war. One side of his hair was wrapped to indicate he was ready for peace, the other side was worn loose indicating his readiness for war. This was done when he traveled with Chief Red Cloud to Washington D.C.

Red Shirt surrendered with Crazy Horse in 1877. After the surrender he moved to an area that is now known as Red Shirt, SD. Red Shirt was one of the first Wild Westers with Buffalo Bill's Wild West and a supporter of the Carlisle Native Industrial School. Red Shirt became an international celebrity Wild Westing with Buffalo Bill's Wild West and his 1887 appearance in England captured the attention of Europeans and presented a progressive image of Native Americans.

Red Shirt in Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show

On March 31, 1887, Chief Red Shirt, Chief Blue Horse and Chief American Horse and their families boarded the SS State of Nebraska in New York City, leading a new journey for the Lakota people when they crossed the ocean to England on Buffalo Bill's first international to perform at the Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria and tour through Birmingham, Salford and London over a five–month period. The entourage consisted of 97 Indians, 18 buffaloes, 2 deer, 10 elk, 10 mules, 5 Texas steers, 4 donkeys, and 108 horses. Buffalo Bill treated Native American employees as equals with white cowboys. Wild Westers received good wages, transportation, housing, abundant food and gifts of clothing and cash from Buffalo Bill at the end of each season.

Photo from London - Red Shirt was lionized by the British press and his handsome features and stately bearing caused reporters to hang on his every word. Queen Victoria adored Chief Red Shirt and reportedly said after meeting him, "I know a real prince when I see him."

William F. "Buffalo Bill" Cody, Rosa Bonheur, Chief Rocky Bear, Chief Red Shirt, William "Broncho Bill" Irving, Roland Knoedler, and Benjamin Tedesco in front of Cody's Tent at the Paris Exposition Universelle - 1889

Another photo of Red Shirt - this time with Cody's company somewhere in Italy, 1890. Front row: No Neck, Rocky Bear, Black Heart, Georgie Duffy, Cody, Bessie Farrell, Annie Oakley, Red Shirt. Others in back row: Buck Taylor (fifth from right), Johnny Baker (fourth from right), Carter Couturier, advertising agent(?) (second from right), Has No Horses (far right)

Chief Red Shirt's rifle & scabbard.🔼 - Details 🔽

Chief Red Shirt was a Wild Wester for over thirty years - St. Louis World's Fair, 1904.

Chief Red Shirt (Ógle Ša) - 1847–1925

#indigenous #Sioux #native american #red shirt #Chief Red Shirt #buffalo bill #queen victoria #crazy horse #Little Big Horn #Oglala #ghost dance movement #lakota sioux #lakota #ogle sa #wild wester

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lilsedge · 5 months

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The Judgement Day’s Girl (Part 14)

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The ride to the next town was too short for Y/N’s liking. She wasn’t ready to face the Judgement Day after she stormed out of the room and ignored their messages.

Her only desire was to be a wonderful daughter. Then her mind got racing. What if she could join the Judgement Day without her father hating her? She didn’t want to be like Dominik either, Y/N kind of wanting to still go to family suppers. He’s no longer invited to them.

“Y/N we are here,” Iyo says. Y/N looks up and notices they are at the hotel. She looks around the parking lot, trying to see if there was a vehicle that the vehicle that TJD rented was there. It wasn't, but it was almost time for them to arrive.

She gets out of the vehicle and walks to the back to grab her bags. She waits for Damage Ctrl to be done before walking to the hotel entrance with them. Y/N is hoping to room with all of them, with two queen beds. Bayley will share with Y/N, while Iyo and Dakota will share.

She hopes to avoid sharing with the other four again, but they pulled Y/N out of the room when it was just her and Bayley.

Now that she was okay with her father, they would call every second day. Back to sort of normal times. They would most definitely judge Y/N for her decision, but Y/N just couldn’t call her dad deadbeat and move on like Dominik did. Her dad had been there forever and was the only one she had for a parent figure growing up.

Tears well up in Y/N’s eye as the face of disappointment from the Judgement Day flashes in her mind. Bayley pushed away her thoughts, coming back with room keys. Y/N blinks her tears away, gathering her bags, and follows the three to the elevator.

The room was big. So all the girls' items can fit in there. With three hours until the arena, the girls had time to shower. Y/N went first. By the time she got out, her phone was going off nonstop.

“Omg, who is that?” Bayley says, as Y/N walks out in just a towel.

“I don’t even know, pass me my phone,” Y/N replies. Iyo tosses the girl her phone. When she looks at it, it’s Judgement Day.

“Who is it?” Dakota pipes up, grabbing her shower things.

“JD,” Y/N says, finally looking at her messages from them. It was a group chat.

‘Are you even here Y/N,’ -Damian

‘Y/N, doll,’ -Rhea

‘Girl, tell us where you are,’ -Dom

‘Room number??’ -Finn

‘Y/N please,” -Dom

Missed call from Damian

“Holy, they’re obsessed with you,” Iyo says.

Y/N shakes her head, wondering if she should tell them her room number. She will message that she made it so they don’t have to worry, though.

‘Made it fine,’- our girl

‘That’s all you’re gonna tell us?’ -Rhea

‘Yup, see you tonight, maybe,’ -our girl

Y/N sighs. Her life felt so complicated. Y/N couldn't deny that her life was complicated. She could be with the Judgement Day in their family and have her actual family be mad at her or have her dad the man who was there for her entire life, while having the JD being really disappointed in her.

There is honestly only so much more Edge could say to his daughter before she just blows at him. There is only a certain amount of time left. The Judgement Day knows that, but Y/N doesn’t want to know. She wants everything to be normal between her and her dad, but that’s not going to happen again.

Y/N must have been in deep thought for a while because now it was time to go to the arena. Iyo had picked up Y/N’s bag and handed it to her while she was walking to the door. When they all walked out of the door, someone clearing their throat stopped them.

The girls turned around. There stood The Judgement Day. Y/N let out a loud sigh, so that both groups could hear.

“Wanna head to the arena with us, Y/N?” Dominik asks.

“Well, I was gonna go with the girls,” Y/N replies.

