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pbandjesse · 2 months

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I am very tired. And today was not just boring. Plus the rain. It was just a long day.

I didn't even sleep great. I fell asleep pretty easy. But woke up at 2 and had a really hard time falling back asleep. So I ended up sleeping later then planned. And went in a little late.

James left before I was up. I got up and it was still raining. I tried to dress comfy today and warm. And I do like this fleece but man did rain cut through it and stick around. Good to know for the future.

I drove to camp and still beat everyone there. I was in a weird mood. I didn't really want my breakfast and I struggled to eat. I would get into sewing my bears. I would work on those throughout the day and would eventually finish all 10 I had gotten ready. And I love how they came out.

I would get more of my lessons done. I just really don't want to write the descriptions. I just am so bored thinking about that. But I would get everything else written out best I can. And that was good. I felt like I was accomplishing stuff.

Eventually everyone else came in. And I would get some other tasks. Like going with Nick, who wasn't told the feildtrips was canceled, up to the art building. Where he helped me move some stuff around that was to heavy for me to do on my own. It was raining and very loud in that building with it's tin roof. But we chatted about tv shows he likes and about how I have actually watched movies this week which is so unusual.

I would mostly spend time at my desk. Celia would come in to feed the animals and she worked on the nature lessons some more. And it was nice to be silly with her. We have great banter. We would all learn more about tomorrow's feildtrip which I think is going to be fun. And I worked on sewing the edges down on my temperature blanket.

Once I finished that and was bored of poking around online, I offered to go clean the girls latrine from it's unwinterization. Sarah hadn't come back after a walk to the barn so I was also just looking for her.

And I did find her. And let her know I was looking for her. She apparently fell in the mud and went to Rachel's house to change. Fair. Glad she has that option.

I would sweep and spray the bathrooms and showers. And it honestly wasn't that dirty. Would be better if we vacuumed out the ceiling I think. But it's much better now.

I got back to the office and after some more lesson plans work Elizabeth said something about setting up the hacienda. And I was bored so I just went and did it myself.

The rain has slowed. And I walked up to the pool house. I had music going and spent a half hour setting everything up. It was hard work to do alone but the 90 chairs were set and I really hope that means I don't have to help out then away tomorrow. Fingers crossed.

As it got closer to 330 I decided I was bored and couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to go to target and go home.

And so that's just what I did. I checked in about tomorrow morning. And Elizabeth asked me to look out for some specific camping stuff at target. And then I was off.

I went to the target in cockeysville. And I didn't bring my headphones inside and it wasnt as enjoyable but it was still a nice stop. I got new body wash and toothpaste and a new Vaseline stick. I got cheese for dinner and kitty litter for my cat. And then went to check out.

Which took forever and the woman in front of me had a fake settlement gift card. And was an older woman, clearly getting scammed. I hope she isn't loosing money to someone.

I took moments to pay and get out of there. Speedy. And then it was time to go home.

It was raining again. So it took a half hour to get home stuff. I got home right before 5.

I struggled to park but quickly I was inside. I was happy to see my James. Even if the house smelled stuffy and weird.

James would get to work making pizza. And we would catch up and chat. And eventually I went to the studio to work on some sewing.

I found a simple pattern to emulate to make a mouse plush. So I cut a whole bunch of those and got them all sewn up over the next hour until dinner.

I would finish some ears after dinner. I wasn't in a rush. But it was really nice to get so much done.

James also made a salad. And we ate in the living room. James played some games. And we chilled.

Eventually James went to play a game with friends and I went back to sewing. And once I was done all I felt like doing, including putting eyes in, I cleaned up. I would also pull out some printing stuff for tomorrow. Realized my mats were still inky so I cleaned those good. And once I was done I went to take a shower.

I was really tired and felt weird but the shower got warm at least and I used my new body wash. Which is vanilla and amber and smells sort of like a man. But it's still nice and made my skin very soft.

And now I am in bed. And James joined me. And I am very really to sleep. I am going to go brush my teeth.

Tomorrow I have a feild trip and I'm looking forward to it. I hope it's a really nice day. I hope you all sleep well and take care of eachother. I love you all. Goodnight!!

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iread-studies · 5 months

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22.12.2023 || Well, I did the Cultural Anthropology test and I got something like a B-* (25/30 or 26,5/30, unclear). Which is fair, considering how much I studied for it. So now I have to study for 3 exams in January. Hopefully I'll be able to get good grades then & raise my final Anthropology grade with the second exam.

But today, relax! I need to do some admin work and then I'll take out my sewing machine. Hahahahahahah I can't wait.

Things to do today:

Update secondhand selling websites

Update blog 1

Update blog 2

Hindi Duolingo

Watch jeans mending tutorial

Take sewing machine and sew dress

Have lunch

Have phone call with friend

Organize plans with other friend for tomorrow.

BONUS TASKS: Repair jeans too

*I'm not using the official conversion tables because they know nothing about how the Italian grading system works and that's final. 8/10 is B to me.

#studyblr #studyinspo #studying #uniblr #collegeblr #uni student #student life #study motivation #notebook #notes #productivity #journal #journaling #to do list #diary entry #journal entry

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notetaeker · 2 years

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Summer Productivity Challenge 22-24/29 ⟡ 7.6.22 - 7.8.22

At this point my sewing machine is just a prop on my desk since I haven’t been sewing at all 😬 tomorrow is eid and I still haven’t completed the dress lol but to be fair I fasted today and that’s a pretty good accomplishment for today! I don’t really have any solid plans for tomorrow ~ except Eid prayer in the morning. Ever since one of my friends moved away, our annual meeting together during eid agenda has been broken and I never know what I’m doing on Eid anymore 🥴 [Pics: reading qur’an 💕]

#tranquilsummerbuddies #studyblr #studyspo #notes #quran #islam

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whatdoesshedotothem · 1 year

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Thursday 18.. April 1839

6 10/..

11 25/..

rainy morning and windy – fair about 9 – had A- then with Robert Norton the joiner – till F44 ½° inside and 40° outside at 7 ¾ - moving books till breakfast at 8 5/.. in about ½ hour – Mr. Horner came about 8 40/.. – then till nine and a half preparing linen for cousin and sewing up one stocking for ditto A- would be bad as ever but as I told her I would make no more inquiries and take the leas[t] possible notice – from 9 35/.. to about 10 ½ at account etc. then went down (A- came for me to see her drawing) to Mr. Horner till 10 50/.. – then gave A- her Brodie tonic 1 teaspoonful in 3 ditto of water and she lay down by me for a few minutes till 11 10/.. – then had her with me dusting and moving books till luncheon at 12 for about ¼ hour or more – she had a cup of sago with a glass of sherry in it – stood talking said I would ask her to trust but was decidedly of opinion she had better do it she says she will and we are to go to York on Saturday for the purpose of seeing Mr. Watson on the occasion she is afraid of being taken from out of my care – after luncheon had A- with me in the tower study till after 3 – she rode off to Cliff hill at 3 ½ - note from Mr. Parker this morning (the boy waiting an answer – said I would send one tonight) while in the tower study to say ‘Mr. Day will not give up his draft plan, but engages that one fair plan shall not exceed six guineas, and thinks it will not come to so much – Mr. Day quite understands that the ground is to be laid out in streets and building plots. Should you accede to Mr. Day’s terms, he would make the plan etc. next week’ – I have just written (now at 4 50/.. and A- is just come in) as follows ‘Sir – I do not attach any particular value to Mr. Days’ draft-plan I merely mentioned it, supposing it would give him less trouble to let me have this, then a fairer copy – I wish to have two plans, one to be kept at your office, and one to be kept here, both which, the one being a copy of the other, might perhaps be furnished for six guineas – if not, the matter may stand over – I am sir, etc. etc.’ I would rather pay a little more and let Mr. Harper get it done for me by sending over some of his people from York – with A- went out at 5 ½ - to Listerwick – sometime talking to Robert Mann he and William Lord walling against the road – A- having told me this morning on the 18th ultimo that she had told Booth to get locks for the Hatters street necessaries, told Robert Mann to see about them tonight – to get them put on, and give me the bill – told him I had not named it to anyone but Robert Norton, but I thought of going from home for 2 or 3 days on Saturday, and begged him to see about the meer skew bank and getting water into the paddock, and let me know about it tomorrow – then with Joseph Mann at the water wheel trenching for Pearson – then saw Pearson – told him what had passed with Turner, and that his (P-‘s brother James) was to have the field with a shed in the corner nearest the Crownest entrance gate at 20 guineas per annum – on written agreement – he paying all taxes – P- told me he understood Greenwood was going to sow the field with oats – a 2nd white crop – and the field full of wicks towed the conery – he would play up with it – then at Listerwick Edward Waddington there at the blacksmiths’ shop chimney, and Mallinson and co. at David Mann’s cottage roofing and Baldwin and co. almost finishing the blacksmiths’ shop slating – settled with Joseph Mann about righting up John Oates’s garden – walked to the back Lodge gates with Robert Mann – he intends to write to me if he thinks all not going right – thinks the colliery will soon keep itself and may pay better than one has expected – came in at 6 50/.. – A- had very soon afterwards Womersley who came to know if the schools and house were to let and in short to find out what would be asked for them – wanted for towns meetings and business – wished A- to inquire of Captain and Mrs. Sutherland – she came up to me – went down with her – advised her to have nothing to do with inquiring anything of the S-s unless W- authorized her to say what rent the town would give – he could not do that – could in fact do nothing – decided then that A- should have nothing to do with the business – W- to apply to SW. - a favour when A- asked any question of the S-s for anybody – never did it but to oblige someone by getting a quick answer to some definite proposal – dinner at 7 20/.. A- read French – Letter from Mrs. Desvoeux very satisfactory character of Gross and his wife – he thoroughly understands his business as travelling servant and is a good and active servant – she ‘understands dressmaking millinery and hair dressing pretty well and is a careful packer’ – both are ‘perfectly honest, sober, obliging and trustworthy servants’ – Letter too from Mrs. Hawkins – he inquired at the house of Mrs. Desvoeux, and both be and Mrs. Hawkins pleased with the appearance of the 2, and satisfied as to character – she says, they are very anxious to be engaged

SH:7/ML/E/23/0024

coffee – then wrote all but the first 24 lines of today till now 10 20/.. pm – Rainy morning with high wind but fair by 9am and afterwards finish day, tho’ a few drop of rain between 6 and 7 this evening, with every appearance of rain falling in the night – Walkers’ classical pronouncing dictionary came from Whitleys’ tonight my little cadeau to A- F46 ½° inside and 41 ½° outside now at 10 ¾ pm and soft (fair?) night

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darkleysgarden · 8 months

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Starry Nights

Bsd, Shirachuu

Angst

800 words

Shirase sighs.

He pulls down a small ladder from an apartment building and climbs onto the roof.

It was a difficult day at work, and now he just wanted to relax.

He collapsed onto the hard concrete and then glanced up at the night sky above him.

There were so many stars out that night.

All of them, each individual star, shined brightly in the sky. They were all their own thing, light-years away. Each star glittered with its own story.

The sky that night reminded him of that time Chuuya insisted they sew the stars together. A night they spent alone until Yuan found them and joined in.

A peaceful night. One he could not recreate.

Chuuya and Yuan were far from him, yet he still held his memories.

"Shirase!" A whisper shout sounded above his sleeping form.

He grimaced when a hand tapped against his cheek.

"Wake up!"

He groaned lightly and then opened his eyes.

Chuuya's face was right above his, a smile fixed on his lips.

"I can't sleep," Chuuya explained. "And the sky looks really cool right now. Come on."

Chuuya got up and started climbing the building they huddled next to. He jumped from a trash bin to a pipe to a window sill.

Shirase sat up and unzipped his Spiderman sleeping bag (only the best sleeping arrangements).

He stood and tried his best to copy Chuuya's parkour moves to make it to the top of the building.

The roof was rather empty aside from a couple of garden boxes and a door.

"The stars are so prominent tonight," Chuuya said, not whispering any longer.

Shirase looked at the sky to confirm what Chuuya was saying. "Yeah, they really are."

"So, why couldn't you sleep tonight?"

Chuuya sighed, "I hate the night."

Shirase nodded, unsure of what to say.

"It is not like I have some fun dreams awaiting me during sleep."

"At least you don't get nightmares." Shirase realized in that moment that Chuuya's lack of dreaming may have been lucky.

"I guess."

"I get nightmares about my life before the Sheep. Sometimes nightmares that I will lose the Sheep and have to go back to that."

"At least you remember your life before the Sheep," Chuuya mumbled sadly.

They sat in comfortable silence, staring only at the stars. Both of the boys were happy with the presence of another person.

"I hate that I don't dream. You think it's lucky, I think it makes me different."

"We are all different. You are more normal than me."

Chuuya scoffed. "Yeah, right."

"My past weighs me down," Shirase admitted. "You have no option but to go forward. Is that not a good thing?"

