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You and Your Two Heaters~

A/n: Wrote while on my period and wanted some comfort, then I remembered that I can write and made this. Not proofread, might edit later, might not, who knows ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠). Anyways, enjoy⁠♡

You lay on your side within the warm safety of your nest on your bed, accompanied by your too big of a dog cuddled into your stomach called Lillie. She had joined you after hearing you whimpering from your cramps and after ensuring her you were in fact not injured, she cuddled right up against your lower stomach where it hurt the most. Because of this though, she ended up taking your heater of a boyfriend's side of the bed like she owned the spot. With a hand combing through her fur and the other holding up your phone, everything was peaceful even with your uterus deciding to curse you.

“Oh I see how it is,” that familiar gruff voice makes you smile as you turn your head to find your loveable boyfriend standing at the doorway looking playfully offended. “I leave for only an hour and I come back to have my spot stolen,” he huffs out as he sets a grocery bag down and strides to our bed.

“You snooze, you lose?” You slightly giggle out as you feel the thump of Lillie's tail wagging on the sheets. Lillie only nuzzles further into you as you laugh lightly at the cute sight. Your boyfriend mutters something along the lines of “you're lucky you're cute” before he gives you a small peck to your cheek and forces his way into your little nest.

“Did you generate more blankets while I was away? Cause there's definitely more in here than when I left,” he teases as he embraces you and adjusts you all. Lillie moved to lay more on top of you as you lay on your back, her head still on your stomach and providing warmth for your aching muscles.

“Not my fault if Lillie added some more,” you coo as you give your pup some head scratches while all three of you get comfortable again. You wince as a cramp hits harder than before and you're tempted to curl into yourself if it weren't for Lillie and your boyfriend helping you.

“I got ya princess, ‘m right here,” he purrs into your ear as he massages your pelvic region and places little butterfly kisses all along your face. You feel a small lick to your hand from Lillie and you smile softly at the boundless love surrounding you like a heavy blanket. You sink further into your little nest and lay happily with your dog and boyfriend as they comfort you through the pain. You get so comfortable that you doze off after a while, listening to the gentle sound of your boyfriend's heartbeat and your pup’s soft snoring while a movie plays in the background. Nothing could be better than this…except minus the period pain.

Lazy Morning~

A/N: I wrote this half asleep listening to Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter so this is definitely not proof read and may not make sense, but I'ma still post it cause who's gonna stop me ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ. Also, I had no one in mind for writing this so you can imagine whoever you want. Anyways, enjoy and I hope you have a good day or night.

You slowly blink away tears as you yawn, your nose cold and your fingers wrapped around something soft. You lift your head up and find your lover sound asleep still with your hands buried in his hair. With zero restraint and being far too tired to care, you grip his head a little and hide your cold nose in his neck. You feel him stirr underneath you as warm arms snake around your waist and a gentle squeeze to your sides.

“What're you doing?” you feel him murmur into your ear with his morning voice adding a rumble to his words. While normally you'd be a menace and tease him about his voice, your brain felt too fuzzy to even form a proper sentence as you press your face further into his neck.

“Nose cold…” you slur out while you snuggle into him like a chick nuzzling into its mother's feathers. You hear him chuckle deeply and feel the warm blankets on your back get pulled up more.

“Can't have that now can we,” he chuckles out as he lets you do as you please. Content to be your heated teddy bear for the moment as he threads his fingers through your messy hair. Sighing, you kiss the nape of his name with a small “thanks” before you doze off back to sleep. Fully embraced and safe in your lover's arms as he rubs circles on your back to keep you asleep. He places a kiss on your forehead as he accepts his fate and feels contentment to have a lazy morning with you. He'd keep your nose warm always, even when you could barely form a sentence.

Original writing! Kinda funny, I guess? I don’t know, read it under the cut and please tell me what you think!!!!!!! I NEED OPINIONS PLEASE!!

Agatha looked at the man in her hallway incredulously. When she looked behind her, around her, even above her, she looked at him again with an arched brow.

“Care to repeat that?” She asked, with not a small amount of skepticism.

He was still beaming, his smile not faltering even in her impromptu search, and his eyes twinkled—yes actually twinkled— as he opened his mouth, straight white teeth gleaming.

“You, my Lady Agatha, have been determined to be the Chosen One of the Great Prophecy and will be the Realm’s Hero!”

That’s what she thought he’d said. He beamed even brighter at her, his teeth twinkling now. This had to be a dream. Or a hallucination. Or she was dead and this was what her brain had decided to conjure up. Why couldn’t she have a nice hallucination like—like eating at a five star hotel? Or even getting to retire with a hefty pension fund?

She pinched herself. It hurt.

Motherfucker.

The silence stretched, and stretched. And he was still smiling. Was there something wrong with him? Her head was blank, devoid of any thoughts except a faint buzzing sound. And then, just to cut off the silence that was becoming a little stifling by now, she blurted the first thing she could.

“But what about my cats?”

The man blinked, his perfect smile faltering for just a moment. His brow furrowed slightly as if the thought of cats hadn’t quite factored into his grand announcement. He opened his mouth, paused, then tilted his head, clearly trying to reassess the situation.