“Go with them,” Iyo says.

“Yeah, go, we are fine,” Dakota says quickly. It was like someone was glaring at them like that someone was going to murder them. Y/N looks at Rhea, who is staring into Dakota’s soul.

Iyo pushes Y/N towards the other four, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She walks away with the other girls as Y/N stands there in slight shock. They just left her.

“Come on, we are going to be late,” Finn says, grabbing Y/N’s hand and leading her to the elevator.

As Y/N got into the van, she became more nervous. Not at the fact that she was in the van with them, it’s the fact that her father was going to call at any time. She could already see their faces. They’d be so disappointed in her. There was also no way she could hide her phone and answer it because she was in the middle between Damian and Rhea. The two who were most persistent with saying that Edge was trying to make her life worse.

Her phone buzzed, but she didn’t check it. She just stuck her phone under her legs. Y/N knew it was her dad phoning.

“Who is it?” Damian asks.

“I don’t know,” Y/N replies.

“Well, check it,” Rhea demands.

“I’m good. It most likely wasn’t important,” Y/N shrugs.

Finn looks back in the mirror at Rhea with confusion. She was being secretive. They didn’t like this. They were going to figure it out one way or another.

Once they got to the arena, Rhea informed Y/N that she was going to be in their locker room with them. Of course, Y/N had no say in what she wanted to do because Finn grabbed her hand again. As soon as they entered the building, a crew member handed a schedule to Dominik.

“Y/N, you have a fun little match against Candice,” he says.

“Oh okay,” Y/N replies.

“And we have a match with Mami at ringside against The O.C with Mia at ringside,” Dom says.

“Let’s get ready then,” Rhea says.

They of course, dragged Y/N to their dressing room and told her she was getting ready with them. Her bag was being carried by Finn, so she couldn’t really just run to Bayley.

“Here. I found the clothes you put in your bag,” Rhea says, handing her the clothes. She pushes the younger girl into the bathroom. Y/N looks at the door, confused. Then finally realizes that they probably were going to change in the big room.

She spends a long time in the bathroom just to make sure that they were actually ready when she walked out. There was a knock on the door and a voice called out, “Y/N, you alive in there?”

“Uh, yeah,” Y/N replies, opening the door. Rhea was sitting on the stool in front of the vanity. She was doing light makeup because she didn’t really want a full face when it’s a house show. Rhea notices Y/N and gets up.

“Sit on Dom’s lap,” she demands.

“But there are other seats,” Y/N mutters, pointing to the seat next to Dominik.

“Sit on his lap. You’ve probably done it before,” she says.

Y/N doesn’t want to argue anymore, so she moves over and sits on Dominik’s lap. He places his hands on her waist, moving her around like he always used to. Once she was in the perfect spot, he wrapped his arms around her waist fully. Once Rhea was happy with where she was sitting, she grabbed the makeup she’ll need to use on Y/N.

“Look up,” Rhea says. Y/N looks up at Rhea. Her hands make their way to Dominik’s hands. She starts playing with his fingers as Rhea does her makeup.

Sitting in his lap brought back memories. She started sitting in his lap at the rip age of 10; he was 12. There were no seats left backstage at an event and Dominik didn’t want Y/N to sit on the floor. Ever since then, he always let her sit in her lap.

“Done,” Rhea says, tapping Y/N’s cheek. Damian and Finn were in awe of the three. They really wanted Y/N to be a part of their relationship, but she would probably never join. This interaction was making them wish even more.

Y/N tries to get up and look in the mirror to see what Rhea has done, but Dom won’t let her up. He just hands her his phone with the camera app facing her. Even though it was light make-up, Y/N loved it.

“Rhea, I- omg I love it,” Y/N stutters.

“I knew you would,” Rhea smiles.

Y/N hands Dom his phone back, not wanting to invade some privacy he might have on there. He takes his phone back but leaves it on her lap. Y/N finally looks over at the other two boys who were just staring at them with love.

“What?” she questions.

“Oh, nothing,” Finn replies with a smile.

“No, it’s something. What is it?” Y/N questions again.

The boys didn’t have to answer though, because there was a knock at the door. It was time for Y/N to go to the gorilla and wait for her entrance. The Judgement Day said goodbye to Y/N, while she just gave them a wave. Was she scared her father was going to call while she was away? Yes, very much so. But she couldn’t focus on that while she had a match. Even though it was only a house show, it was still important to Y/N that she made fans happy. If that’s winning a match, then she can do that.

The match went smoothly. It was on and off of who was dominating, but in the end, Y/N had won. After the match, Y/N and Candice shared a hug. There was no bad blood between them and they were very good acquaintances.

When Y/N walked back into the Judgement Day’s locker room, the atmosphere felt different. Not like they were fighting. Like they were mad and disappointed. Y/N found her phone in the middle of the table. They had it pointed up. Her dad had messaged her several times. She knows that they’re disappointed in her, so she keeps her head down.

“What’s this?” Rhea questions.

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Sorry that it has taken forever to produce this chapter. I’ve been a bit busy with school and since it took so long I’m already working on part 15 for you guys!! Have a good morning/ afternoon/ night!!

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #the judgement day #damian priest x reader #finn balor x reader #rhea ripley x reader #wwe #the judgement day’s girl

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redheadspark · 2 months

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Worth Fighting For

Summary - You seek out Druig after the near Emergence

A/N - I had a request for this for the Spring Pormpt Session, but I lost the request, either I deleted it or it got deleted on its own. I am SO SORRY that I lost it, but I remember it's for Druig and number 6 (Pulling their partner in their lap) So I wrote it and I hope that helps!

You never knew the open fields of South Dakota to be so quiet, so calm. You weren’t used to this.

The calm you were used to was filled with jungle sounds and animals constantly bellowing in the air, not to mention the running waters of the river and the soft rustling of the green foliage leaves. But now all you see was land, flat and as fast as you could see amongst rolling hills and chilly air as you stood outside the farmhouse.

Ajak’s farmhouse. You missed her.