"It is not a good thing when I don't even know what my own parents look like," Chuuya reminded.

"Sometimes," Shirase paused. "Sometimes, you want to forget what your parents looked like."

"What if they were amazing people?"

"You can't know. So do not let it weigh you down."

Shirase smiled, nudging Chuuya with his arm.

"Hey, you've got the Sheep now. We are your family. And we are a damn good one at that! Do not take us for granted."

Chuuya hummed.

"We have your back, and you have ours. We are here, Chuuya. Whether you like it or hate it. We are here now, and you can not get rid of us!"

Chuuya laughed for a moment, only to be cut off by a startled yelp.

"What are you two doing up here in the middle of the night?" Yuan, the pink-haired girl from the Sheep that the two became close to, questioned.

"Just chilling," Shirase answered.

Yuan laughed, letting go of her grip on Chuuya.

"Well, can I chill with you?" She asked.

Shirase hummed.

She sat beside him dramatically.

"The sky is so pretty!"

"It is," Shirase agreed.

Chuuya slumped against him.

He was asleep.

"Did Chuu fall asleep right as I got here?" Yuan pouted. "No fair!"

Shirase chuckled. "We have plenty of time to hang out in the future."

"I guess...."

Shirase laid down, moving Chuuya to lay on top of him.

"For now, we should get some sleep. We're going to need it if we plan on getting food tomorrow."

"Alright," Yuan said before she laid down next to him. "I value the time I spend with you boys. Chuu had to be rude and fall asleep."

"We have plenty of time, Yuan. Let's sleep. We can hang out whenever we want. We will always be together."

Yet, now, he knew that always was a lie.

A tear trailed down his face at the memory.

He hopes that Yuan is doing okay.

And he hopes that Chuuya is safe, even if it was him that broke everyone apart.

Because Chuuya was still a part of the Sheep originally.

And the Sheep are always there for each other, through and through.

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #shirachuu #shirase #bsd shirase #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chūya #the sheep #bsd sheep #bsd fanfic

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kinetic-elaboration · 1 year

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December 10: Christmas Bazaar and Gift Shopping

Accomplished errands today! I forced myself to get up, shower, and get out to the farmer's market. There, I saw a little rabbit on a leash, eating grass and being the center of much attention. I also spent some time watching the ice skaters. Then I went down to the Christmas Bazaar, which was a more intense experience than I was expecting, honestly. I think it was just because most of the vendors were not people I recognized from other local art fairs and so on, either because they were from farther away or because I haven't really been to an art air since before Covid, other than the 2020 Christmas Bazaar, which was much smaller and basically just... an excuse to have an event and drink cider, I think? Anyway, I spent an obscene amount of time looking at rocks carved into animal shapes, and then I had a grilled cheese sandwich and a hot chocolate and listened to Christmas music and looked at decorations.

I stopped by the Scottish Store to pick up another gift. They didn't have quite what I was looking for so I got something similar. Hopefully that's fine. And from there, to get a coffee and try to do some writing/planning. I couldn't really concentrate though because I was pretty worn out, it was cold (I still don't like sitting inside...), and I haven't had it in me to think about writing for a while so I didn't have anything front and center to work through. Also there was a saga going on next to me: 2 7-year-old boys who'd gotten separated from their families and were being looked after by the cafe manager. Everyone was reunited, so it turned out fine. The boys were being pretty brave, perhaps because they were around a Calm Adult.

Finally, I went all the way up to the Food Lion to pick up a couple of grocery items, and then I went home. I thought I'd immediately crash and take a nap but I wasn't actually nap tired, I was more... sit on the couch and stare at a computer screen tired. I was going to perhaps watch a movie and sew but I lost track of time and now it's very late.

Tomorrow I have to make an apple crisp for staff breakfast on Monday and other than that I don't really NEED to do anything other than rest and make sure I have enough energy for the upcoming week. I feel like I've dropped the ball on so many things... but at the same time, I'm about to have quite a bit of time off and it's not SO unreasonable to say 'I'll do it later' to a lot of stuff.

#the year 2022 #2022: rl

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atlabeth · 3 years

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everything happens for a reason part one - zuko x fem!reader

I am not your concern

masterlist | part 2

summary: as a servant in the fire nation, you’ve learned that life is often unfair. but as you venture through a tumultuous relationship with a certain prince, you come to learn a very tricky lesson: everything happens for a reason.

a/n: im so excited about this guys you dont even know. i have so much planned and i hope you all love it as much as i do - just for reference, in this first chapter y/n is 9 and zuko is 10

wc: 2.3k

warning(s): mentions of a raid, reader and zuko both being little shits lmao

chapter title comes from not your concern by the hush sound!

Y/N sprawled out on the grass and sighed contentedly as the sun shined down on her and her mother. Today was easier than most as they had been given the day off, an occasion that was rare in the royal palace. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh scent aerating their surroundings. Her senses were blessed with a mix of sea salt and fire lilies, an ever present reminder of the two worlds she walked in.

“Y/N,” her mother chided as she glanced down at her daughter from her sewing. “You shouldn’t lay in the grass like that. You know how hard those stains are to get out; I don’t need even more work on my plate.”

“Yes, mother,” she sighed as she sat up with mock exasperation. “I just feel like I should take advantage of this! We spend all day inside, and now that we’re out here you’re worried about things like stained clothes.” Y/N pushed herself to her feet and spread her arms out as she spun in a small circle. “Life is short, and I already spend all of it sewing and healing. Don’t you think I deserve some grass stains?”

“Did you find your way into the poetry books again?” she joked. “Of course I think you should have fun, but you know how things are here. I’m just trying to keep you safe.”

She continued to twirl, the soft breeze a welcome sensation on her skin. “I know, I know, but you don’t need to worry! I can—”

“Dear, watch where you’re going!”

Her mother’s warning didn’t reach her in time, a fact that became known to Y/N as she collided into the boy in front of her. A small gasp escaped her as recognition filled her now wide eyes.

“Prince Zuko!” she exclaimed, nervous hands finding their positions as she bowed. “Please forgive me for the accident, I didn’t realize you were there.”

Y/N had never spoken to the young prince directly — she mainly shadowed her mother while she did her work around the palace or honed her healing abilities under the watchful eye of Rika, their most skilled healer — but she knew enough to understand that she was to never disrespect the royal family in any way.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a small smile, alleviating the tension that had built up in her shoulders. “I’m sorry too, I wasn’t paying attention either. I actually came here for some help.” As she straightened her back, she noticed the bundle of fabric he was holding. “Are you Kura?”

“Oh, no. That’s my mother.” She pointed behind her where her mother greeted the prince with a respectful nod and smile of her own. “Did you come to get something fixed? She’s the best seamstress in all of the Four Nations.”

“My daughter flatters me,” Kura chucked. “What is it that you require, Prince Zuko?”

“She’s right, actually.” He held up the bundle of cloth which Y/N now recognized as one of the many outfits he owned. She didn’t consider herself a jealous person, but the prince’s extensive wardrobe was an exception to that rule. She had one set uniform for her work supplied by the Fire Nation, and a threadbare set for everything else that her mother had bought for her after saving up what little copper they had to spare. Y/N didn’t mind it too much as she was able to practice her sewing whenever the seams broke, but she was sure that her handiwork made up more of the outfit than the original by now.

“I tore one of the sleeves while I was training with Azula,” Zuko expressed with a frown. “I showed it to my mother, and she said that Kura would be able to fix it. I had to go through every single servant to find you, so I really hope you can. ”

Kura set her current project down and took the cloth from the prince, examining it with the skillful eye of a seamstress before meeting his eyes with another smile. “Of course, dear. I should have it ready for you by tomorrow; my daughter will deliver it to your quarters around midday.”

“Do it well,” he demanded. “I can’t focus on my training if my clothes are falling apart.”

“Hey!” she spoke up, scowling as she crossed her arms. It was like every shred of sense Y/N had disappeared the moment he talked down to her mother. “This is our day off, so you should be thankful that my mother is taking time out of her day to do this for you. Be nicer to her.”

“Y/N!” her mother scolded, her tone frantically apologetic as she turned back to the prince. “Please, forgive my daughter. She speaks her mind far too often, she doesn’t mean any disrespect.”

“No, you’re right.” A thoughtful expression found its way onto the young boy’s features, his eyes trained on her own displeasure. “My father always talks that way to the servants and I guess it came off on me. I’m sorry. It’s not nice.”

“Apology accepted,” Y/N said reluctantly.

“Thank you for your help. I’ll make sure to tell all my friends about your work.” The young prince smiled and walked off, though not without a curious second glance at the girl who righted his wrong.

As soon as the prince was out of range, Kura began to berate her daughter. “Y/N, by now you have to understand that under no circumstances may you ever speak to a member of the royal family like that! Do you know what kind of punishment you could’ve gotten if anyone else was around to hear that?”

She sighed and settled back on the ground, plucking a blade of grass from the ground. “I know, mother, but he needs to learn manners, prince or not!”

“That’s not how it works here. Our job is to serve the royal family without question. Sometimes they say mean things, but we can’t do anything about it. Apologies are not yours to demand or accept.”

“That’s not fair,” she mumbled as she wrapped the strand of grass around her finger. “Back home I could say whatever I wanted.”

“I know, honey, I know. But we’re not at home anymore, so the rules there don’t apply. We have to follow the rules that are put in place here. Can you promise that you’ll do that for me?”

“Yes, mother.” It was a phrase that seemed to always be at the tip of her tongue now that constant apologies were littered throughout her days, usually accompanied by a sigh.

“I miss home,” The murmured sentiment was almost too soft for Kura to hear and her heart sank. Her daughter’s gaze was trained on the ground, idle fingers tapping against her legs, and she put a momentary pause to her sewing with a sigh.

“Dear, don’t you have a healing session today with Rika?”

“You know I don’t,” she grumbled. “It’s my day off, which no one seems to remember.”

“Y/N.” Kura’s voice was more firm and she now understood that it wasn’t so much a suggestion as a demand. “I think you should pay Rika a visit.”

She heaved an exasperated sigh and stood up in a far more exaggerated gesture than necessary. “Alright. I’ll see you later tonight, mother.” And as Y/N began her walk back to the palace, a sour feeling brewed in her chest.

Kura watched on, unable to prevent the fear that permeated her thoughts. They were fortunate that the young prince was generous, but along with his mother they might’ve been the only two who shared those views in the royal family. She hated having to constantly admonish her daughter — the girl was too young to constantly live in fear, especially having already been through so much — but in the Fire Nation they couldn’t afford to do anything less. A spitfire girl like her daughter was constantly treading on thin ice, and it was all she could do to keep her safe.

Kura feared the day when she wasn’t there to protect her.

After a short walk that consisted of muttering things to herself and taking her anger out on the pebbles unfortunate enough to be in her path, Y/N found herself back at the palace. She let herself into a side entrance meant only for servants and set on her way to the infirmary when she collided with someone else — an apology was already on the tip of her tongue when she recognized it was Prince Zuko once more. She truly had rotten luck.

Y/N shot quick glances around to ensure that they were alone, then lowered her voice just for extra security. “My mom says I’m not supposed to talk to you like this, but I don’t care. Just because you’re the prince doesn’t mean you can just go around bumping into people!” she whispered angrily.

“But— you were the one who bumped into me the first time!”

She could feel her face heat up from embarrassment and she crossed her arms. “Just— whatever! Do you want something or do you just like popping up in places you're not supposed to be?”

“I guess I just wanted to talk to you,” Zuko shrugged. “I’ve never really seen you around before, and you’re interesting.”

Y/N scrutinized him trying to find out if he was tricking her somehow, but after staring at him for a solid ten seconds she finally caved. “Fine,” she said, already beginning to walk. “But you’d better make it fast. I have to get to a healing session.”

He took a few quick steps to catch up to her and frowned. “I’m the prince. Technically I could order you to stop and you would have to listen.”

“Yeah, well when it’s just the two of us, you’re just another boy. I don’t have time to talk to boys for hours.”

His brows creased for a moment as he thought about it, then ultimately shrugged once more. “Okay. You said you were going to a healing session- does that mean you’re a waterbender?”

She nodded, and Zuko waited for her to explain further. He heaved a sigh, realizing that he was going to have to carry this conversation. “Well.. what’s a waterbender doing in the Fire Nation?”

She fixed him with a puzzled look. “I’m a servant. That’s why I’m here.”

“I know that,” he frowned. “But most of the servants here are from the Fire Nation, and there are hardly any around your age. I’m just trying to get to know you better.”

Y/N sighed heavily — she now knew that the child prince of the Fire Nation had zero sense of boundaries, and if she wanted to get him off her back she had to answer to his satisfaction. “My mother is a waterbender from the Northern Tribe. She left home when she was young to travel the world and help who she could with her healing, and eventually she fell in love with an earthbender. That was my father — they ended up marrying and settling down in his village where they had me a few years later. Last month, my village was raided by the Fire Nation, and my mother and I were captured after they discovered we were waterbenders. And now I’m here, being annoyed by a prince.”