"Your... cats?" he asked, as though the concept of pets was a foreign one.

Agatha nodded. "Yes, my cats. All three of them. Whiskers, Tibbles, and Shadow. Who’s going to feed them? Who’s going to clean their litter boxes? You can’t just expect me to up and leave them!"

The man hesitated, his eyes flickering as though searching for an answer that would satisfy her. "Well, my Lady, surely your noble companions will be well looked after—"

Agatha cut him off with a raised hand. "By who? You? The Realm’s Hero isn’t exactly a part-time gig, is it? I mean, between saving the world and fulfilling the Great Prophecy, when exactly am I supposed to find the time to change the litter? And do you know how picky Whiskers is about his food? He only eats the chicken pâté, and it has to be room temperature." She was rambling now, and her eyes had strayed over to the door she was leaning against. It was dusty, and she winced a little at the state of it. She’d have to remember to dust it soon. Assuming that this ‘Hero’ business didn’t put her out too much.

The man’s smile had faded entirely now, replaced by a look of utter bewilderment. This was not how these proclamations usually went. There was supposed to be awe, excitement, a dramatic embrace of destiny. Not... cats.

Agatha watched as the man struggled to find words, feeling a small sense of satisfaction in his discomfort. She had no idea how to deal with being a "Chosen One," but she was quite adept at handling pushy strangers who thought they could just barge into her life with outlandish demands. Being a wedding planner helped with that. She crossed her arms over her chest, her skepticism growing by the second.

"Listen," she said, her voice softening a bit. "I’m sure saving the,” she had to pause here, remembering his words earlier “Realm is very important and all, but I have a life here. A small life. With cats! You can’t just expect me to drop everything because some prophecy says I’m supposed to. It’s not that simple."

The man finally seemed to regain his composure, standing a little taller and clearing his throat. "My Lady Agatha, the Great Prophecy is not to be taken lightly. The fate of the Realm hangs in the balance, and you are the key to our salvation. Your—" he paused here, much like she did earlier, and he seemed to be clearly struggling with the idea “cats, while surely beloved, are but a small part of a much larger tapestry. Surely you can see the greater good—"

"Stop right there," Agatha interrupted again. "If you’re going to try and guilt-trip me into this, we’re going to have a problem. Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not saying no, okay? I’m just saying I need to think about it. Maybe read up on this prophecy, find out what it actually entails. And, y’know, figure out what to do with my cats." She frowned a little at the end. If the answer was that she had to leave her cats behind, then she was going to have to do a lot of thinking.

The man sighed, the twinkle in his eyes dimming slightly as he realized this conversation was going to be far more complicated than he’d anticipated. How did he do that? "Very well, my Lady," he said, his tone more subdued. "I shall return in three days' time for your decision. In the meantime, I suggest you prepare yourself—both for the journey ahead and for the weight of the responsibility that comes with being the Chosen One."

Agatha nodded, though she wasn’t entirely sure what "preparing herself" meant. Finding a bow & arrow? That seemed very on point with what was happening right now.

The man gave a stiff bow, turned on his heel, and with a flash of light that made Agatha wince and shield her eyes, he vanished from her hallway, leaving her alone with her thoughts—and her cats, who had finally decided to come investigate the commotion.

She looked down at Whiskers, who meowed expectantly. "Well," she said, picking him up and scratching behind his ears, "What do you think? Should I save the world? Or should we just go back to bed and pretend none of this happened?"

Whiskers purred loudly, clearly in favor of the latter option.

Agatha sighed. "Yeah, that’s what I thought."

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First half of chapter 1 under the cut;

Peter looked at me with wide eyes. He was breathing fast, jerkily, and by the time I processed what had happened, he was half-way to a full-blown panic attack. “April,” he gasped, breaths coming out sporadically, “April, what the fuck are we going to do?”

I was staring at my hands, eyes blank. They were flickering in and out of visibility, my mind and body apparently unable to decide if I should hide or not. The alleyway we were in - that we were deposited in - was dark, looming, and before I had realised it, my spider-sense had warned me of the person at the mouth of it. If I hadn’t been so out of it, if Peter hadn’t been occupied with his panic attack, we would’ve heard them long before they got there.

“Hey! Brats! Scram, get out of here! This is my turf and I’m not having you lot stay here!” He looked angry, and drunk, and ironically this is what got me out of my fugue state, what helped Peter calm down a little. Getting dropped into an unrecognisable alleyway had shaken us, but it seemed that drunk, angry people were always around, no matter what dimension you got dropped in.

That thought almost had me disassociating again, before I got a firm grip on myself. Get yourself into a place where you can panic properly first before you have a mental breakdown I thought.

A plan was what I needed, and even the bare bones of what I had calmed me down somewhat. I turned to Peter, who although had snapped out of his panic attack by virtue of the drunk, wasn’t faring well. “Peter. Hey, Pete. We need to move.” Grabbing his hands, I let just the bare bones of my strength leak through, helping to ground him in the moment.

I could imagine what he was thinking - what his mind must have conjured for him to look so broken. I cursed Dr. Strange for the hundredth time in my mind, if only for the fact that the magic that had thrown us here had us feeling like we had dematerialised into ash.