The last time you saw her was back when you and Druig left the family, all 500 years ago. You were sad to leave her, but you also understood where Druig was coming from when it came to standing to the side and letting the humans harm one another. You always were the mutual factor between Druig and Ajak, loving both of them with all your heart and never wishing for the other to feel blindsided. But Druig was your husband, your better half, and you had to follow him and not lose him in your life. You knew deep down that Ajak was glad you left with him, she always praised your relationship and how you two complimented each other so well.

But still, you missed her terribly, and you hated Ikaris for taking her away.

Shivering a bit in your jacket, you could hear the chatter inside of the house and you turned to look at the worn-down farmhouse that had Ajax’s touches here and there. You could see she used the home for all its worth, and you had to wonder if she ever dreamt of the family being there again. It was nice that you were, but not under the right circumstances. So you walked back over to the front door, opening it to let yourself in.

Phastos and Ben were chatting with Thena, and their son Ben was watching the news that was playing the clip of a marble Tiamat poking out of the ocean, which left Makkari sitting on the bottom step of the stairs. You looked eyes at her, seeing her give you a small smile and gesture up the stairs to the second floor.

He’s taking a shower, but I think he needs you. She explained with her fingers, her soft smile showing it was true. Druig went through a lot on that beach, taking on a nasty wound from Ikaris thanks to a blast to the chest. You saw he was hurting when you two reunited on that beach amongst the waves, but things had to be done. There was no time to rest and recharge, not until now.

Thank you, ‘Kari. You signed to her, squeezing her shoulder gently as you walked past her up the stairs. Every creak under your boots was heard from each step while you were now on the second floor, the small hallway that led to two bedrooms and one bathroom. One of the bedrooms was slightly open, and you noticed the light that was shining through and had a small sense that your husband was there. Carefully and with barely any noise in your step, you poked your head in.

Druig was perched on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, and was wearing a thing shirt along with what seemed to be sweats. His leather jacket was on the back of a chair that was to the side, his wet hair plastered to his face as he was looking out the window and sitting a bit too stiff for your liking. You tiptoed your way in, closing the door gently behind you so you wouldn’t spook him or snap him out of his trance.

“How was your shower?” You asked, walking over to stand in front of him. But his eyes were still on the view through the window, making you feel a bit worried as you then noticed his hands. They were curled up a bit tight, almost in a fist at his sides while the thin shirt he was wearing was not hiding the massive bruise and wound that was on his chest.

It made you beyond sad and angry that Druig would go through something like this, the Eternal who was the Pacifist and wished for humans to simply be kind to one another. He wished to help them, to guide them into being together in peace. Druig simply loved them, and yet he was almost killed by someone who was blinded to the truth.

“Druig,” You said his name in a hum, not wishing to sound mad yourself at the pain he was going through, but it was still heard in your voice. Druig’s eyes were still in the view, yet his hands were uncurled from being fists. One of them opened up to you, almost like a flower that was ready to bloom. There was nothing that would hold you back from taking his hand.

You laced your fingers with his, feeling how cool his skin was against your palm. You were going to say something else, maybe ask him how he was feeling, but he gently tugged you towards him. Before you knew it, you were in his lap and his arms were around you to keep you close.

At first, you were shocked. But you felt it in the way he held you and tucked his head into your neck, you knew he didn’t want to talk about it. He would hold you like this in the past when he needed comfort or to simply unwind, when talking wasn’t going to help but simply having someone be right there for him. He never spoke about it or mentioned it, you figured that out on your own from being with him for so long.

This was one of those moments.

You rubbed the back of his head with your fingers, feeling his soft hair along the pads of your fingers as he was berthing you in and still not saying a word. He had days that were filled with grief or chaos, and days that were stressed or frustrating. He love holding you, whether it was when you two were entangled in bed together or simply falling asleep in each other’s arms, there was something about him being able to hold you that brought him back to a safe space.

He needed it after all he went through on that beach.

“I love you,” You said against his head as he was still holding you possessively, you feeling him hum as a sign that he was hearing you, “I love you with everything in me, okay? I’m thankful you’re here and you didn’t leave me, Druig,”

He squeezed you a bit tighter as you kissed his forehead, the pair of you simply listening to the rolling winds outside the farmhouse and letting each other heal from all that happened. You would hold him for every minute if you had to, as long as he was wishing for you to hold him and to bring him back to his old self you would.

His heart was worth fighting for.

The End

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Sturgeon Moon - August 1, 2023

Buckle up, witches - with two supermoons in store, August is gonna be a wild ride!

Sturgeon Supermoon - August 1, 2023

The Sturgeon Moon is the name given to the first full moon in August. The name comes from the plentiful numbers of sturgeon which appear around this time of year.

Sturgeons are living prehistoric relics, examples of which appear in the fossil record as far back as 200 million years ago. Today, they are endangered due to overfishing, pollution, and habitat loss, but giant sturgeons growing up to 12ft (3.65m) long were once a common sight in the Great Lakes and Lake Champlain in North America.

Other North American Indigenous names for this moon include Flying Up Moon (Cree), Corn Moon (Algonquin and Ojibwe), Harvest Moon (Dakota), Dry Moon (Catawba), Mountain Shadows Moon (Tlingit), and Black Cherries Moon (Assiniboine). European names for this moon include Haymaking Moon (Norse), Lightning Moon (English), and Grain Moon (Anglo-Saxon).

It's also interesting to note that in China, the seventh full moon of the lunar year is called the Hungry Ghost Moon, during which spirits of departed ancestors visit their relatives and homes, and trickster spirits may cause mayhem among the living if not properly appeased. Food offerings and incense are put out for ancestor spirits, families visit gravesites to offer prayers and site maintenance, and festival dances and floating lanterns celebrate the honored dead. In 2023, the Hungry Ghost Moon month will take place from August 16th to September 14th, beginning and ending on the new moons.

Blue Supermoon - August 30, 2023

Blue moons can occur when a full moon appears twice in a calendar month or four times in a season, as opposed to the usual three. August's Blue Supermoon is an example of the former, falling on the night of August 30-31 and peaking around 9:36pm EST.

This blue supermoon is especially notable, since it's the closest that our beloved satellite has been so far this year. The next time the moon will be this close to Earth again will be November 5, 2025, and we won't see another Blue Moon until August 19, 2024.