Zuko frowned once more — it seemed if he continued hanging out with this girl the expression would be stuck permanently on his face — and he suddenly felt ashamed for pushing. “I’m really sorry,” he muttered. “I had no idea.”

She heaved another sigh and shook her head. “Yeah, well they probably keep a lot of the bad things they do from you. It’s easier to send raids to destroy families when your children don’t know.”

“What happened to your father?” he questioned.

Y/N’s body stiffened, and she had never been more thankful to see the infirmary door. “Save your questions for next time,” she grumbled.

Zuko’s eyes lit up, her earlier stumble going unnoticed, and a small smile found its way across his lips. “There’s gonna be a next time?”

She managed to cover up her own growing smile with an ambivalent shrug. “As long as you don’t bump into me again.” Y/N opened the door and gave him a polite parting nod before disappearing inside.

“Good afternoon, Master Rika,” she said with a small bow. “I know this is unexpected, but my mother insisted that I come here to—”

“Let me guess,” the older woman interrupted with a raised brow. “Kura got tired of you and sent you here to annoy me instead?”

Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes good-naturedly as she pushed the sleeves of her tunic up to her elbows. “When have I ever annoyed you?”

“That’s a question you don’t want me to answer,” she joked as she rummaged through the closet to get supplies. “Besides, what was that smile for? Meet a boy on your day off? A girl?”

Her eyes widened momentarily and she felt the heat rush to her cheeks intensely. “I don’t ask you about your life while we heal, you shouldn’t ask about mine!”

Zuko, who had been eavesdropping by the door in an extremely un-covert fashion, felt an even bigger smile. The girl was prickly as a cactus, but he found himself strangely drawn to her — not in spite of it, but because of it. He was so used to anyone he talked to outside of his immediate family and friends bending at the knee to fulfill his every will, and it was exhausting at times. But this girl — Y/N, as he had learned — was the complete opposite.

He started to walk away, sure that he was late for some kind of session of his own. Zuko found himself thinking of the glimpse of a smile he got, already finding himself scheming up ways to make it return.

And despite her request, he was almost certain he would try to bump into her again.

#zuko x reader #zuko x you #zuko fic #zuko #avatar the last airbender #avatar #atla #a:tla #avatar fic #atla fic #self insert #reader insert #avatar x reader #sadie writes

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poemsforparker · 2 years

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Stitches n' Patches - Part III | tasm!Peter Parker × fem!Reader

Masterlist

Part One | Part Two

Warnings: mentions of blood and violence.

(not my gif)

What the hell have I gotten myself into? You think when you hear the loud sound of your door being broken. On your couch was his mask you sewed earlier. Peter twirls in the air from where he was to reach up to it and puts it on seconds before two guys walk in. One of them you recognise as the fake officer from earlier and the other is much taller and scarier.

“Two against one? That's not fair!”. Was Peter making jokes at a moment like this? You were freaking out, still at the kitchen and out of their sight. Peter signed for you to hide under your balcony. You didn't think twice. Not even if you tried you think you could be of any help, so you do as he says.

After hearing fight sounds for several minutes, you calm yourself down when you hear Peter’s voice speak as he took his mask off, nearly out of breath “We’re clear”. When you get up you have to hold a gasp on your throat, your apartment was a mess. Besides your door that was now broken, you so beloved book shelf was now on the floor and a couple of them seemed to be stepped on. The sight itself made you want to cry.

Some of the plant vases you were so found of were also broken and your wall had marks of what looked like missed punches from a very strong person. “Fuck.” you say getting one of the books off the floor and sliding your hands through it as if it could repare the damage. “This was a gift from my grandma.” you say in a das whisper and feel hot tears slide down your cheeks.

“Shit. I’m so sorry, y/n.” he says pulling you into a hug.

“It’s not your fault, Pete. I dragged you here, I offered for you to stay and doing it I kind of took the risk too. I’m just glad at least it was my apartment to be ruined and not my face.” you laugh sadly as you part from his hug.

“We’re gonna fix this. I’m gonna fix this.”

“No need to do this now, Peter.” you comfort him. “I’m not a superhero like you but if there’s one thing I know is when they realize these man didn’t come back, more of them are going to come so I’m getting out of here and you go back you your house. This is it.”

“What? That guy saw you.” He points at the blacked out fake cop on your floor. “I can’t just let you part from me like this. At least not now, I have to know if you’re going to be okay.”

“Here’s the plan, Parker. I have to leave this place, at least for now. I’m gonna call my work and the college and I’ll work up an excuse for my absence. Stacy is in med school so hopefully she can help me find a weird unknown disease to tell everyone I have it, she’ll cover me.”

“That’s mean.”

“Maybe.” you shrug, not really caring about moral so much when your life was in the game. “While I catch my stuff to leave you put that door back for me, will you? Tools are under the kitchen sink and if you do want to make me a favor that would be a lot of help. I’ll pack my stuff, get back here, we get out, lock my very in place door thanks to you and decide the rest afterwords.”

“Where are you going?”

“There’s a friend of mine I cat sit for, she lives in Queens, kinda far from here, which is good. She’s out for the whole month and I’m supposed to just go there tomorrow but I’m sure she won’t mind, she’s already out of town. As for you we’ll exchange numbers and you can check on me whenever you want. Sounds good?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s something.” he stays silent thinking for a while. “Wait, did you just say Queens?”

“I did, why?”

. . .

The first day at your friend’s house Peter called about 5 times to check on you. His first plan was to stop by at least once a day but you agreed it would be too dangerous, so set in with the calls. You did think it was a little bit much but thought it was also cute. He was, by far, the most thoughtfull and selfless person you’ve ever met. Which is why you felt so sorry for him. All of these amazing qualities he had were also the reason he got himself and the people around him in constant trouble.

With one single day experiencing his lifestyle you felt like you were about to loose it, you coudn’t begin to imagine how was it he felt that all the time. With the days going by, you started calling him too, you felt lonely and he also didn’t feel safe enough to leave his house yet. So you talked. The minutes became hours. You got to know eachother way better.

You found out he draws, and made him promise he would invite you over to his place to see his work when things got calmer. You told him about your friends, about college, your parents. And so did he. It felt weird at first talking through the phone when you both knew you were so close to eachother, but it was for the best.

The day he told you about his parents you were talking for over three hours, you don't even know where from you got all those weird subjects, but there you were. You felt even more sorry for him. Told him when you met him again you'd give him the warmest of hugs and that you hoped it would be soon.

Peter watched as the streets seemed to get calmer, he didn't see the suspicious men he was watching the earlier days so he figured maybe it was time to get back to action. One way or the other he would have to face the world again some time, and so would you.

It killed him to say so long out of the Spiderman suit. He took the time in his home to improve some aspects in it, he found out you were not bad at chemistry yourself and you both worked out an ever better web fluid formula for him to use. Now he had stocks of those.

Just like that, exactly 17 days after the incident at your apartment occured there he was back on the streets again. Peter must have gotten lost in time because it was already late when he got back home from his night patrol.

Before he slept he decided to leave you a text, warning it all went okay and that he was safe at home. When he woke up and picked up his phone to see if you had answered, his heart skipped a beat with the messages shining on the screen.

< Pete, smeone is at the door 5:51

< I think they're trying to getb in, I'm scared 5:57

< Peter hlep bpls 6:01

3 missed calls from "Y/N ☀️"

“Shit”. he mumbled with teared eyes while he got up to put his suit back on and leave his house again. “Shit, shit, shit, oh my god, please, not again, not her.” he kept leaving out curse words and pleads that you were okay.

When he saw your texts there has been about an hour they were sent. He swung quickly to the house you were staying to see if there were any signs leading to where they took you to.

Once he got there he could see the mess on the entrance of the house, the door was on the floor and the porch had drops of blood going to the street and stopping where they probably got you into a van. It seemed worst than he thought.

He was about to take a step in when he felt a nudge on his hips, scared by the touch he odly didn't feel coming he stepped back in a ridiculous fight pose to look at whatever was it that just touched him. It was a little boy.

“Spiderman, Sir.?” the high voice of the kid said to him. Now it made sense his tingle didn't feel him coming, he was no threat whatsoever. “Are you here to help my friend?”

“ Y-your friend? Do you mean y/n? Do you do you know her?” He says hoping he could get some information. Judging by the kids look he definitely saw something. The kid nods.

“I come by sometimes to play with her and wiskers, today I came and I saw some bad guys taking her so I hid. I didn't know what to do.” He started crying and Peter was quick on calming him down, also remembering time was ticking and he needed information.

“Don't worry, look, what's your name?”

“Jack.” the kid says inhaling deeply for some air.

“Okay, okay, Jack, look, you can be helpful now, okay? Tell me what you saw, anything, anything at all will be useful for me, got it? So tell me what you saw.”

. . .

a/n: I'm a sucker for Andrew's Spiderman interacting with kids 😩. I had to put it somewhere or else I'd collapse. Next chapter will be longer because I wasn't supposed the post this one yet but my dumbass pressed the button without noticing so here it is now.

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hallowxiu · 3 years

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Mammon’s Valentine

pairing: mammon x gn!mc

word count: 2.4k

summary: You decide to get a Valentine's gift for each of the brothers, starting with Mammon.

a/n: i know this is late but i wanted to do it anyway lol also, let me know if you want any for the undateables. i’m going to write one for each brother, but was unsure for the side characters.

part one of the valentine’s day series

“Have you ever heard of Valentine’s Day?” It was an innocent question, one that had been lingering on your mind for a while. As you slowly spin around in circles on your desk chair, you wait for Mammon’s answer. The holiday was just around the corner, and you were hoping you could do something special for the boys, something to show them how much they meant to you. Of course, you wouldn’t be surprised if at least some of them knew about the holiday, but you’d like it to be a surprise. You wanted to give all of them something unique, something that you thought would fit each of their personalities. While you had plenty of ideas for some of the brothers, others, well…

“Never heard of it.”

A smile formed on your lips from the demon’s response. That’s what you were ideally hoping for; you thought he’d have the cutest reaction to being surprised. Plus, if he was unaware of the holiday, he wouldn’t be suspicious or expecting anything from you. It was perfect for the most part. However… Mammon was one of the brothers you struggled with when thinking up ideas. Not only did Mammon own just about anything he’d ever want, but he also had the money to buy whatever he wanted.

You could work with this, at least. “Say, Mammon, are you prepared for the exam tomorrow?” You decided to change the topic before he had the chance to ask you about it. “I can help you study if you want. Since it’s all about human history, I’m pretty much considered an expert at this.” You send him a cheeky wink, to which the white-haired demon finds himself blushing over.

“I’ll have ya know that I’m plenty prepared!” His cheeks puff out as his eyebrows furrowed together. “But if you’re that desperate to spend time with me, then I won’t tell ya no…”

It’s been nearly a full day since you last spent time with Mammon. The two of you have already taken your exams, and now you were left to focus on a gift you could give the demon. A few ideas have popped into your head since then, but none of them seemed good enough in your opinion. Buying him something was out of the question; anything nice that he would like you could hardly afford. And while you did want to spoil him, you just didn’t have the means to do so.

It was when you were lounging across Asmodeus’ bed, the two of you having your usual gossip session that you came up with an idea. You were scrolling through your D.D.D and landed on an ad for stuffed animals. They were cute and small, and something Mammon would probably enjoy. However, you could do one better. Why not try to make it yourself? “Hey, Asmodeus,” you glance over at the demon who’s applying makeup in front of his mirror, “do you have any thread or fabric I could use? I want to try making a stuffed animal.”

Asmodeus glances back at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. “A stuffed animal? That’s cute! However, I don’t think I have any fabric that would be good for something like that.” You frown at his words, though nod your head. You supposed you could always just go out and buy some yourself. “Oh!” Asmodeus snaps his fingers as a sudden thought comes to him. “Why don’t you ask Leviathan? He’s always making clothes for cosplay, and I know he can make plushies. I’ve even seen him make a pillow for Belphie once.”

“That’s a great idea!” You beam at the thought and hop off his bed. “Thanks, Asmo!” You place a quick kiss on his cheek before darting out of his room.

You weren’t completely hopeless when it came to the art of making plushies. You had made a panda once, and you even gave it to Mammon afterward when he seemed to like it. That being said, you were hoping that Leviathan would lend you the items you needed. However, it was always hard to tell with Leviathan depending on his mood. You’re sitting on one of his bean bags as you watch the blue-haired demon play one of his games. He had invited you in some time ago, though he told you to keep your business to yourself until he finished the current level he was on. That was… five levels ago.

“Levi?” You fiddle with your fingers as you watch the character on the screen fight a dragon. You weren’t sure if he was winning or not. “I actually dropped by to ask you a question.”

“Can it wait?” The demon asks between the sounds of buttons being smashed. “I’m trying to beat this level and talking to you distracts me. I need the utmost amount of focus to get past this level. I want to be the first one to clear this level,” he glances over at you briefly before bringing his attention back to the screen, “it shouldn’t be too much longer.” It had already been thirty minutes.

