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Sneaky Peaky Sundae!
Joel Miller was doing the best he can as a single dad, relying on his 'village' to raise his little girl after the sudden death of his wife. All was fine until his BabyGirl came home from her first day of school with a bruise on her arm, courtesy of the new girl in school.
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Lady Jitka is excellent at pretending to be asleep.
She's laid out like a corpse, face smooth, impassive, looking utterly unbothered by the coupling that transpired just minutes before. Her form is unshapely under the covers, a white, lumpy thing. For all intents and purposes Hans would assume she's dead to the world, but— there's this twitch. Right between her brows. The crease in them doesn't sit right, doesn't rest. Is it proper, for a man to so thoroughly want to work the kinks out of his wife on their wedding night? To shape her? His thumb flinches, digs into the mattress.
An eyelid flutters. There. It reminds Hans of some of his quarries, ready to flee amongst lush greens.
Deer, women. The arrow finds it's mark either way.
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"Easy, easy," Henry soothes, but he doesn't want to be easy, can't be, far from it— he wants to suck the marrow from his bones and carry the essence of his lover all the way back to his marital bed, tuck him behind back teeth and save him for later.
"I'm not a fucking horse," Hans grits out. The insistent petting to his thigh suggests otherwise, the patronising, soft touch as he works at his limp flesh. His breath is running away from him with every pull of hot air.
A waste. What a waste. His body is slick with the sweat of another, chilling him from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine. She's followed him all the way to this bed, her dutiful, spread legs and deferential lowered lashes. Henry pushes his knuckles into the notch of Hans' hip, the dull ache pulling him back a bit.
"We don't have to—"
"Damn it all!" He lands a punch on a pillow shy of Henry's ear. Henry doesn't flinch, his eyes just look sad, of all the things, sad, and it only serves to make Hans angrier. "I want to. Just…" heels of his palms to the meat of his eyes, pressing, pressing, until all he sees is white. "Let me."
THATS ALL I HAVE THATS ACCEPTABLE RIGHT NOW IM SO SORRY....
Everyday Lady Blaze waited, she looked longingly towards the northern sky. Looking for some lost song and dance. One she knew decades ago. It's not that Blaze was unhappy in her later years, she had built a family for herself in the Sandwing and Icewing kingdoms. She had moved on since the war. She was almost always smiling, our beautiful Blaze. Blaze never shied away from dramatic flings, but never married. No matter how many suitors lined up at her door. She didn't need to, she saved all of her unconditional love for her family. If she was ever asked "who is your one true love?", it was always the same answer, "Glacier". During her days alone, after her dragonets had left the abode. She'd grab two drinks and lay on her balcony of sandstone.
Naming Darius’s Palisman
Bell
Rick
Squishy
Leo
The little abomination won by a landslide and now I would like to request assistance naming them.
Bell: A name I’ve seen used often for Darius’s palisman but I didn’t know if it was someone’s personal name for them and I don’t want to steel anyone’s idea.
Rick: Because my brain started abbreviating ‘Abomination’ to A-bom which is the superhero name for the Hulk character, Rick.
Squishy: Mostly a joke but also because this little guy may be called squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my squishy.
Leo: Because Darius’s last name is French and I looked up some French names and this one was my favorite.
Headcannon short:-
On his way to his location, Mr. Hyde had encountered a situation.
A young girl, walking quickly and diligently with a purpose, had suddenly appeared by his turn of the corner.
Now, they were on the same path and so the inevitable problem of avoiding bumping into each other was well on it's way.
The usual awkward 'oh sorry, pardon me' as one tries to go around another only to accidentally bump into the same person again, was practically hell. The longest 3 seconds in an individual's life.
Mr. Hyde had to think of something quickly before that could happen.
He thought that crossing the road to avoid her path would be wise, however it would be seen as disrespectul in itself wouldn't it?
Or perhaps he could just walk the gutter, allowing her the freedom to walk the entire sidewalk? It could work, but alas, he'd rather not ruin his shoes.
Maybe he should just hold his ground and hope that the child had the sense enough to go around him? Bold as it may be, there is a chance that it would just lead to the same situation he is trying to avoid.
By the time he had finally come to the decision on what to do, he had already trampled the child.
Now this lead to another awkward situation.