What Does It Mean For Witches?

Both blue moons and supermoons are particularly advantageous times for spellwork, especially that which involves the fulfillment of goals, desires, and wishes, or the culmination of long-term plans. It's also a great time to start new projects and set new goals for the fall and winter.

Blue moons carry your magical workings forward with a little dash of extra strength and vigor, and may provide extra clarity during divination or reflection. It's also the perfect time for spells related to second chances and abundance, drawing in that much-needed do-over or extra bit of luck or prosperity you've been needing.

What Witchy Things Can We Do?

In August, we harvest one set of crops and sow another, reaping the rewards of our previous efforts and planting the seeds of future success. Look back on the magical workings you've done so far this year - how are they working out? Have any of your spells manifested in especially notable results? Go back and add to your notes, making sure to record anything that worked particularly well.

Evaluate your progress and reflect on what you want to carry forward and what you might need to put on hold or just let go for the time being. If you're partial to divination, a reading may help to provide some additional clarity on your current status, as well as some perspective on the possibilities for the near future.

Celebrate the harvest of grain and corn with your favorite recipes or a summer picnic. This year's August moon falls on Lughnasadh, also called Lammas, and the baking of bread and corn cakes are traditional for this occasion. But don't just limit yourself to corn and wheat! Late summer fruits are also ripe and make a tasty addition to any table.

Set your intentions and your goals for the latter part of the year and start preparing for the autumn and winter. It may seem silly to prepare for the cold when the weather is still blazing hot, but it will be here before you know it. Take time for one more summer beach trip or camping excursion before the hustle and bustle of the fall sets in.

The observation of the blue moon as a magical occasion is a modern addition to witchcraft, but the lack of antiquity doesn't mean there's any shortage of metaphysical potential!

Dive into your stash of blue clothes and accessories for some color magic. (Blue is generally associated with peace, harmony, understanding, clarity, and truth.) Set out a big jug of potable water to catch the light of these double supermoons - it will be great for cleansing, protection, wish-making, and drinkable potion bases later!

All in all, August is supercharged with lunar energy and primed for magical workings, so make your spells count!

Happy Sturgeon Moon, witches! 🌕🐟

Further Reading:

Additional Lunar Calendar posts by Bree NicGarran

Sturgeon Full and Blue Moon: August 2023, The Old Farmer's Almanac.

Sturgeon Moon 2023: The Unique Supermoon Meaning of August, The Peculiar Brunette.

Blue Moon Meaning and Astonishing Spiritual Secrets in 2023, The Peculiar Brunette.

Hungry Ghost Festival, China Travel, June 20 2023.

Sturgeon, Wikipedia Article.

Lughnasadh, Wikipedia Article.

Everyday Moon Magic: Spells & Rituals for Abundant Living, Dorothy Morrison, Llewellyn Publications, 2004.

Image Credit: "Leaping Gulf Sturgeon," by Dawn Witherington

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My fav cocky fashion disaster <3

Summary: The reader pays for her family to take a vacation in Australia while she's there for Elimination Chamber. While enjoying her off time, the reader runs into Grayson who she's got a huge thing for.

"Dude, this is so cool." Your brother admires the hotel with awe. "What is this like a 5 star hotel?" He turns to you.

"Four star." You correct him with a grin. "I'd have gotten the five for everyone, but it was all booked up. So sorry your highness." You tease him.

Your brother rolls his eyes and follows you inside to get checked in. He takes his time checking out everything he passes all the way up to the check-in desk. "So are any of the people you work with staying here too?" He asks you curiously.

"Most of us are staying at the one across the way." You nod behind you back outside. "But a few of them could be here. We all travel differently. Why? You looking to get some pictures with all the girls I work with?" You tease him again.

"Whatever." Your brother groans.

You get checked in and head up to the room. Your parents took an earlier flight so they're already checked in and out and about.

"Alright, here is your room key." You hand your brother the key to his room. "Mom and Dad are right through that door." You point to the door off to the side of the room. "But you've got your own bed and bathroom in here. TV is hooked up with Australian Cable if you're interested in that." You explain. "But I assume you'll be spending most of your time down at the beach trolling for girls, right?"

"Damn right." Your brother laughs. "Come on! Let's het unpacked and head down!" He insists.

You laugh and watch your brother eagerly start unpacking to find his swim trunks and other beachwear. You're already wearing a Bikini under your short and shirt so you're all good for the beach. While you wait you send a quick text to your parents and let them know you and your bro are headed down to the beach for the afternoon.

Once your brother is ready you both head down to the beach. You run into Dakota and Bayley on the way and greet them.

"Dakota! Bayley! What's up ladies?" You walk over to the pair.

"YN! Hey!" Dakota runs over to you excitedly. "I was wondering where you were. Who's this?" She notices your brother staring at her in awe as she hugs you.

You laugh and knock your brother in the shoulder to break him out of his trance. "This is my little brother, B/N." You introduce them. "B/N, I'm sure you recognize Dakota and Bayley."

"Y-yeah." B/N nods sheepishly.

You laugh and turn back to Bayley while your brother attempts to talk with Dakota. "Sorry I'm late to the party, Bayley. I flew my parents and brother out for a vacation this week so I was busy with all that." You explain.

"Really? That was super cool of you, YN." Bayley replies. "And hey no worries, we've got plenty of time before Elimination Chamber on Saturday right?" She assures you. "Me and Dakota are headed up to grab lunch, but we'll see you tomorrow morning for that meet and greet." She adds.

You nod and turn back to your brother to collect him before he embarrasses himself in front of Dakota. "Alright, come on. Let's get down to the beach." You put a hand on his shoulder to guide him away from Dakota. "We'll catch you guys later." You wave goodbye to your friends.

"Yeah, catch you later, YN." Dakota nods as you walk off. "Oh! YN, heads up! Your favorite fashion disaster is down there right now!" She calls after you with a laugh.

You freeze for a second at Dakota's shout before continuing forward toward the beach. "Fashion disaster?" B/N replies. "Who's that?" He asks you.

"No one important." You reply.