A sigh leaves you as you settle into the bag. “I just wanted to borrow some items from you so I could make you and Mammon a Valentine’s gift.” You watch with a concealed smile as Leviathan immediately freezes. While this was supposed to be a gift for Mammon, you did need ideas for Leviathan as well, and you figured that plushies would also be in the realm of things he liked. Plus, you knew this would speed things up for you. After all, you only had a few days before Valentine’s Day and you needed gifts for all the brothers. That would be no small feat.

“Y-You…” He’s looking at you with wide eyes, the controller now on the floor. You watch as the screen flashes a “GAME OVER” message. “You wanted to make me a Valentine’s gift? Someone as socially awkward as me? Me and Mammon? Sure, I understand the appeal of making a gift for someone as cool as Mammon, but me? A yucky otaku?” You stifle a laugh behind your hand.

“Yes, Leviathan. I wanted to make you a Valentine’s Day gift.” You left out the part where you’d be making everyone a Valentine’s gift; you figured he didn’t need to know that.

With a bright red face, he gets up from where he was sitting and brings you over to one of his drawers. “Everything I have to make crafts with is in here. Take whatever you want.” He has an arm covering his face before hurrying out of the room. You watch with a smile before returning to the task at hand.

“Wow,” you look up from where you’re sitting on your bedroom floor to see Asmodeus leaning on your doorframe. You were in the middle of putting together the first plush for Mammon. You were surrounded by pieces of fabric and sewing string, and you may or may not have pricked yourself a couple of times in the process. Bandaids littered your fingers and Asmodeus found himself chuckling. “You are a disaster with a needle, my love.”

“So I’m finding out.” You respond, your attention still on the plush in your hands. “But it’s coming together nicely, don’t you think? It’s definitely better than the panda I made.”

“It was very homemade.” Asmodeus agrees. “But that was the charm.”

“So I’ve heard.” You hum while working on the plush. “I figured a golden-colored cat would be good for Mammon. I know he isn’t Satan, but he also has a soft spot for cats.” You can hear Asmodeus hum in approval while he sits across from you. “This is leagues above the panda plush.” You’re looking down at the cat in approval, holding it up so you can check it out from every angle. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

Asmodeus stares at you with a quirked brow. “Darling, he’ll like anything you give him. You could gift him a rock with a bow tied around it and he’d get all red in the face while swearing up and down that it’s the nicest gift anyone’s given him.” You laugh at Asmodeus’ honesty. You weren’t sure that was quite true, but you were happy to hear it nonetheless. “I’m assuming this is for Valentine’s Day?”

“I figured you’d know about the holiday.” It didn’t come as a surprise that the Avatar of Lust knew about a human holiday centered around love. “Yes, I plan on giving a gift to each of you.” Secrets were always out the window when Asmodeus was involved. “I figured I’d get a head start with Mammon’s.”

“Smart. He’d become the next Avatar of Envy if he saw you giving a gift to anyone else before him.” Asmodeus chuckles as he gets back up. “I’ll leave you to it then. Can’t wait to see what you have in store for me.” There’s a cheeky smile on his lips and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Easy tiger.”

You nervously linger by Mammon’s bedroom door. You’d been standing outside his room for the last five minutes, unsure if you should make yourself known or not. You didn’t know why you were suddenly nervous to give him his gift; maybe he wouldn’t like it? Then again, Asmodeus was confident that Mammon would like anything you gave him. Clearing your throat, you bring up your hand to knock on his door.

Within seconds it swings open, revealing a red-faced Mammon. You tilt your head to the side, confused as to why he’s so red. “What’s up?” You asked with a small smile.

“You’re askin’ me what’s up? Shouldn’t I be askin’ you that?” Fair point. With that, you find yourself stepping around the other and walking into his room.

“I brought you something.”

“I brought ya somethin’.”

The two of you stare at each other in silence before Mammon awkwardly clears his throat. “Uh, y-you go first.” His face has become redder since you first walked in.

“Okay,” You eye him cautiously before holding out the bag in front of you. “I brought you something for Valentine’s Day. I know you don’t know much about it, but in the human realm, it’s a day where you show the people you love how much you care about them. It can be for family, friends, or partners.” There's a smile on your lips as you explain the holiday to Mammon. “I thought it would be fun, so I made you a gift!” Shyly, you hold the bag out for Mammon to take. The demon, who looks as if he might faint from the slightest bit of movement, takes the bag from you. He carefully opens it, a dopey smile blooming across his lips as he pulls out the stuffed cat. “What… what do you think?” This time it’s you who’s feeling shy.

“I love it.” He responds in a dreamy voice. “It’s goin’ right with the panda. They’ll be best friends.” A relieved laugh leaves you, and you feel as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

“That makes me happy to hear, Mammon!” You pause when remembering that the other also had something to say when you came in. “But what was it you were saying earlier?”

“O-Oh, right.” And just like that, the second eldest is fumbling with his words again, nearly dropping the bag and the plush in the process. Quickly, he puts the gift down on his shelf and dashes toward his bed. “I, uh, well-- when ya asked me about Valentine’s Day the other day, I ended up doin’ some research. I wanted to know what you were talkin’ about, and then I saw it was a holiday that ya celebrated with those closest to ya.” He’s finding it hard to speak as he grabs something, hiding it behind his back before you could see it. “And, and so I decided I should get ya somethin’ since we’re close and all.” You think he might pass out if he keeps going. “But don’t get the wrong idea! I’m only doin’ this so ya don’t feel left out and all. Ya should feel honored that The Great Mammon would even spend time on ya.”

You laugh quietly as you watch Mammon fumble around with whatever he’s holding. There’s a lightness in your chest, and you can’t help but feel happy. “You’re saying that you got me something for Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes!” Before you can process what’s happening, Mammon’s shoving something into your arms. You look down to see a box of chocolates and a small white card. “Just-- just don’t let Beel around the chocolates. The second he catches wind about it they’ll be devoured.” He’s looking at his door as he talks to you, trying to find anything else to keep his eyes on. “So… I just hope ya like it. I know it’s not much but…”

“I love it.” There’s a bright smile on your lips as you stare down at the chocolate. “And the card, did you make that yourself? It’s beautiful.” His cheeks are redder now.

“Yeah, I had some time to myself and when I researched it, I was told that Valentine’s Day gifts are better homemade. It uh, the card,” he takes a deep breath, “it says how much I cherish our friendship.” He blows air into his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowing in embarrassment.

“It’s perfect.” With this, he finally looks at you. “I really do love it. It’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Your cheeks are becoming warm and you’re sure you’re sporting a similar look to Mammon now. “If you want, do you maybe want to share the chocolates with me? And we can spend the rest of the day watching movies.”

“Just the two of us?” He’s trying not to sound too hopeful, though the look on his face is hard to miss.

“Just the two of us.”

A wide smile forms on his lips and he tugs at his jacket. “Well, I suppose if the human wants to spend their day with The Great Mammon, who am I to tell them no?”

#drabbles #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date #mammon #obey me mammon #obey me imagine #mc x mammon #mammon x mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me mammon x mc #mammon x reader #mc is gn #reader is gender neutral #mc is gender neutral

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consumeconstantly · 4 years

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Lady Cross (first aid)

Summary: Somehow, Marinette always ends up biting off more than she can chew. It started off with a kid and a nasty gash on their knee. The sudden escalation to treating the new head of Gotham’s underworld? It can only be explained by the fact that she’s catnip for trouble.

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Marinette supposed she should have expected something like this to happen eventually.

Really, she patches up a few street kids and offers a meal and some resources and suddenly she's made a name for herself in the slums of Gotham. It’s not like she’s doing anything revolutionary. Well, okay, maybe she does cheat a little bit and uses her healing powers on a few of the tougher cases that really should have been out of her realm of expertise, but she’s living near the slums of Gotham for a reason. That reason being Marinette is just a little broke and can’t really afford to send everyone she comes across to the hospital, and the people who are injured certainly can’t. It’s not like she can leave them to die. That would be heartless.

When she stopped treating scrapes and cuts for kids on the streets as she came across them and instead found her apartment balcony frequented by families who needed her help, she couldn’t just say no. And so, more and more serious wounds started coming in. Kids brought their parents and friends. The parents and friends brought... well, if the police stopped by her apartment any time soon, she’s fairly certain they’d have a field day.

But again, it’s not like she’s going to turn these people into the police when they’ve come to her for help and have a small army of people who swear up and down that they’re good people and only doing what they have to do in order to get by.

Morality comes in such a variety of shades, who was she to judge? Ladybug and Marinette have both certainly had their fair share of mistakes that they’d gladly go back in time to rectify, and her hands weren’t clean of blood either. Sure, the Miraculous Cure may have brought people back, but their deaths were still on her. And Hawkmoth? Yeah, he’s alive now, but she hammered him into the pavement after dropping him from the top of the Eiffel tower, and she’s not going to pretend that she didn’t take a bit of morbid joy in that moment.

But back to the matter at hand. Which was, the notorious Red Hood—responsible for a coup amongst Gotham’s drug dealers and responsible for taking down a man whose morality truly vanished with the wind, Black Mask himself— was currently bleeding out on her second floor balcony, smoking a cigarette and lounging against the rail like he owned the place.

“Lady Cross,” he inclined his head.

“Red Hood,” Marinette returned his greeting.

God, she really didn’t want to get involved with Red Hood. She wasn’t opposed to helping out street thugs and criminals, but Red Hood was a different league. He seemed to be a fairly decent guy, ensuring that kids weren’t dealt drugs and tried to keep them out of the circuit as much as possible. He took down plenty of worse criminals while he was at it. In fact, Marinette would go so far to say the Red Hood as one the good guys.

But the issue was, once she started treating people of a certain level, she’d be open game. And that didn’t seem very enticing to her. Not at all. Everyone knew that Red Hood had beef with the Bat Family for some reason or other, and also made enemies with almost every single rogue in Gotham, and a good number of enemies outside of it as well. Basically, Red Hood was a universal enemy of both the vigilantes and rogues. Someone she shouldn’t get involved with while she was trying to investigate the darkness surrounding Gotham whole running her online boutique and going to college at Gotham University.

Unfortunately, Tom and Sabine and her own stint as Ladybug taught her that she could never ignore someone in need. Marinette sighed and slid the mesh open, leading Red Hood to her living room. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“Real nice place you got here,” he said.

With the mask covering the whole of his face, Marinette had no facial expressions to figure out whether he was poking fun at her current living situation or not. His voice sounded genuine, but vocal emotions were easy to fake.

The apartment she was living in was not on the nice side of town. There were three bullet holes in the wall between her living room and bedroom that she just didn’t have time to patch up, some pretty nasty looking stains on the ceiling near her kitchen, and a huge, spray painted red cross on one of her walls, which was where her street name derived from. Her floor and coffee table were also in states of disarray; she hadn’t gotten the opportunity to clean up after working on two commissions and the last guest whose wounds were heavy enough to warrant several rolls of gauze, which was now half stuffed into a garbage can sitting next to rolls of fabric. Perhaps not the neatest or most sanitary situation, but she didn’t have time to clean up before every single one of her unexpected guests came in.

Look, it wasn’t her fault that she didn’t have time to fix things up real nice and neat. She’d only been living in the apartment for a month and a half, and most times, she barely spent any time in it other than to sleep, cram last minute projects for her design course, or to help heal people. Her living situation wasn’t the biggest of worries.

“Sit,” Marinette gestured to the one of the few pieces of furniture that she specifically bought for the apartment. She didn’t mind the stained, half broken, and extremely creaky couch the last owners left behind for the first week, but after she started bringing back her first… visitors, it seemed important that the couch was comfortable, sturdy, and most crucially, cleanable.

Rummaging through a cabinet, she pulled out a tattered briefcase she thrifted a while back to keep all of her medical supplies in. Not the prettiest of things, but she tried not to keep expensive looking items in her apartment because she wasn’t a fan of getting mugged. The medicine she kept was already expensive enough, she didn’t need to attract everyone’s attention by owning one of those metal containers used in hospitals. Even though most of the people who dropped by her apartment were thankful to be treated, she had a few instances where people tried to steal things from her.

“What’s the damage, doc?” Red Hood’s voice came through rather tinny through his helmet.

Marinette grimaced. The helmet must have awful air circulation. It looked like some sort of metal, and wet and metal never smelled good together. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

“Thought you were supposed to be some mystic healer who came from the far east.”

She paused and looked at the man, trying to judge whether he was racist as well as rude. “That’s rather insulting.”

Red Hood shrugged. Marinette applauded the man for showing no outward sign of pain at that, even though there was a bullet embedded in his shoulder, and shrugging had to bite. “That’s what the word on the street is, though you sound French to me. Thought I’d come and check out who’s healing Gotham’s criminals. What’re you planning?”