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thank god its friday | social media / college au
↳ in which (y/n), a second year college student, starts the new school year by going to a party, blacking out and not remembering anything from that night. only to find out in class that she slept with the boy she’s supposed to be partnered up with for her year long project.
pairings: bokuto koutarou x f!reader
warnings: sexual innuendos, alcohol, drugs, swearing, mentions of sex
updates: every friday 9pm pdt
status: ongoing
[masterlist]
intro - (y/n)’s circus
intro - bokuto’s gang
part one - why’d you censor suck but not dick?
part two - i didn’t mean coffee with my happy meal
part three - stan twitter
part four -
part five -
part six -
part seven -
part eight -
part nine -
part ten -
9/15 Today I Bought A Necklace
Its made of little sunflower and watermelon seeds. I dont know why I got it. I found it at a yard sale for 50 cents! It has this little gold clasp and if you stand away a bit it almost looks like one of those necklaces surfers wear. I guess i like it because nobody expects a 17 year old to wear a necklace of seeds. The lady told me not to get it wet. Ha ha very funny. As if seeds that have been stabbed through can still grow. It was raining anyways, so her joke was dumb.
9/17 Today I showed Karmen my necklace. He thought it was dumb. I dont really care, i like it, so why does his opinion matter? Soon he and i are going to go shop for costumes for the halloween dance. We never take it too seriously. Maybe we can be Among Us characters? That is if the helmets arent all sold out. We have until the end of next month but i really wanna get everything now so I can customize!
9/19 Sorry ive been away, they were all sold out of astronaut helmets so i have to think of a different costume. Karmen thought he was soooo funny telling me to be poison ivy. Im not much of a plant person. Bite me Karmen.
9/20 Nothing to note. Homework sucks. My neck itches.
9/22 Screw school, im gonna run away and live in the woods. Be a creepy treehouse witch. I think im getting a rash. Just my luck.
9/25 I sound crazy. This is fucking crazy. My stupid seed necklace sprouted. It fucking sprouted. And the roots are digging into my neck. I dont know what to do. Should i rip them out?? Will they come out? Should i tell my mom? Im freaking out. Gonna call Karmen.
9/26 Theres ten sprouts. Karmen tried to help me cut them off but it fucking hurt and it bled. I dont know what to do! Do I just let them grow? They dont really hurt on their own, only when I mess with them. But i cant go around school being the weird ass sprout girl! That would be the fucking end. Only Karmen knows about them, and hes been sworn to secrecy. We both agreed to just...see what will happen. Im going to avoid watering them to see if maybe they'll die off? I dunno how im gonna accomplish that as ill need to shower but, whatever i suppose.
9/27 The sunflowers seem to be the only ones that actually sprouted. I took the stupid necklace off...well we cut it off because some of it was kind of attached. Thank god its sweater season so I can just hide them away in my clothes. If i ever meet that lady again im gonna...wait fuck why dont i just go visit the old lady! She fucking knows!!!
9/27 Again. We went to the house after school. There was nothing there. My sprouts hurt.
9/28 They dont seem all that bad honestly. Sometimes they ache but i think thats because they're thirsty. I cant tell karmen that ive been watering them sometimes...i have to. It hurts when i don't. I looked up stuff on the internet for 'weird neck sprouts' but all i got was chips, and something called Fret sprouts. I know i should see a doctor or something but...im scared. I dont want them to take me away or kill me in the process of trying to remove these things.
9/30 Theyve been growing steadily. Theyre almost too clunky to hide under a turtleneck but when i put of one of my chunky choker type necklaces nobody really seems to notice. Well they notice that im wearing a choker over a turtleneck but thats not really too different from something i would normally wear. Thank god i dont have gym this semester, it would be hard enough to hide them in the uniform, but since they sprouted its been kind of hard to breathe.
10/2. Mom found out. Going to the doctor.
10/3 They took an x-ray....the roots are growing into my body and are starting to block my airway. The doctor said there was no way for them to safely remove them without damaging vital muscles and stuff. I think I am going to die. They havent told me yet. I just have a feeling from the way my mother cried. We're going to wait and see. One of the plants has a bud.
10/10 its been a while, huh? My sunflowers arent painful anymore. Theyre just a part of me. Every day it gets a bit harder to breathe. Im on a liquid diet as well, seeing as the roots are blocking my throat so i cant really swallow.
10/12 All of the sunflowers have buds on them. Ten cheerful little buds. They arent very big, only a little bigger than daisies. Karmen told me that he can see some of the petals and theyre red. Maybe they were absorbing my blood. Figures. Ive already said goodbye to my life as i know it. Karmen was the only friend who stuck with me while I was steadily becoming the Plant Girl. There was a news reporter who told my story. How strange, knowing my death will be famous. Soon I am due to bloom.
10/14 Theyre Beautiful.
10/15 Goodbye
"Spoiler!"