You get down to the beach and find a nice spot to set down your stuff and soak up some sun. Your brother sets his stuff down and heads for the water to test it out while you remain on the beach. The area is choc-full of tourists from the surrounding hotels in the area. You spot a few co-workers amongst the crowd. But no one you want to talk to seems to be around.

Then you spot him. Your favorite fashion disaster, as Dakota likes to call him. Grayson Waller. You're surprised to see Waller down here at this tourist spot. You figures that he'd be down at some unknown local spot by now soaking up the sun with Austin and some hottie beach babes. But there he is, leaned up against the beach bar with a drink in his hand and another god-awful shirt covering his shoulders.

You glance toward the beach and spot your brother now mingling with a girl around his age by the water. 'He'll be fine for a few minutes.' You tell yourself as you rise to your feet and head over to the bar. You walk over to the bar nonchalantly and beckon the bartender over while trying your best to ignore Grayson and Austin both peering at you over the rims of their sunglasses.

"YN? That you?" Grayson speaks up first and you turn toward him casually.

"Hmm? Oh, hey Grayson, I didn't notice you." You lie with a sweet smile. "Hey, Austin." You nod to him as well.

Butterflies dance in your stomach as Grayson's eyes rake over your body. You normally Wrestle in paints and a crop top similar to Bayley's so this is the first time he's seeing you show so much skin.

"Damn, YN." Grayson chuckles. "You are wearing that thing like you're doing it a favor." He continues to eye you up like he's in a trance.

"This old thing?" You giggle. "Thanks. I love the shirt by the way." You compliment the zany patterned button-up he's wearing full-open.

Grayson nods and gestures to the bar. "What are you drinking?" He asks you.

"Something light, please." You turn toward the bartender for a second.

"Something light huh?" Grayson replies. "Now what's the fun in that, YN?" He teases you.

You giggle as you're handed a fruity-looking drink. "It's like 2pm." You remind him.

"And?" Grayson replies. "We're on vacation, doll. You should learn to have some more fun." He insists.

You roll your eyes playfully and stir your drink with the umbrella sitting in it. "You know I was surprised to see you down here, Grayson. I figured that you'd of whisked Austin down to some local beach for drinks and beach bimbos." You joke.

"Ah, once you've seen one beach here you've seen them all." Grayson shrugs. "Plus by the looks of you, all the hot beach babes are hanging out here." He adds with a grin.

'This could not be going any better.' You think to yourself. 'I am so finally scoring with him tonight.'

"YN! There you are!" The moment is ruined when your brother comes running up to you at full speed.

Grayson and Austin both look at the young kid, no older than 18 standing at your side now. "This your boyfriend, YN? I had no idea you liked them so young." Grayson teases you.

"Ha! No." You laugh. "This is my brother, B/N." You explain. "I actually flew my whole family out for the week for a little vacation time."

"Oh, nice." Austin comments.

Grayson nods in agreement and your brother tugs on your arm. "Right, just give a minute guys." You reluctantly dismiss yourself from Waller and Theory. "What do you want?" You confront your brother once you're away from the bar.

"Mom has been trying to call you." B/N explains and hands you your phone that you left with your stuff. "Hey, is that fashion disaster guy Dakota was talking about earlier?" He nods back over to the bar. "Grayson Waller right?"

"Yes, it is." You grit your teeth and check your phone. You read through your moms texts and glance back at Grayson and Austin now chatting. "Mom wants you back up at the hotel room." You inform your brother. "So get moving."

Your brother scoffs and shakes his head. "She said she wanted to see you too." He protests. "So lets go."

"B/N." You stare down at your brother. "I'm busy right now."

"Doing what?" B/N teases you. "Trying to flirt with ugly shirt guy? Shouldn't you be going for his friend? That guy is way more ripped." He points to the bar.

You huff out a breath and set a hand on your brothers shoulder. "Do you see that fine Australian man over there, B/N?" You ask him. "Because I sure as hell do. And I've been chasing him around for almost a year now." You explain. "So I swear on my life. The only way I am leaving this beach with anyone besides Grayson Waller is if someone is dying, B/N. Are we clear?"

"Yeah, okay." Your brother stifles a laugh. "I'll be sure to let mom know you're down at the beach trying to get laid rather than spend time with her." He snorts.

"You tell her whatever you want, little brother." You snark back at him. "I'll be having too much fun to care."

B/N scrunches his nose in disgust and walks off. You watch him collect his stuff from your spot before heading back up to the hotel. Once he's out of sight you turn and walk back over to the bar where Grayson and Austin are still hanging out.

"Right, sorry about that." You laugh and lean back on the bar. "Where were we?" You ask Waller.

"Pretty sure Grayson was undressing you with his eyes." Austin snarks with a laugh.

Grayson shoots Austin a look but you just laugh. "Just his eyes? What a shame." You grin and pick your drink back up from the bar.

"Oh?" Grayson replies. "Would you rather I be undressing you with me hands?" He asks you.

"Hands, teeth, whatever works for you, Waller." You wink at him.

Austin and Grayson share a look. You watch them whisper to one another with a cheeky grin. Once they're done whispering Grayson turns back to you.

"Austin's got some work stuff to do for the rest of the afternoon." Grayson informs you. "Why don't we take this up to my hotel room?" He asks you with a suggestive smile.

"Just the afternoon?" You continue to tease Waller with a raised brow.

Austin laughs and shakes his head. "She's going to eat you alive bro." He jokes with Waller.

"And I am perfectly okay with that." Grayson replies and grabs your arm.

"Bye, Austin. Catch you later." You laugh as Waller drags you off and wave to Theory.