“Sorry to foil your plans, but I’m not planning anything other than getting my college degree and not pissing off the people I live near.” She paused, flipping the lock on the briefcase upwards. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t use me as your go to healer from now on. You’re going to bring trouble my way.”

“Trouble? Me? Perish the thought.” His hand rested comfortably on the holister of his gun, ready to shoot if the girl pulled out a weapon from the briefcase. “We’ll talk about repeat appearances after I see how you do today.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Any wounds other than the obvious?”

“Just need the bullet out, and some stitches on the gash.” His shoulder and his abdomen, respectively. The gash looked nastier than the bullet; no shrapnel, but the cut on his stomach was jagged and wide. Not a normal, sharp blade. Probably needed a good cleaning.

She grabbed the tweezers, a sterilized needle, and medical thread. “That’s fine. Now are you going to undress, or am I going to have to cut your… costume… up?”

“Getting me naked already? We haven’t even had our first date yet.”

“Very funny, little Red Riding Hood. Now hop to it. I have class at 9 tomorrow and projects to finish tonight.” Somehow, trouble always seemed to find her when she least wanted it to. Not that she wanted to have trouble find her at all, but luck was a two way street, and for all that being Ladybug granted her good luck, she attracted criminals like catnip.

“And here my informants had me thinking you were a regular Florence Nightingale.”

Marinette snorted. “They wish. I’ve got to ask who told you, because everybody should know the rules. You know, the ones where they don’t speak of my existence to their higher ups?”

“I’m not a rat,” Red Hood said, taking the top part of his outfit off. “And it’s not like you would have gone unnoticed anyways. You might be treating small timers now, but people catch on to healers pretty easy.”

“Because some gauze and sewing skills make me such a prime target.”

“No, your magic does.”

Shit. Marinette never told anyone she was using magic, and she rarely used it unless it was a dire situation. If she could patch them up using regular skills, she did.

“Yeah right, if I had magic healing powers, do you think I’d be shoving my fingers into your shoulder to get a bullet out?”

“Not a very good liar, Lady Cross. You have this deer-caught-in-the-headlights look about you.”

“Thanks for the compliment. I’m also the deer that tramples through your windshield and takes a dump on the driver’s seat.” She maneuvered the tweezers a little rougher, hoping to make Red Hood hiss in pain. He just chuckled, amused. His high pain tolerance was getting rather annoying. She had half a mind to pour hydrogen peroxide over the wound just to see if that would make him show he was in pain, but thought better of it. Even though she didn’t like the man, she also didn’t want to piss him off. Or worse, have him come back and make her fix him up again.

Threading the needle, she made quick, small stitches on his shoulder, sewing the bullet hole up, then put some petroleum jelly to speed up the healing process and reduce scarring. At least the wound was in a position that didn’t require a lot of gauze. She needed to go out and buy some more soon. She barely had enough to wrap around Red Hood’s waist.

“So, the magic,” Red Hood started. “Is it a conditional thing? Can you not use it all the time?”

“Again, I don’t have magic.” Marinette did have to use some antibacterial on the knife wound. He would need to take good care of that one to make sure it didn’t get infected.

“So a meta, then. What are you doing in Gotham? Everybody knows Batman hates metas.”

“Not a meta, either, sorry to disappoint.” She tied off the gauze, then stood to wash her hands. “Make sure to clean the stomach wound well. Hope you have your tetanus shot, otherwise you should look into getting one.”

“Surprisingly, I’m inclined to believe you on the not-a-meta thing. Back to the first thing, then. Magic. Why don’t you show me the old razzle dazzle? Do you have to say one of those weird spells like the godmother in Cinderella? Bibbity bobbity boo?”

“You’re hilarious,” Marinette dead panned.

“How’s this for magic? Bibbity bobbity boo, kindly leave. Shoo.” She followed his suggestion, made a show of jazz hands as well. “Pity I don’t use magic otherwise you’d be gone now. Anyways, it’s time for you to make your exit. It would be great if you didn't visit me again. Ever. Thanks.”

She ushered him out onto her patio, then slammed the sliding door. He saluted her before dropping off the side of the building. She could imagine the man under the helmet smirking.

Marinette ran a hand through her loose hair. “He’s going to come back, isn’t he.”

@jasonette-july-2k20

#jasonette july #first aid #jasonette #marinette dupain cheng #jason todd #gotham #original content #bamf marinette #sassy marinette #miraculous ladybug #maribat #dcu #red hood hears of a mystic healer and decides to check her out

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ca-8 · 3 years

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We'll Be There For Ya! (Warner Siblings/Reader)(Part 1)

(Stuff to know:

(Y/n)=Your name

(L/n)=Last name

(F/ca)=Favorite candy

(F/c)=Favorite color

(F/a)=Favorite animal

(F/d)=Favorite drink

(F/f)=Favorite food

(S/c)=Skin color

(N/n)=Nickname

(S/n)=State name)

“Come on, Mom!”

“(Y/n), I told you this already. Leaving them in will only cause problems for you in the future.”

(Y/n) let out a soft sigh. Her mother had her infamous ‘final-argument’ voice, which meant whatever her daughter said next, it wouldn’t change a thing. When the front door to their house was finally unlocked, she entered the house with her mouth glued shut.

She was about to rush to her room until a gentle, yet firm grip on her shoulder stopped her. “How about this?” Mom began, her tone melting into a more understanding one. “I’ll buy you whatever you want if you agree to go through the surgery.”

A smirk slowly reached (Y/n)’s lips. “Anything?” she dragged on.

“Anything that isn’t expensive.”

The teen’s shoulders slumped. Everything she had in mind had a price tag that would make her mom faint. She let her backpack slide off her shoulders and sullenly dragged it to her room.

“Hey, I’m gonna be spending a fortune on this, (Y/n). I think I’m being more than fair!”

(Y/n) didn’t necessarily hate going to the dentist. Sure, sometimes they stabbed you with those incredibly sharp tool things and you walked out of the office with bleeding gums, but other than that, it never bothered her too much. It was just a place for people to poke around in your mouth to make sure you hadn’t ruined it.

But now she had to get surgery. For teeth removal. They were going to slice her gums and rip out her teeth and then sew her up like she was some ragged doll abandoned in the back of a dirty toy store. And worst of all it was TOMORROW.

(Y/n) remembered the argument she just had with her mother. She had said her wisdom teeth didn’t even make her mouth hurt, which resulted in her being told a long and painfully descriptive story of how Mom couldn’t eat or even sleep because she kept hers in. Admittedly, she did hate the thought of feeling nothing but pain behind her lips.

But the thought of surgery was something she hated a thousand times more.

‘At least I won’t have to go to school that Monday?’ she thought, trying to distract herself as she approached the closed door to her room. Her shaking hand reached the handle. ‘And I’ll be asleep the whole time. They’ll do that, right? But what if I wake up in the middle of it? Does that ever happen? What if something goes wrong? What if-?’

Aaaaaaaannnnnddd there’s a Warner on her bed with a rose in his mouth.

Yakko spat out the flower and looked directly at (Y/n), wiggling his eyebrows (well, more like the top of his face). “HellOOOO, (Y/n)!” he cheered with a playful grin.

'...Goddamn it.'

(Y/n)’s eye twitched, and her hand slowly raised from her side. God, her room; she pointed to the candles scattering all over the walls and floor, then to the rose petals peppering the carpet, then over to the boxed (f/ca) that laid by the toon’s side, and finally to his alluring face. “...Why?" she asked, grimacing.

He bounced off the bed and jumped in her arms. “Aww, don’t tell me you forgot about our date!” he pouted.

She looked down at him with the face of a mother who was done with her child’s shit. “We never planned a date, Yakko,” she calmly said. “And shouldn’t you and your siblings be at the studio filming today?” If he was here, then surely the other two were close by. Her heart thumped against her chest; a horrified screech from her mother was bound to erupt any second now.

“Don’t worry, (N/n), the understudies’ll take care of it,” he said in a quieter voice. The fourteen-year-old dug his face in the side of her neck. “Aaaaannyway, let’s focus more on us.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. “None of you have understudies.”

Yakko looked up at her with a grin. “We do now!”

“Since when?”

“Yesterday.”

“...Yakko, kidnapping actors and tying them up in your water tower does not count as hiring understudies.”

“What if we painted them to look just like us?” a new voice butted in.

(Y/n) yelped at the sudden voice and her gaze darted to her left side.

“GOD-” she shouted, before taking a breath. “Hi, Wakko.”

Somehow, she was now holding two Warner siblings, with the younger one giving her the most innocent smile she has ever seen (so far). And if a near-heart attack wasn’t enough to satisfy him, he grabbed her face and planted a big, wet kiss on her cheek.

“Hi, (N/n),” he giggled, wrapping his arms around her neck.

She tried not to gag at the slobber that dripped down her cheek. “Look, can you two just-”

“Hey! Since when were you allowed to kiss my girlfriend on our date?” Yakko cut her off, sliding out of her arms and pulling (Y/n) away from his little brother. Wakko fell to the ground, but quickly rose and glared at him.

“Since she said you two didn’t have a date!” he argued.

The oldest Warner narrowed his eyes, approaching him. “I’ll have you know that I officially adopted today's date this morning!” With a smug grin, he pulled out a document from his pants and shoved it in Wakko’s face. “See? It’s signed. And stamped. Which means SHE’S MINE!” And he was back in her arms with a smile that could rot millions of teeth.

Wakko growled, grabbed the paper off his face, then shoved it right in his mouth. (Y/n) wished her imagination just made up that last part.

“Ah! I made copies!” Yakko quickly said. His arm stretched over to her bathroom door, and he opened it to reveal so many stacks of papers that she couldn’t see anything that even hinted there was a bathroom to begin with. “This is only a fraction of them. And I hid the rest so don’t even bother eating them!”

“W-Well, um…” Wakko stuttered, his black eyes glancing around as if her room had hidden a suitable excuse, then jumped back in her arms. "I saw her first!"

(Y/n) sighed. "Guys-"

"Well I called dibs first, and he said he was fine with it."

"That's because you never let me have the phone!"

"BOYS, PLEASE!"

The Warner Brothers finally shut up and glanced at the top of (Y/n)'s head. And sitting there cross-legged ever so elegantly was the dear Warner sister, Dot.

"Can't you see (Y/n) isn't in the mood for your shenanigans?" she said, grabbing both of them and making her way to the door. "Now how about you two go learn some manners while she and I have our date." With that, she dropped her stunned brothers in front of the doorway.

Yakko and Wakko blinked at her. "Your date?'" they echoed at the same time.

"Yep!" She reached up to the doorknob and flashed them a devious smirk. "Sorry. Girls only."

And then she slammed the door in their faces. "Honestly, calling dibs on a woman? I see they're still stuck in the nineties," she grumbled. Yet when she turned around and her eyes landed on (Y/n), she instantly changed back to her usual cute demeanor.

Just like her brothers, Dot ran up to her and jumped in her arms. "So what's it gonna be? Watching the sunset? Fancy dinner? Don't worry, I already brought my fanciest outfit!" She reached behind her back and pulled out a long dress with frills decorating the collar and a pearl necklace hanging from its top.

(Y/n)'s eye twitched again, and she gently put the youngest Warner down before stumbling toward her bed.

"Um, or is it a surprise?"

She landed face-first on her pillows and groaned loudly.

A few moments later, her bed creaked, and she felt the gentle hem of Dot's skirt land on her leg. "No offense, hon, but I imagined our first date to be less...depressing," the Warner sister said.

She lifted her head to see Dot's disappointed frown; however, something about it hinted at concern. Still, (Y/n) gave her a tiny glare. "This isn't a date, Dot. Could...could you and your brothers just please go back to the studio?"

She shoved her head back into her pillow and expected the little girl to whine endlessly about how they're "meant to be" or whatever. Or maybe one of her brothers would swoop in and try to keep her to himself. Or anything else that involved her house being on fire or something like that.

...

Alright, this is new. It's been five minutes and (Y/n) hasn't heard a peep. What on earth are they planning now?

She lifted her head, and she wasn't in her room anymore. Instead, it was a room where the walls were painted (f/c) and had shelves with (f/a) plushies. Beside her was a mug of (f/d) sitting patiently on top of a small nightstand. (Y/n) glimpsed down at her bed and saw that it was replaced with a (f/c) couch. To top it all off, she was holding a large (f/a) plushie.

"How in the…?" she mumbled.

"You were flashbacking for a while, so we figured we'd put you here in the meantime."

Her head quickly whirled to the left where Yakko, Wakko, and Dot sat on another couch

knitting.

They were actually sitting there. Quietly. Knitting something.

(Y/n) rubbed her eyes and faced the scene again to make sure it was a hundred percent real. "Who are you?" she asked.

The younger siblings handed Yakko their finished product, and he walked over to her. "Well, my name's Yakko-" he pointed to Wakko, "-this here's Wakko-" and he pointed to Dot, "and this here's Dot!" His younger siblings waved at her with playful smiles.