Okay, I’m sure this ‘spoiler’ thingy is probably geared more for WIPs, but my WIPs make me sad... just sitting out there, unfinished and angry. So, I’m gonna use this as an opportunity to post previews (spoilery ones) of nearly complete crap that’s sitting in my docs file (equally unfinished, but slightly less angry). I fully realize this isn’t the true nature of this ‘thingy’, but I need a kick in the butt and I’m hoping this helps. Anyone who wants more hit me up! And thanks, Miz. (Psst -This is the one we were talking about the other day.)
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This is from a fic currently titled The Last Words of Mary E Watson in which John receives several DVDs from Mary after her death. He cannot figure out who is sending them and he has tried - went a little mad trying to solve the mystery, as a matter of fact. Warning, it’s very sad at times and also (because I’m me) a bit silly. But I promise good fun and a somewhat pleasant ending (it’s me, remember!).
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Each DVD has something written on it; literary quotes - hints as to what he will find inside. He doesn’t actually consider the quotes as titles, per se, more like his wife’s odd sense of humour. Video number one reads: “time is an illusion, lunchtime is doubly so”. God, that woman loved Hitchhiker's Guide! That video is quite personal and it takes John three days to get through it. He never shares its contents with a living soul.
The one he’s holding now says, “to love or have loved, that is enough” written in her loopy handwriting. With a great sniff, he tries to force his tears back, but it’s no use. Thankfully, Rosie is visiting his sister today. Raking his hand over his damp cheeks, he walks to the television full of both dread and hope.
Every time he watches one of his wife’s little movies, he can’t help but hope that at the end will smile and tell him it was all an elaborate ruse. Who could blame him with Sherlock Holmes for a best mate?
Once the DVD is safely inserted into the player, he walks to the kitchen and pours himself a large glass of scotch. Settling down on the settee, he says, “Okay, Mare, what do you have for me today?” as he aims the remote, takes a deep breath and hits ‘play’.
Her smiling face appears on the TV. “Hello again.” She draws a deep breath. “Well, we’re at the end, my love. I know you’re sad. I’m sure I would be too, if I wasn’t dead.” Giggles. “Listen,” she leans forward, “this is my final request - assignment, really - you must do something for Sherlock.”
“Sherlock, then. Wondered when we were gonna get ‘round to him,” John says, picking up the remote he pauses the video and takes a large pull from his glass. Somehow he knew this was coming.
Her second video was fairly mundane; full of instructions about bills, household items and a few things he’d neglected at the clinic. Not for the first time, John had wondered if his wife had been prescient. She’d been right, of course, he hadn’t touched her filing system and it was a complete mess. She’d called that one “never laugh at live dragons” and he had indeed laughed.
Video number three (entitled “when everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching -- they are your family’) was about reconnecting with his long-estranged sister. Excellent advice as it turned out. Harry had been reaching out to him for months, since Mary’s death, and John had ignored each and every attempt.
Number four was Rosie’s video. It had been the hardest one to watch by far. Entitled: ‘don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened’, John had started crying immediately, knowing as soon as he’d read his wife’s words that he was about to hear her thoughts on their precious child. A child that would grow up without her amazing mother. She’d instructed him to watch it about halfway through. The rest was for Rosemund.
One more drink and John aims the remote back at the DVD player and presses play.
“He needs you, John,” she says.”By now he will have pulled you from whatever self-imposed hell you relegated yourself to. He did that, remember that as you listen to my request.”
“Great,” he says with a sigh, leaning back on the settee.
“As much as he needs you, he needs someone else even more. What’s worse, he doesn't even know how much he needs them.” She shakes her head. “If I was there I’d take care of it myself. Should have, actually, but there was never time.” She pauses, looks thoughtful for a moment, then says, “You’ll have to make the time, though. Sherlock Holmes doesn’t deserve to be alone. Oh, I know he has you, even if things are strained now - or maybe you two are just fine…” she trails off, sounding oddly unsure. “What I’m saying, John, is that he deserves love.”
Her eyes are suddenly imploring and John’s quite confused. “Let me be perfectly clear, our boy is not in love with that Adler woman - yes I know she’s alive, wasn’t hard to figure out! I believe if you think… really hard, you’ll figure it out who he really loves…”
John gasps. “Molly Hooper?”
“Got it yet?” his dead wife asks with a smile. “Yes, Molly Hooper is the love of Sherlock’s life; he just doesn’t know it yet.”
“Of course!”
“Now,” the woman on the screen says, “what are we gonna do about it?”
“I don’t buggering know!”
“It’s okay, love, I have a plan!” She smirks. “Well, I have several, actually.”
* * * * * *Okay, that’s enough. I’d love any feedback on this and thanks again @mizjoely ~ Lil ~