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thinking about being the object of gator’s desires, and knowing it. gator travels solo to minnesota to stake out nadine for roy, and ends up in the city well past the family’s bedtime. he’s dressed low key for once. tight black tee, black leather jacket, black jeans, black combat boots. however, he does have his sheriff grade handgun hidden in the inner pocket of his jacket, on the account of having been trained to never put trust in the people around him.

gator mimics a fly on the wall as he crosses state lines. no bullet proof vest, no camo pants, no thigh holster, no large white lettering indicating “sheriff” across his shoulder blades and right pec. he wasn’t that man in minnesota. he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be that man at all sometimes..

he’s stalking the streets in his shiny black truck, scoping out the places the family would inevitably roam tomorrow. wayne’s dealership, scottie’s elementary school, the local grocery store nadine would shop at. the wheels below him grind against the salt ridden roads before he comes to a rolling stop, noticing the first parking spot large enough for his vehicle for miles. peering around, gator realizes he’s made it to downtown. a loud laugh turns his attention towards the opposite side of the street, watching as three boys shuffle out of a dimly lit bar. rosy cheeked from boos rather than the nipping wind, accompanied by the fluffy snowflakes currently falling from the night sky.

gator takes a breath, watching it leave him from the sudden temperature drop. he gets in quite easily, flashing his license to the nonchalant bouncer out front, and again begrudgingly to the hipster looking man behind a small podium. he’s quickly given a seat at the end of the bar, past the long counter and at the end of the curve, secluded and away from rambunctious laughter and awkward first dates. the establishment is narrow, deep, modern, and unlike anything he had ever seen in fargo, let alone north dakota. people of all different races, ethnicities, and appearances, bounced off the walls as they spoke and fraternized, beers and cocktails in their grasps. until he saw you..

you’re sitting in the middle of the bar, dressed in a shiny ivory slip with a lace bodice, complete with spaghetti straps that reveal the serenity of your complexion. the hem of the garment rides up the bare length of your thighs from how you’re sat on the stool, causing gator to pick at the skin of his thumb unconsciously. your matching translucent stockings inch below your knees, disappearing into a pair of glimmering, scarlet leather boots. the cherry red and warm amber lighting from above shines down onto you like a halo. roy would say it was a sign that the devil resides within you, but gator could already tell by the way you idly rub a maraschino cherry to your pillowy lips, painting them rouge as your date drowns on about something or other. he watches intently as one of two bartenders’ interrupts the one sided conversation, and gator feels his pulse race as the brightest smile takes refuge on your now sweet expression. gator half consciously orders a whisky on the rocks, eager to keep observing you.

he hasn’t seen you in years, not since high school graduation. sat on folding chairs in the middle of a scorching fargo field, dressed head to toe in table cloth quality gowns. he remembers you better than anyone. a+ student, cheerleader, sweetheart to seemingly everyone around you, but you had a wickedness about you. he had heard it from his teammates. your lips tasted like cheap vodka and cherry cola. your pussy- your doe eyed gaze squints, slicing through gator as he all but flinches, half nodding his head to the bartender in thanks before downing his whisky on the rocks in two sips. it goes down easier than the bitter recognition on your angelic features, burning down his throat like acid.

it isn’t until his second whisky arrives that the space beside him is occupied. he knows it’s you without even turning his head, recognizing your scent, hazy with familiarity. it’s just as it had been when he would pass you on the football field, flipping your cheer skirt up like an asshole much to your chagrin. your hair would flip, a pom pom held up as threateningly as you could. you smell like lily’s of the valley, sunshine. clean and serene.

“bit far from home, huh deputy?” your voice, your fucking voice. saccharine and divine, dripping with sticky honey and stained scarlet. a light shiver runs down gator’s spine, skin prickling. he doesn’t look at you. another sip.

“still’ witty as ever. even as a city girl.”

“i see you still haven’t worked on your staring problem.” that turns gator’s attention to you in record speed, eager to tell you off, maybe even scare you off, but instead the poison immediately dries upon on his chapped lips. you’re gorgeous. somehow even prettier than you had been back in high school, in fargo. he hadn’t been able to see the pink cosmetic layered against your cheekbones and the tip of your nose from where you were previously sat. or the gloss on your plump, petal soft lips. you flutter your long lashes, something you used to do for every boy on the football team except him, all-state quarter back. he was the one to watch out for. he was the best. he was a winner, and you never- “and you’re still using an entire bottle of gel on your hair every morning too, hm?” your tone was playful, but he could garner the subtext. you were making fun of him. teasing him. returning the favour after he wouldn’t give you a moments peace in high school. constantly toying with your pretty little outfits. tugging on your hair as he sat behind you in every class you shared- threatening violence against anyone who sat in his unassigned assigned seat. cornering you against a row of lockers in the hopes that he would wear you down. that you would finally say yes to him. let him take you out.

god, were you a right bitch.

“don’t speak cosmopolitan, princess.” gator’s large brown eyes flicker to the sugary pool of red at the bottom of your cocktail glass, lips curled in a mocking sneer. he watches as your eyes wander across his ensemble, wicked smile growing with every passing second.

“it’s funny. that you think you’re considered such a big man back in fargo-“

“don’t-“ gator hisses after a stinging gulp of whisky. you don’t listen. you never did. women like you were the type his father frequently reprimanded throughout gator’s childhood. never knew when to quit. never knew when to shut up and listen. never knew when to obey.

your manicured nails swirl absentmindedly along the bar as you continue, conjuring white hot fire within the gaps of his fragile mind. “all-state quarterback, dream shattered when he suffered a ‘career ending injury’. thinks he’s a big man because his daddy pays him to play cops and robbers. to keep everyone on a tight leash until he gets reined back in like the feral little dog he is.” gator could feel his grip gradually tightening around his empty glass, rage beginning to seep through his veins like ink to paper. only, your sticky lips touch the shell of his ear, and his brain goes static.