He stopped right in front of her and put the product over her head, and right when her arms slipped through the sleeves, she realized it was an oddly comfortable sweater.

(Y/n) stared down at the impressive patchwork when Yakko leaned into her ear. "Buuuut I also like to be called '(N/n)'s future husband'," he whispered, and before she could retort, he quickly kissed her on the cheek.

"And!" Dot jumped on her older brother's head. "I'll be your adorable therapist today." She slid off and landed right onto (Y/n)'s lap, wrapping her arms around her neck and snuggling into her chest. (Y/n) thought she saw a flash of annoyance on Yakko's face.

"So, (N/n)," he said, grabbing Dot and setting her back on the couch. "My siblings and I have noticed that you've been, uhhh-"

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow. "Down? Man, how'd you guess that?"

"Ehhh, you just seem bluer since we last saw you."

Something caught her eye and she glanced down at herself. To no one's surprise, every inch of her (s/c) skin had turned blue. The corners of her lips curled into a smile.

"Yeah," Wakko started, suddenly appearing on her lap, "it's all over your face too. Look!" He pulled out a mirror, and drawings of frowny faces and words like 'boo-hoo' and 'i'm sad pls comfort me warner siblings' were scrawled all over her reflection's face.

(Y/n) finally let out a giggle. "Alright, alright, I'll tell you what's going on, just stop with the puns!" she said.

Their faces brightened, and without a word, they pulled the couch closer and folded their hands together in sync. "We're listening," they all said.

Her smile slowly melted away as (Y/n) sat up and pulled the large plushie to her chest. "So, apparently I have to get surgery tomorrow."

That probably wasn't the most appropriate thing to mention first. Right when she finished her sentence, the Warner sibling's eyes went wide.

"YOU'RE DYING?!" Wakko cried.

(Y/n) winced. "What-"

"What is it? Craniectomy? Oesophagectomy?!" Yakko muttered, suddenly pacing around the room whilst sweating from head to toe.

"What does that even-"

"Why didn't you tell us?!" He ran up to her and firmly gripped her shoulders.

"Dude, calm-"

"Oh, why?" (Y/n) gasped sharply when Dot landed on her lap and almost crushed her pelvis. As the teen whimpered in pain, the little girl posed dramatically on her lap, holding out her prized tissue. "Why couldn't it have been me? I mean I already had a terrible life-threatening disease so I don't really want another one, but that doesn't mean (N/n) should get one!"

"Dot, could you-mmph!" White gloves harshly squished her face. Tears streamed down the young lady's face, and (Y/n) honestly couldn't tell if they were exaggerated or not.

"I know it's sudden, but you have to know that I-" she hiccuped, "-I love you!"

(Y/n) blinked at her. 'Huh, those acting classes really are paying off.'

All at once, Yakko, Wakko, and Dot flung onto (Y/n) and cried so loudly, her ears were ringing once she got them to stop. She closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath.

"GUYS!" she shouted. Miraculously, they froze, looking up at her with their sadness completely replaced with confusion.

"Do you mind? We're trying to mourn your soon-to-be death, (N/n)," Yakko said.

(Y/n)'s eye twitched for the billionth time. "I'm not dying," she stated. "And the surgery's to get my wisdom teeth out."

The siblings exchanged glances, then without warning, Wakko dove straight into her mouth.

"MMHWWRRHHHPHH!!" (Y/n) exclaimed. After an infinite moment of terrible discomfort, he finally pulled out, his black fur drenched with saliva.

"I don't understand," he said, "Your teeth look fine to me."

Slowly, she took the string of fuzz from her tongue and shuddered. She'll be tasting nothing but fur (and…. 'Why does he taste like chicken?') for the rest of the afternoon. "It's…" she started, taking another, quicker breath. "It's because they're going to cause problems in the future, at least that's what my Mom says."

(Y/n) glanced at the plushie and back at her friends. "I'm not really...fond of surgery."

"I mean you'd be pretty weird if you did," Yakko commented. His siblings shushed him, and they all went back to intensely staring at her.

"It's just… I'm scared." Their expressions softened. "I'm scared that something will go wrong and I'll get hurt and...well, that's basically it."

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot exchanged glances again, and they suddenly rushed to the corner of the room in a group huddle. (Y/n) could hear them whispering and muttering, but couldn't make out what they were saying.

Oh.

Oh no.

They were planning. (Y/n) had to do something. "Um, guys-"

They all spun around and gazed at her like they were trying to take a peek at her soul. "Sooooo," Yakko started, "you're saying that if someone you absolutely, one hundred percent, no-doubt-about-it trusted did your surgery, you'd be okay?"

Her eyes widened. "Uh, I mean, if they're qualified, I guess?" she said.

They formed their little huddle again and faced her a moment later. But instead of asking another absurd question, they held carefree smiles while casually making their way toward the door.

"Wait, where're you guys going?" (Y/n) asked, standing up.

"Back to the studio," Yakko answered.

"Oh," she said, cocking her head. "Really?"

Dot turned back to her. "Aww, she misses us already!" She jumped in her arms and planted a long kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry, (N/n), we'll be back tomorrow."

#animaniacs #yakko wakko and dot #fanfics #light fluff

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audreyimagines · 3 years

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hello hello! this one came to me in the middle of the night and i simply HAD to request it-

so hear me out, teacher Reader. this happens before all the major everything when the members of the server were all little kids (except for like Philza since he’s Wilbur, Tubbo and Tommy’s dad (it’s not canon that Technoblade is Philza’s son so if you want to make him Philza’s son for this headcannon you can :D) and Reader was a traveling teacher who would stay in their client’s house for awhile and take care of/teach the children different subjects before going to the next client and then eventually returning (in a sort of cycle).

like Reader could’ve been the one to teach Technoblade about anarchy, Wilbur the guitar, Tommy sewing (i think i saw a headcannon somewhere that Tommy can sew/sew good enough to mend clothing and i adored it), and Tubbo the basics of potion brewing and gardening/taking care of animals (especially bees).

and maybe Dream invites Reader to the SMP (as after Reader’s teacher days they’ve started doing research into magic other than potion brewing and refined the art of enchantments) and just some fluffy reunions with Tommy, Wilbur, Technoblade and Tubbo after they see Reader on the SMP (and if it’s not too many characters maybe even Philza catching up with Reader in person (they’d probably exchange letters)

this is my first request with specific characters and i think that’s funny-

anyways take your time, have fun and have a lovely day ✨

teachers & tattletales

pairing - SBI FAMILY <333 x gn! reader

notes - this is so cute thank u for requesting!! SO LONG i apologize

word count - 986

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it felt like so long ago.

you’d started your position as teacher for philza’s children long ago, before any of these wars and traumatic events.

four little brats running around...what a handful.

techno was the oldest, and thankfully he acted like it. you’d have many a night teaching him how to hold his little rubber sword and hit things. it was so only fair after all, the boy whizzed ahead in all of his studies. any book you gave him was read and analyzed in a day. when he got older, sometimes he’d sit on the roof with you, and ask questions about life and get advice. you’d scowled at the idea of heights, but the pink haired boy convinced you, and he easily became like a little brother. eventually, he even helped to take care of the others with you, though you still put him in his place.

wilbur was next, and oh lord was he a lot. the kid was smart, sure, but more street smart. you’d leave the room for them to take a written test and peek back in to see wilbur trading with the others for answers. that resulted in a whole conversation with phil, allowance was lowered and wilbur was furious. you could remember his little scowl so clearly. thank god the boy could be distracted by music. the second you figured it out, you were giving him little guitars and things to drum on. he was cunning too, always talking back and weaseling out of things. most of your attention went towards him.

tommy was loud. very very loud. he’d been the one phil warned you about, but he felt like the easier to you. the boy could stick to a task if you made clear it was important, and all work was done on time. he also loved to sew, and one time you helped tommy make a pillow for phil. all three of you cried. the only time he was unmanageable was when he was with tubbo, but that was expected.

speaking of tubbo, he was actually high maintenance. very polite, very sweet, but god what a head in the clouds. he never got stuff done on time, and you ere constant on his ass. he just didn’t seem to have enough motivation, unless it was gardening. the kid grew like seventeen kinds of veggies, and sometimes you’d eat them for lunch. when you weren’t scolding him and tommy, or having to do makeup work with him, he could be the easiest. those two situations were very common, however.

when you received a letter from dream, after taking years to yourself to practice witchcraft on your own, you were ecstatic.

it read,

dear y/n,

i understand you don’t really know who i am anymore. but i’m in prison, and trying to right some wrongs. if you could come to these coordinates, i think you’d be happy to see the boys you used to teach.

sincerely, dream

of course you set off instantly, reaching phil’s house in a few days. it was just as cold as you remembered, and you pulled your cloak closer to you as you opened the door.

“hello?” phil’s face melted from confusion to recognition and then joy as you hugged him. he pulled you in instantly, sitting down to make you tea and talk all about the years you’d missed.

“do you think i could see the boys?” you asked around the rim of your cup. phil shot up.

“oh my god i’m hogging you, of course!”

first stop was techno’s. the man just stared at you for a minute, taking you in. when he eventually hugged you, it was gentle, like he was afraid he’d break you. you swore you heard him sniffle, but techno denied it for years.

wilbur was next, and he was the same cocky bastard he’d been as a little kid, but taller. he was negotiating something with quackity when he saw you in the distance. wilbur mumbled something quickly to big q and then was bounding to you in an instant.

“long time no see.” he extended a hand.

“wilbur,” you mumbled happily, and the boy scooped you up in a hug. you could almost swear he said “so much longer than thirteen years,” but decided not to press it. instead you focused on the beanie boy in your arms.

phil warned you tommy might be a bit off, though he didn’t explain why. you didn’t ask, it was their own lives. tommy would tell you if he wished. when you reached his house and knocked, the boy who answered looked battered. it broke your heart.

“tommy!” you said. he shrunk back.

“don’t,” his voice was shaky, “don’t mock them.”

“what? tommy it’s- it’s me?”

you held your arms out and gently hugged him. it took a few minutes, but before long tommy was sunk into your embrace, sobbing.

tubbo was a bit less emotional, with you arriving at the giant mansion and just staring. holy.

an enderboy??? half ender??? whatever. someone answered the door, and blinked politely at you.

“can i help you?”

“oh, i’m sorry. i thought this was tubbo’s house.”

the mans face lit up.

“tubbo! someone’s here for you!”

before long the brunette rounded the corner, leading a small pink haired child by the hand. the kid fell, and tubbo scooped him into his arms. his gaze flipped you to you, and his mouth dropped wide open.

“TEACHER!” he was running at you now, quickly handing off the child to the enderman before tackling you with a laugh. once you got up, tubbo took you on a tour around the beautiful gardens he had. it made your heart swell.

after being invited to stay over by his now-introduced husband and child, you made plans with the rest of the family to see them tomorrow, and drifted to sleep, perfectly content.

#sbi fanart #sbi au #sbi family dynamic #mcyt x you #dsmp canon #dsmp imagine #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!techno #c!wilbur #c!philza

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 2 years

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Old Bones Aflame (Part 28)

Azula didn’t think that she would be happy to return to the jungle. It welcomes her with a pungent and sweet aroma, a cocktail of fruits; mango, pineapple, and banana among other things. The swishing palm fronds sing their greetings. Their shade offers respite from a throbbing heat. And beneath the shifting leaves tiger-monkeys lounge and hippo-cows bath in nearby waterholes.

She inhales and closes her eyes. The wind flutters her lashes as it spills over her face. She hadn't realized how stuffy the city air was until inhaling the breath of the jungle. She opens her eyes once more to see Hama flashing a little grin.

“You’ve grown fond of the jungle haven’t you, princess?”

Azula shrugs, “perhaps a little.”

“A little? I think that you like it better out here.”

“It’s quieter.” There are less people to speculate about her and make assumptions. Less people to stare at her hand and fuss over her. "It smells better here."

Hama chuckles. "Well you just let me know when you're ready to admit that you prefer this to your fancy palace."

She follows the woman up those damp and rickety steps. A family clickety-clack beckons them inside where the herb pouches swish in the drafts.

It seems warm now, pleasant. The scents of rosemary, lavender, and clove are soothing in a way that the opulent spa soaps are not.

Hama wanders over to the window sill and checks up on her luscious collection of succulents. She clicks her tongue in approval before moving to spread new blankets over the cot. "Kohan and Quin-Shaw should be here with a sex nd cot tomorrow."

Azula runs her fingers over the blankets. "You're still going to teach me to sew, yes?"

"Indeed I am. I've got lots of skills I plan on teaching you."

.oOo.

Azula nudges her shoes to the side and gazes at the vivid orange-pink horizon. The clouds, what she can see of them, hang low.

Hama sits upon her porch, spectating from what she does to be a safe, fire free distance.

With her chi points freshly relaxed and her mind filled with a trip's length worth of Hama explaining her favorite waterbending techniques, the fire seems to spring to her fingertips more readily. There is still some hesitancy, a resistance before a blaze forms at the end of her left wrist.