“because no one knows he’s the boy who would hide underneath the bleachers during cheer practice. cock in his grasp, hand trembling, slick with sweat and spit, like his very own pocket pussy.” gator releases a shaky gasp, eyes glazing over as your manicured nails run over the back of his skull, fuzzy grown out strands tickling your fingertips. your voice is only a hair louder than the thrum of the bass emitting from the corner of the space, just enough to get through to gator’s brain. past the blood rushing through his ears and down to his pelvis. “you were so naughty. such a little pervert.” gator can feel how hard he is, numb in the toes as you scratch the blushing skin at the back of his neck, saliva just managing to quench the sahara desert at the back of his throat. “i still remember your eyes. hooded, lustful, gone in broad daylight. you didn’t even care if anyone saw you getting yourself off to me..”

it wasn’t as if anyone was looking at them now. it was a friday night, and they were in low lighting as it was, however gator’s eyes snapped open. in a millisecond, your arm is enveloped by his large grasp, tight with an iron grip as he looks down the pointed bridge of his nose at you. you’re admittedly surprised, a sliver of intimidation even coursing through you. however, a serge of smugness peaks upon your soft expression at the shaky waver in gator’s speech. “you tell anyone that, and i’ll make sure you don’t see the light of day ever again, sugar.”

gator couldn’t help but let his gaze falter downwards as you innocently bite along the plush skin of your bottom lip, eyelashes fluttering so close to his face that he could feel the breeze against his cheekbones. “last i checked.. your daddy isn’t the sheriff of minnesota.” gator swallows back a groan at that word leaving your lips. itching for his vape before tightening his grip on your angelic figure, pulling you impossibly closer. the cool skin of his leather jacket bites into your sleeveless arms, causing goosebumps to erupt beneath the thin fabric of your dress.

“i’ll see to it myself that you get taken care of.” you were so close that you could smell the bitter whisky on his breath, unfortunately not enough to overpower the foul stench of watermelon vape juice, but nevertheless, it reminds you of a time easier than this. he was still roy tillman’s son back then. still causing a shit storm wherever he went, cleaned up by the sheriff himself before any real damage could be done. when everyone went away however, you included, he was left to his own devices. you think that’s when he convinced himself that he was a good liar. that he was a winner. “and believe me, darling. you need to be taught a lesson or two.”

you can’t help the sinister desire that courses through you, gator’s dark eye contact never wavering. your judgement is clouded, limits bending. except, the sugary saliva of your mouth only continues to pool onto your pink tongue- before landing across gator’s cheek when you spit. taunting him.

you’re over his knee in the backseat of his truck in 45 seconds flat.

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katmk36 · 2 months

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Spring - Chestnut Ridge - Second Dakota Household

Even though it was a new school for Hayes the routine seemed the same meet the principle and attend class.

His highlight of the day was meeting his until he screwed up.

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otdiaftg · 6 months

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The Raven King - Chapter Ten

Day: Monday, October 30th Time: 11:10 AM EST

"I asked you this once and you didn't really answer," Neil said. "Now can you tell me why Andrew likes you?" "Last year Andrew took a few of us out to Eden's Twilight one at a time," Renee said. "You know now why Andrew invited Matt. He invited Dan to see if she was a woman worth following on the court. He asked me because he, like you, didn't buy into this front." She gestured at her face and rested her fingertips on her cross necklace. "He wanted the truth, so I told him. Andrew found out he and I have a lot in common." Renee glanced at Neil as they stopped at a crosswalk on Perimeter Road. "The only differences between us are luck and faith." "And psychosis," Neil said. Renee smiled. "Maybe not. I am a bad person trying very hard to be a good person, but I would not be trying at all if not for the outside interventions in my life. I grew up with my mother and her string of heavy- handed boyfriends." She seemed unbothered by her words and turned a calm stare on the crosswalk as she spoke. "Maybe it is inevitable that I got into trouble myself. I started working as a lookout and runner for one of Detroit's gangs. It took me a couple years to work my way up to harder work. I did anything they asked me to and didn't care who I hurt. Fortunately for me, I was not as smart as I thought I was. When I was fifteen the police caught me, and my lawyer traded my testimony for a reduced sentence. My words got a lot of people in trouble, including my mother. My lawyer explained my home life so the court would understand my lack of positive role models. His findings sent both my mother and her then-lover to prison on assorted charges. They were beaten to death by angry members of the gang I helped put away." "I'm sorry," Neil said, when in reality he was a little jealous. Both she and Wymack lost their parents to prison violence, but no one dared attack his father. It would solve a world of problems for Neil if a few inmates could just work up enough aggression and courage. "I'm not," Renee said, jarring Neil from his thoughts. Renee started across the street but it took Neil a couple seconds before he could follow her. Renee smiled at him when he caught up. "I know I should be, but that's still something I'm working on. I know I was directly responsible for the circumstances that led to their murders, but to be honest I hated them. On top of that, without my mother's death I never would have ended up here."With my mother dead and my biological father in the wind, the courts had no choice but to release me into foster care after my year at a juvenile facility," Renee said. "I made life as difficult as I could for my foster families and jumped eight homes in two years. Stephanie Walker found out about me from one of my foster mothers at her high school reunion. She put in a request for me, pushed until it was approved, and moved me to North Dakota as soon as it was finalized. She gave me a new name, a new faith, and a new chance at life." Renee hadn't been exaggerating when she said she and Andrew were a lot alike. They had violent, unstable upbringings thanks to their mothers and spent time in both juvie and the foster system. Their paths split irrevocably after their respective adoptions. Renee let Stephanie shape her into a decent human being and atoned for her past brutality whereas Andrew murdered his mother the first chance he got. Neil finally understood why Renee wasn't afraid of Andrew.

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judgementdaysunshine · 7 months

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Tag team champions

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: A special moment is shared between you and Rhea after becoming tag team champions against Bayley and Sasha Banks

Cheers were heard throughout the arena as you and Rhea battled together in a tag team match against Sasha Banks and Bayley for the tag team championship. You and rhea have been friends since your days in NXT before you both were drafted over to WWE together since the two of you were glued to the hip becoming an amazing tag team as well as wonderful independent wrestlers, slowly as time went on, you began to grow feelings for the Australian as the bond grew from training together for matches together and separately but also the two of you spent time outside of training and matches from walks in the park, lunch and shopping, swimming, dinner at each other's homes, and even joining the other on holidays and outings with their family which warmed your heart that not only she thought so deeply of you plus that she cared so much about you and your family and she melted like honey seeing you fit right in with her family especially her little sister who soon started calling you Aunt Y/N because of how close you got with her family, you zone back as the ref raises your arm for the second time while bayley holds you in a chokehold quickly holding your arm out the ref drops it the last time throwing bayley into the ring post before tagging rhea in yelling and screaming before she tags you back in stopping when you see Becky Lynch walk to the ring yelling at sasha providing the perfect distraction for you to grab and roll her to a pin yelling in joy and emotions as rhea jumps back in the ring picking you up in her arms. You raise your titles in the air while holding hands turning with a smile before she hugs you pulling away only to hold your face and sweetly kiss you making the crowd lose their ever loving minds as you hide your face in the crook of her neck before leaving the ring hand in hand "Celebrate shall we?" you giggle at the look on her face before sharing another kiss and leaving for dinner leading to the two of you seeing each other and a month later the relationship between the two of you is announced after your big win against Charlotte Flair punching your ticket in to Wrestlemania, rhea slides in the ring lifting you in her arms with a kiss as well before grabbing a mic "Not only am I proud to be your tag team partner and very proud of you but i am also grateful that I get to be by your side through this next step for you" you smile tearfully sharing a hug before sharing a tender kiss training harder than you ever have as the months passes by and you head to wrestlemania for your match against Dakota Kai.