When it finally does come, Azula shapes it, at first, into a hand again. It is a test of control–if she can create five distinct fingers of fire them she can mold the fire into something more useful. Not that clamping a firey hand around someone's hand wouldn't be a brutal touch. But she needs something with some range.

She looks back at Hama, perhaps she should have the woman standby should things go unexpectedly. Azula wells more energy towards her left arm and the fire extends. She lengthens it until she has something akin to a whip. She gives it a good crack showering the sku around with smoke and spark.

She musters up a small smile and re-shapes the fire a second time, into a shapeless blaze. And she releases it as a respectable fireball.

A generous sense of confidence washes over her as Hama's wave washes over the lightly singed canopy. "Careful with that fire!" The woman complains.

"I was able to do it, Hama."

"Yes. And I imagine that the whole jungle does too."

Azula rolls her eyes. "It wasn't that uncontrolled."

.oOo.

It is decently dark now, the last of the sun's rays disappear to give the moon space. Hama re-emerges from the house with a fair sized box.

"I have a surprise for you."

"It's my hand isn't it?" She asks as a cloud of fireflies zip past. One or two break off from the rest of the swam and fin themselves places amod the palm fronds.

"Just open it."

"I know that this is my hand, Hama." She opens the box anyways. There is indeed a hand there but it isn't a human hand. Neither is it a dead hand. No, it is a tiny reptilian hand that reaches aimlessly at the air.

Hama chuckles again. "Your hand still has to decompose. I found this critter in the garden while harvesting some strawberries. I thought that you would like it."

Azula lifts the hummingbird-lizard out of the box.

"You like dragons, yes?"

"This is the smallest dragon I've ever seen."

"Let me know when you find actual dragons." Hama shrugs.

Azula strokes the little creature's head. "I can't say that I've ever had a pet before. What do I feed it?"

Hama pulls out a slip of parchment. "I wrote care instructions down right here." The old woman certainly has plans to keep her busy.

"I have something else. A little treat." She holds out a jar full of deep red jelly.

Azula takes it, with some effort pops the lid, and gives it a sniff. Raspberry and strawberry tickles her nose almost overwhelmingly.

"I just made it today, you ever have jelly made from freshly harvested strawberries?"

Azula shakes her head.

"It tastes lovely on bread and pancakes." She offers her a slice of bread.

For some time they silently snack upon bread and jelly, watching plumes of fireflies blink about, seeming to weave in and out of the stars above. Azula swallows one more bite before inquiring, "do you want to hear some Fire Nation stories?"

"I would like that." Hama replies. And between bites, Azula tells the old woman her favorite variation of Love Amongst The Dragons.

When she is through, she leans back and looks up at the glimmering sky and drinks in the fresh jungle aromas. They are almost enough to lull her to sleep and they might have if not for the pestering night dwelling beetles flitting about and making their little electrical hums.

She has grown quite fond of the crickets and the toad+squirrels and the touch of magic that they bring to the night.

They don't talk for the rest of the night, they don't really need to. To mutually relish in the night melodies, she thinks, may well be a bond of its own kind.

She finds herself afraid that it won’t last. The entirety of Honoki knows who she is. It is only a matter of time before the capital learns of her whereabouts and Zuzu comes storming in, hands blazing.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Hama #Found Family #Fanfiction

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I love you (not) - Chapter 9

Tackling two prompts of @marichatmay again ('take a break' and 'cuddles'), it's probably not going to help much with catching up on the schedule but it's okay.

We are now a little over a third into the story, and... Are those real feelings that are emerging in the fake relationship? Perhaps... Still quite a bit of oblivious dumbassery to go, though, else it wouldn't be fun :D Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 9: In which Marinette gets mixed up in her checklist

"I'm sure I'm missing something…" Marinette mumbled as she read through her extensive to-do list of the day, tapping her pencil against her chin.

School

HomeworkFrench: Dissertation Maths: exercises 5,9,12 p.132 Science: Lab report English: Act III, scene 1 Hamlet History: revision test Extra last minute?

ALYA’S BIRTHDAY PREP: coordinate surprise party + finish gift

Kitty section: costume prototype for single 2

Art project: finish dress

Picnic Alya, Nino, Adrien

“I swear there was a seventh thing I needed to do today.” She squinted, scanning her surroundings in the hopes that it would jog her memory. There was so much going on these days that things kept piling up, but today she was determined to catch up with everything. She didn’t have much of a choice, anyway; most of the items on her list had a set deadline, and it was coming at her faster than she liked. She preferred not to get hit by the truck head on.

Her eyes landed on Chat Noir’s blanket, which she’d draped over the back of her chaise after he’d left on the night of his birthday, over a week before.

“Right! Chat Noir - Ask Chat Noir to take a break, ” she mumbled, scribbling down the last point, before setting the list down next to her computer keyboard. She'd abandoned the idea of full on breaking up with him given how their relationship was dragging on; a break seemed softer to ask for first, and it could easily be followed up by a breakup.

It was going to be a long day, but with a bit of rigour, and thanks to her early start, it would all work out.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much for one day, Marinette?” Tikki peeked over her shoulder, letting out a small yawn.

“Well, maybe for a normal girl, but not for Ladybug.” She yawned reflexively, and her kwami shot her a pointed look. “I know, I know. I have to power through, though - it’s not my fault I got sidetracked so much these past few days. I honestly wonder what Hawkmoth does as a living, the man has too much time on his hands.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to get a tiny bit more sleep? To help with your productivity?” Her Kwami asked, looking slightly worriedly at the bags beneath her eyes.

“It’s 6am, Tikki, not the crack of dawn. I’ll have to be up by the time I fall back asleep again.” She waved her concern away. “I’ll just let the stress adrenaline work its magic. It’s going to be fine, don’t worry.” Tikki pouted doubtfully. “Now, would you mind reading me the Hamlet scene while I finish sewing up my project?”

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This is a disaster , Marinette thought as the formulae she read on the page danced in front of her eyes. It didn’t matter how many times she went through them, they just didn’t compute.

She looked at the time: 6:45pm. She had fifteen minutes before her picnic, and she had to finish her maths homework, her dissertation, her History revision, the Kitty section prototype, and send out individual messages to remind everybody of their tasks for Alya’s birthday so it wasn’t too short notice for the weekend.

She tried to ignore the palpitations of her heart; maybe she’d overdone it on the coffee during the day. It wasn’t like she had a choice, anyway.

She’d discovered as she'd walked into class that she had a class president meeting with Mr. Damocles over her lunch break, which had been when she’d planned to squeeze in some of her work.

Then, while she’d been packing her bag at the end of her classes, ready to leave, an Akuma had emerged. It had been a tricky one, too; Chat and her had spent about an hour chasing it around Paris before finally catching it.

Adding to that the fact that her 6am rising had left her exhausted by the second period of the day, she really hadn’t been the most efficient anyway.

“I think you know what you need to do, Marinette,” Tikki said apologetically, as if reading her mind, floating up to her with her phone in her flippers. Alya’s number was already dialled on the screen.

Marinette sighed and took the phone from her, pressing the green button before lodging it between her shoulder and her ear.

“Hey girl!” Alya’s excited voice sounded on the other end of the line. “Nearly ready to go? We really picked the right night for a picnic; the weather’s super nice.”

“About that…” Marinette winced. “I’m so sorry, I won’t be able to make it.”

“You’re kidding, right? You ’re passing up on an opportunity to have a picnic with Adrien? Are you ill?” Alya said after a small beat.

“Trust me, I surprised myself.” Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose. “I just feel like I have a bit too much on my plate right now, and I wouldn’t be great company if I came. I hope we can find another time to go out again, but I think studying and going to bed early is what’s best.”

“It’s true that you’ve seemed kind of out of it lately,” Alya said compassionately. “Don’t worry about us, take care of yourself! I promise I’ll take loads of pictures, it’ll be like you were here. And I’ll bully Mr Agreste with you after our exams to get Adrien out again if needed.”

“Thanks for understanding Alya.” Marinette smiled.

“That’s what best friends are for!” She could almost see her wink. “Now, get back to work and then go to bed! We’ll see you tomorrow.”

There was a bit of chatter on the line before Alya hung up, as she met up with Adrien and Nino.

“Wait, Marinette isn’t coming?” Adrien’s almost disappointed voice was the last thing Marinette heard before the communication ceased.

She found herself quite immune to it. She decided not to dwell on it.

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Adrien enjoyed the picnic very much, as he did any opportunity to hang out with his friends, but his eyes kept drifting to the empty space next to him, where Marinette would undoubtedly have been sitting, were she with them. He hoped she was alright; Alya had told him that the reason why she wasn’t coming was because she was studying, which was fair considering the amount of homework they’d been given in the past few weeks, but he did feel like she was overworking herself a bit.

He didn’t doubt her ability to take on all of her projects, but he wished she’d slow down a little, for the sake of her health. What would he do if his everyday Ladybug burned out?

He wondered what Alya’s curious gaze meant when he voiced his thoughts about the situation. He panicked a little when she said that maybe a boyfriend could help get her mind off of work - firstly, because Marinette technically had a boyfriend, which he was surprised Alya of all people didn’t know. He thought the two girls told each other everything. Was Marinette keeping their relationship a secret on purpose? Was she confused about their status, which, he had to admit, he wasn't sure was himself? Was she (the thought scared him) ashamed of him?

Secondly, he found his heart squeeze peculiarly at the thought of Marinette having a boyfriend other than him . He decided not to dwell on it.

He couldn’t help but take the long way home, passing at the bottom of her building, after the picnic, though. And, seeing that there was still light in her room at past 11pm, he decided that he should probably do something; for her well being, not as an excuse to see her, of course.

He transformed in a back alley, then extended his baton so he could peek through the window closest to her desk. Maybe she was already asleep, but had forgotten to turn her lights off.

The sight of her bent over a sheet of paper, hands buried in her hair as if ready to tear it out of her scalp made him knock.

Marinette jumped at the unexpected sound, and looked up, looking quite haggard. Her features softened when her eyes met his.

There was a hint of a smile on her lips as she opened the window. “Hey Chat, what are you doing here?” She yawned.

“Bedtime patrol, just making sure that citizens are going to bed at a reasonable time,” he smiled, stifling his own yawn.

“That’s nice of you. But, does that mean that I’m in trouble?” she drawled out, leaning forward to boop him on the nose. Her exhaustion was clouding her better judgement.

“Depends, are you nearly done with your studying?”

“When will I ever be nearly done,” she snorted, turning around to take a look at her checklist.

Her feet caught in the straps of her backpack and she wobbled forward, but Chat pounced inside in time to catch her before she could tumble down.

“Woah there, little lady… Your spatial awareness is worse than ever,” he said fondly as she clutched his arms. “Sorry, but I’m not letting you get back to work.”

“But I need to finish something…” Marinette protested.

“What you really need is to take a break.”

Marinette paused to think about it. Taking a break with Chat Noir… she seemed to recall that was on the list.

“Okay.” She shrugged.

“Good. Come here, then.” Chat Noir sighed in relief at her lack of resistance and started to lead her towards her bed, but before he’d let out his whole breath, Marinette was already trying to make her way back to her desk.

“Wait, I actually still have so much to do…” She reached for her flashcards, which tumbled at their feet.

“Okay, tell you what.” He kept hold of one of her hands as he picked the flashcards up to avoid her escaping. “Why don’t you take a small nap, and I’ll stay here and keep an eye on the time. I’ll wake you up in an hour, and when I leave I’ll turn a blind eye on your choice between going to bed and getting back to work.” She looked at her doubtfully, and glanced at the cards in his hands. He took a closer look at them; their content was that of the test they had the next day. “I can read you these while you fall asleep so it’s not too much of a waste of time, if you want.” He waved them in front of her face, hoping she’d say yes. He really needed the revision, too.

Marinette nodded and he led her to her chaise, helping her lie down on it. He started draping his blanket over her and was about to go and sit in her desk chair when she grabbed his free hand and pulled on it, a lot more strongly than he would have expected from her, especially in her exhausted state.

“Take a break with me.” She shifted to her left and patted the newly formed space. “Please?”

Her pleading bluebell eyes were difficult to deny.

“Okay,” he said as he sat next to her. Marinette snuggled up against him and sighed contently.

Chat’s heart skipped a beat. He wrapped a tentative arm around her and cleared his throat before starting to read. “The Hundred Years’ war actually lasted one hundred and sixteen years, from 1337 to 1453…”

His own tiredness hit him like a truck after a couple of pages, when he heard her soothing, gentle snoring. He lowered the flashcards to watch her sleep. She looked so tranquil, a peaceful smile drawn on her lips as her body slowly followed her breathing.

He felt his eyes close, and soon the both of them were breathing in sync, holding on to each other.

Needless to say, Chat left a little later than anticipated the next morning, woken up by the rising sun. Neither of them complained, though; both had had one of the most restful nights in a while, and both aced their History test.