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td-rarepairs · 6 months

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I'd if I said this before but here are some prompts for (mostly gen 1) wlw ships, I think about a lot:

Ballet dancer Heather x Courtney who plays violin for the orchestra

Camp counselor Courtney x surfing instructor Bridgette

Mechanic Lindsay x Gwen who has a broken down motorcycle

Emma x Courtney > Academic rivals to lawyer gfs

Kisammy meeting at family counseling (their situations are very different but it could be cute I think)

Pining Matchmaker Kitty who's trying to help Carrie, get with Devin x Carrie who's just using it as an excuse to spend time with Kitty.

Lindsay who's on the beach, swooning over the cool surfer girl Bridgette.

Eva x Bridgette > gym rivals to gfs

Girl scout/camp counselor gfs > Beth x Courtney (I just hc that they were in the girl scouts.. beth prolly volunteered as a camp counselor too aop.. both would work tho.. maybe even camp counselor Courtney x girl scout leader Beth)

One sided academic rivals to gfs > Courtney x Lindsay OR

Courtney tutoring Lindsay... turned study dates

Ballerina Heather training at the gym (during busy and professional seasons) x Eva being assigned to spot her

2012 soft Grunge Zoey x 90s soft Grunge Dawn being the most popular couple on tumblr. (Dawn's soft grunge in a "the craft" type of way)

Gwen and Zoey meeting at an indie concert

wlw cowgirl Lindsay x horsegirl Beth

Katie and Courtney on the same softball team

Izzy x Staci first date where they just talk for hours but it's just lies... they find out, laugh and have a second date. (I didn't consider the ship but it would be a hilarious premise)

Dakota spoiling her gf Anne Maria

Eva x Jo as gym rivals to gfs...

Sierra obsessing (being gay) over Izzy's crazy "nature"

Emma x Julia >>> extremely homoerotic social media collab

Lauren beating Axel in hand-to-hand combat and Axel just falls madly in love with her

Nichelle asking Priya to help train her since she already won once

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astranva · 2 years

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The flirting and first kiss blurbs are amazing !!!

Please write about their first date, maybe how Chris asked her out? I bet he just asked her not expecting her to say yes but she did and had to hide his excitement

May 2015

Since her breakup with Miles back in October of 2014, Y/N was persistent on taking a break from the dating world. She was engrossed in work and nights out, and even more so with her family and friends.

If someone were to tell her that a certain Chris Evans would meddle in and disrupt her neutral feelings, she would’ve laughed; not because she thought Chris was anything but handsome and incredible, but because she was stubborn when it came to her love life decisions.

But then Chris did meddle, and suddenly butterflies were there. Suddenly flustered was all she was around him. Suddenly she was on the phone with him way past her bedtime, talking to him about her day and him about his. Nevertheless, Y/N was clear as day.

“I just-I don’t want anything right now,” she had told him.

“I understand,” Chris had replied with a smile before reaching up to softly place his hand on her arm, “And I appreciate you telling me.”

But that didn’t stop the months-long flirty conversation. Neither friend-zoned the other, and it was very obvious how interested both were in each other.

It was their first kiss that lit the spark even further.

“You’ve been craving sushi for a while,” Chris began as they sat in her apartment—a setting that was familiar to both of them as they had opted for meeting up there or at Chris’, away from the prying eyes and curious paparazzi.

“Gosh, yes,” she sighed, “I was going with Dakota just last week but something came up.”

Chris hummed, feeling nervous all of the sudden before he draped his arm around her shoulders, softly grazing her arm as they sat on her couch, “Well…”

At that, she smirked, looking at him and Chris almost gawked at how beautiful she looked, giving him a small smirk with a gaze set on him.

“What?” She asked him softly.

“There’s this diner I know,” he began, “Best sushi. Best sushi ever.”

She hummed.

“It’s just-It’s incredible.”

“Just ask me,” she giggled, placing a hand to his chest.

“Don’t take the shit, alright?” He laughed, “You make me nervous! You make me so fucking nervous!”

“I’m not even doing anything!”

“Yes, you are!” Chris argued back.

“Just ask me,” she patted his chest, “Come on, be a big boy.”

“Go on a date with me,” he said, looking at her.

“Oh yeah?”

Chris hummed, a ghost of a smile on his face, loving when she teased him, “You do want sushi, don’t you?”

“Figured I might get it myself,” she teased him, “You know, just order it.”

“Won’t be as good as that diner’s,” he said, “Besides, you and I both know you’d rather have it with me.”

“One second I’m making you nervous, the second your ego is full. You’re just so full of surprises.”

Chris tipped his head back in laughter.

She leaned forward, reaching one hand up to his shoulder, “I’ll go on a date with you.”

“So no more waiting? You’ll put me out of my misery?”

“Just because you kissed me, doesn’t mean you earned me,” she teased, trying to scoot away but only laughing when Chris wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her back against him.

“You’re going to kill me, you know that?”

With overwhelming emotions surging through him and the shock of having her in his arms, teasing him and giggling against him after agreeing to going on a date with him, Chris softly pressed his lips against hers.

“Kissing me before taking me out on a date. You’re so impatient,” she told him, smiling against his lips.

Chris nodded, “There’s no point in denying.”

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