Each wondered if they weren’t onto something in terms of revision technique.

Adrien almost gloated to Alya about how maybe Marinette didn’t have a boyfriend who took her mind off of work, but she had one who took care of her while she studied. Almost.

#marichatmay2021 #marichatmay #miraculous ladybug #the miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #ml #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #ml ship month #marichat #marinette dupain-cheng #chat noir #day 11: take a break #day 12: cuddles #elle writes #love you (not)

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Title: Just Messin’

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ship: Jake Park x Reader

Genre: Fluff. A lot of it.

Words: 2,696

Note: Created for @sirpeanutthethird Happy Birthday 🎉🎁

. . . .

“Mm..” You’re awake, but your eyes stay closed in hopes of falling back to sleep.

Disoriented as your mind may be, you figured the time may be around four to five in the morning. For some reason, your body is trained to wake up around this time. A good assumption may be from getting ready for your classes at the University you attend. Except.. you don’t have any classes today, until tomorrow that is, which just so happens to be your birthday. Shame it has to be on the day you have school, but you’ll accept that today is your day to kick back and slack off. Hopefully along with your boyfriend, Jake.

Speaking of..

You open your eyes to a dark room, dimly lit by a warm lamp on his side. The first thing you notice is how close you are to him, that and the way he’s holding you. He’s got one arm under you and the other around your shoulder. His palm is cradling the back of your head, feeling a tiny bit ticklish since his fingertips skimmed lightly against your scalp. You don’t mind though, it’s always a good thing to wake up next to someone you love. Others may see his way of snuggling you this close as clingy, but you think you’re just as clingy as he is.

With what little space you have, you lift your head to kiss the flat of his chin. Jake’s breathing stuttered and his body shivered at such a small act of affection. Is he still asleep? Curious, you scoot back to try and get a better look at him. However, every time you move, his hold on you gets suspiciously tighter.

“Uh-“ He doesn’t want to let you go it seems. Time to look at other options instead. Shuffling from your side to your stomach, you try to wiggle out of the sleeping man’s arms into freedom. You only got about halfway down his torso, until he suddenly grabbed you by your underarms and moved you back to where you started. There, you see that the mischievous man is awake. The tiredness on his face did not match his playful attitude.

“You were awake this entire time?” You yell, but quietly.

“Why are you up so late?” Jake completely disregards your question and resumes cuddling you again.

“I just woke up.. what time is it?”

“I dunno. But I’m going back to sleep.”

“Well.” You squirm against his hold again. “I’m gonna check the time. Lemme go.”

“Nope.” Jake says in a heartbeat. “Not gonna sleep without you.”

“I’m gonna be back! .. After I get some water too.”

“You’ll take too long.”

You smile a little. He’s so needy. “I won’t, silly. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Hmm.” His dark brown eyes examine your face. For a lie, you think. Or maybe he’s just considering freeing you from his heinous clutches.

And to your surprise, he actually lets you go. “Then by all means.” Jake covers himself with the blanket you two shared. Taking more than usual for him. You briefly wonder why, but don’t question as you pull away.

As soon as the covers are off of you though, you immediately feel cold air creeping up on your skin.

It’s so unexpected, you cross your arms and shiver down to your core. Why isn’t any source of heat on? Or more alternatively, why is the cold air on? Once you stood up, your feet felt icy even against the carpet floor. “Cold?” You turn to Jake at the sound of his sleepy voice. He’s wearing a smirk that he tried his best to hide.

“Y-yeah.” You look around the room, unsure if you even wanted to go through the cold for just a glass of water.

“Then come lay down with me.” You thought about his offer for a few seconds. Getting back in bed doesn’t seem like a-

Hold up.

Something’s not adding up.

You turn to Jake again, seeing the smirk on his face a little wider than before.

No-

No he did not. “Jake, did you tamper with the thermostat?”

“.. Maybe I did.”

You pout at him. “Whyy?” Shaking your head, you crawl back in bed to avoid freezing to death. “What’s the point??”

“Because I want to.” A very cheeky Jake helps himself and wraps his arms around you again. “And it gets too hot.” You sigh and cave in to the warmth he graciously gave you; wrapping your legs around his, your arms around his torso, and head leaning on his chest again. “This has never been a problem before.” You mumble.

“Well it’s a problem now.” Jake simultaneously pecks your forehead and cheeks, sweet-kissing your annoyance away. He can’t have you mad at him, if he plans to cuddle you into your dreams.

You groan, feeling your face tingling with acceptance at his unapologetic affection. Oh well.. “Jake?”

“Mmhm?”

“I’ll stay in bed, if you get me some water.” You look up at him and smile again. If he wants things to go his way, then he’ll have to do some of your bidding.

Jake hums delightfully at your request though, then readies himself to get up. “That’s a fair trade.”

. . .

The hall is empty.

Except for one.

Jake strolls down the corridor, paper in hand as he tries to read from it. He’s having a hard time making sense of any of it. It’s like his professor compiled the most complex words in the dictionary and shamelessly typed them on this paper. Every time Jake passed by a trash can, he highly considered crumbling up and tossing the worksheet in there. He wanted to forget about the damn thing entirely.

It isn’t a very responsible thing to do though, he thought to himself. He made it this far without anyone criticizing him. Much. He’s probably tired, or maybe he’s just-

Thump, thump, skeeeeet

The hell?

Jake comes to an abrupt stop and turns around, hearing someone running behind him. Last he checked, no one really visits this specific hall. For why? He doesn’t really know, but he assumed it may be because the classes here are rather.. insignificant compared to other courses, although Jake took one of them. This hall contained extracurricular activities that rarely anyone attended: like sewing, graphic design, and just outside of this wing lies a golf court. The students in this school are just like him, learning about the money and the business world to make their parents proud.

“Uh.. hello?” Jake calls out, unable to see who ran. The corridor is narrow, the only way for the person to pass him is if they went into one of the classrooms. That, or in front of him where there’s a turn on his left. All of the classes had their doors shut with barely any noises sounding from them, so it shouldn’t be hard to find the clown, if they toy with him again. Jake looks around one last time, the trash bins, the potted plants, pillars and a few decorations that covered the hall with colorful pride for the University.

He sees no one and turns around to walk again, slowly this time.

The hall is empty.

Except for two, now.

Jake only got so far as five, careful steps until he hears those running footsteps again. He turns, concerned, but done with this. “Alright, you wanna fuck around?” He folds the paper six times and stuffs it into his pocket. With his mind made up, he began to search the hall for any signs of a human being other than him. Any hints of clothing, hair, or even breathing will be useful to him. He’ll deliberately hunt down whoever’s responsible.

Your legs ache from kneeling down the trash can too long, but it’s sooo worth it. Suppressing your laughter is way more important right now, especially when you’re hiding from Jake.

Initially, you wanted to find him and have a normal conversation with him, especially since you haven’t seen him since morning. You know he usually comes to this side of the University to either attend one of his classes or study, since it’s almost completely silent. Yes, you being there could mean being a distraction to him.. But all that jazz is thrown out the window once you’ve decided to mess with him for a bit.

So here you are, hiding with a few beads in hand you gathered from an art class in this wing. You won’t throw any at Jake of course, but you’ll use them to bamboozle the ever living hell out of him. You wonder if your boyfriend will eventually think he’s crazy. Perhaps he’ll call you, scared of a ghost and needing you by his side. Although you’ve never seen him scared before, you’re still interested in how this goofy session will turn out. For both you and Jake.

While he looks around for you, you hide behind anything that could obscure you from his vision. He gets closer, hotter. Jake searches a spot where a pillar stands with a big potted plant in front of it. The one you moved, looking out of place. As soon as he turns his back on you, your heart raced with a bit of adrenaline. The thought of Jake finding and catching you made you feel too many rushed feelings at once.

An idea lights in your head to confuse him more. Quickly and quietly before he moves again, you take three beads in your hand and toss them down the corridor. The little noises alerts Jake. He snaps his attention behind him, leaving his current spot to check out where the beads are coming from. You giggle for a split second, then go silent.

Jake reaches the end of the hall, where it turns left towards other classrooms. Once he disappears, you stand up from your hiding place to follow him. You’re not done just yet, you’ll stop at one more throw of beads, then reveal yourself to him as the villain of such tomfoolery.

With your playfulness intact, you kept walking until you reached the end. You see shadows in the light, one unmoving and the other picking up something from the ground. Jake. You hold your breath for a moment, waiting until he moves away from you again. You watch his shadow examine something in his hand, probably the beads you threw. Then, he stands up and disappears along with his shadow.

You start breathing again, relieved that he didn’t walk back to the corridor you’re in. Calming down a little, you move to follow Jake again. You kept going, no longer hearing his footsteps, but you’re determined to find him anyway in this one-way place. When you reached a turn on your right, you leaned against the wall and peeked out from the corner.

“Ah!” You half gasped and squealed like a bird.

Instead of seeing another hall with doors, water fountains, and decorations; maybe Jake walking down the area as well..

He’s right in front of you.

Before you could do anything but chuckle nervously, Jake grabs you by your waist and holds you against the wall. All of the annoyance you previously saw on him is replaced by a slight, mischievous look. “You thought I wouldn’t catch you, huh?”

You bit your lower lip, especially once his hands moved to a much more sensitive spot of your body. It’s hard to push aside your excitement to speak. “H-how’d you know I was- Eee!!” Jake’s fingertips wiggles at your ticklish spot, not too soft or harsh, just enough to get you laughing in front of him. You drop everything, the beads in your hand fall to the ground. “S-st-stop! We’ll get in trouble!”

“Guess you didn’t think about that before throwing those beads.” Jake continues his tickle-fest, following your movements as you try to get away from his hands.

“Okay! Okaay! I-I’m sorry! I’m- oh!!” It was set. It was only a matter of time before you two done something to get you both even more in trouble. Jake accidentally bumped you against a wall, which had artwork of the University’s mascot taped to it. The tape fell and the paper tore a little, creating a sound that echoed the empty hallway. You and Jake stared at each other in shock. It wasn’t until the sound of a doorknob brought him back to his senses. He grabbed your wrist and hurried both of you out of there, before you two got caught.

“Sorry Jake..!” You whisper loud enough for him to hear.

“Shh..” He shushes you, guiding you away from the “crime” scene and towards the more quiet areas of the wing. You two reached the lockers, where only a few of them are occupied. Jake comes to a stop, still holding your wrist as he catches his breath. He eventually chuckles, so light and happy it becomes contagious. You clasped a hand over your mouth, snickering into your palm.

“It wasn’t your fault, it was mine.” Jake says, clearing his throat and needing water from all of that childishness.

You shrug. “I came here to just talk to you, but.. Mm, I dunno what came over me, heh.” You exhale your final, heavy breath. It’s a little hot in here now, but you feel invigorated around your boyfriend.

“I can see that.” He smiles, and you smile too. “I’m glad you’re here, don’t worry. I got something for you too.”

Your eyes widen. “For me? What is it?”

Jake holds up a hand and fishes in his pockets for something. First, he pulls out the folded paper from before, looking at it in sheer disgust. You snort at his reaction and conclude that it may be school work of some kind. About three seconds passes until he pulls something from another pocket: a small, baby blue box. Satisfied, Jake puts the folded paper away, completely forgetting about it. “Here. I made it for you.”

You look at the small box with deep interest. Grabbing it, you held it close and opened it with pure curiosity. There, you see a bracelet, shining in what light the area gave. It’s made of silver, crafted with tiny charms of favorite animals and your favorite colors. One charm resembled food you loved to eat. You couldn’t help but gaze at it in awe, it’s easy to tell how much care and thought was put into it.

“Happy Birthday.” Jake cheers quietly, but fondly. You look up at him, heart swelling with the loving look he gave you.

“Thank you! You made this??” Gently, you pull the bracelet from it’s little home. Jake takes the box from you, appearing sheepish as you immediately clip the piece of jewelry around your wrist. It fits perfectly.

“Yeah. You like it?” He rubs the back of his neck. Truth be told, one of his classes teaches fashion and the history of such. Jake never thought he’d be interested in them, but as it turns out, he’s skilled with his hands at not only outdoorsy activities. He loves crafting and creating things in general.

You blink. Looking at him as if he asked a dumb question. “I love it! Look at it!” You twirl your wrist around, watching the cute charms sway. It’s so adorable, and the fact that it’s made by him makes it a million times better. You’ll cherish this, the jewelry and this moment you have with him. “How long did it take you?” You ask, walking closer to him to hug him tight.

“A week and some change.” Jake pulls you in, hugging you back. “Getting the materials was another thing, but I got them just time for you.” You unconsciously swoon over his words. It’s always nice, having someone think about you so kindly, when you have no idea. Reaching up to his face, you kiss his lips a few times.

“Thank you so much..” Another kiss you two shared. “I love you.” Then another. Jake is a bit flustered at your immense display of affection, but he’s happy nonetheless.

“I love you too. Happy Birthday.”

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