Yeah. I’m sure you know what memory Peter was reliving.  I hauled myself up, and still grabbing his hand, dragged him out of there.

We stumbled out of the alleyway, and into the main road - if you could call it that. It was dark, and the pollution was thick, but it couldn’t hide the gothic architecture or the grimy cityscape. The buildings loomed, dark shadows cast over the street. There were neon signs out every couple of buildings, but they flickered half-heartedly, the light dying intermittently. It was as though even the inanimate objects here were warning us to leave.

Peter was still shaking, his breaths uneven, and when I looked back at him he looked haunted. But I had the brief thought that at least he was moving - at least he wasn’t stuck in that seedy alley. More alert than I was before, my spider-sense tingled at the base of my head, a constant hum that never dimmed - warning me to not let down my guard.

My eyes flickered over the faces of people, their heads down. They walked like they were afraid of getting jumped, wary looks given to me before they hurried away. My thoughts were bitter as person after person looked at me, took a glance at Peter, and lowered their eyes before they walked off.

My faith in humanity died a little at that point.

I tightened my grip on Peter a little, trying to convey some semblance of reassurance. His tight hold on me tightened further, and I flashed him a quick smile when he looked at me. My smile was weak, fleeting, but it seemed to be enough to ground Peter a little more.

We kept walking, aimlessly, it felt but we needed to find somewhere to regroup. To think. It felt like hours, but was maybe only 45 minutes before Peter was tugging at me to stop.

“April, look.” I looked over to what he was pointing at - a small sign that was innocuous and easily passed over. ‘Narrows Shelter’ it read, and I looked over at the building. It looked - clean for a lack of description. It was by no means the Ritz, but it was a far cry better than what I’d seen so far in this depressing city. It wasn’t much but it was something.

I nodded at him, and we hurried over, hoping to find somewhere to sleep for the night. We walked through the doors, and the inside of the lobby matched the outside. The place was clean, and although it looked run-down, I knew that it was our best shot at the moment. Remembering the seedy bars that the neon signs advertised, I shivered a little and prayed that we got something right today.

The Universe owed us.

Wait.

That thought had me spiralling again, the thought that I was in a different dimension. A different UNIVERSE.

By the time I had checked back in, fingernail indents carved into my hands, I could hear the tail end of the conversation that Peter had with the receptionist.

“Room 3B. Keep your heads down and don’t cause trouble.” She sounded brusque, but not unkind.

I could feel a hysterical laugh bubble up at the back of my throat, threatening to come out. Us? Keep out of trouble?

Peter gave me a look, correctly identifying the look in my eye. I swallowed it down, thanked the lady, and we made our way to the back of the shelter. The room was small, with 2 small cots and a window that was so dirty it let in barely any light. But the room was clean, the beds looking not bad. It felt like a sanctuary compared to the streets outside.

Peter sank onto one of the cots, and I followed him, my hand still grasped firmly in his. “We’ll figure this out Pete. We always do.” I laid my head on his shoulder, and felt as he nodded above me.

“Yeah,” he sighed heavily, but I could hear some hesitation in his voice. “April what if we– what if we can’t find a way back?”

I stayed silent, doubt nagging at me. What platitudes could I say when that thought had been running in my mind?

I’d assumed that when I was able to find somewhere to rest – somewhere for my mind to shut down – that I’d have the panic attack I was pushing back. But I just … disassociated. I couldn’t compartmentalise what had happened and my body felt – floaty. I was in a haze, and I didn’t want to go back to the panic-filled haze that my mind had been in before.

I could just – relax. Let everything drop, if only for a minute, and if my hands were trembling, if my glassy eyes held tears, then I didn’t make note of it.

The shelter helped with that. It was quiet, the background sounds muted; footsteps, murmured conversations, the occasional cough. It was a lot louder to me than to the average person – and I think that was what had ultimately grounded me; the fact that my enhanced senses still worked in this hellhole, that I hadn’t lost my powers.

 I refused to think about what I could hear outside the shelter.

“We can think of a plan later, Pete,” I said eventually. I looked up at him, and I could see the exhaustion on him. “Let’s try to go to sleep first.”

He looked down at me, and his eyes softened with an emotion I couldn’t identify. “Ok April,” he said.

We settled into our respective cots, exhaustion laying us down like a heavy blanket. We lay there for a while, and drifted off after a bit. The last thing I could remember before I fell asleep was the dizzying relief I felt in the fact that Peter was with me. That the spell hadn’t careened out of order, and separated us.

Writing tidbits

The way when I write with no plotting is so so SO different to when I'm plotting LMAOOO.

No plotting:

Vague idea of plotting:

PLOTTING:

LMAOO I think this is why i do NOT plot at all for my WIPS

is it just me that gets random ass whole SCENES just in the middle of something. like i’ll be talking to someone or walking across the road and then BAM!

i now have a whole conversation between two characters in my head. my one (1) notes app is getting ABUSED at this point.

me: talking to my friend

brain: what if : FIGHT SCENE

me: takes out my phone and my fingers are flying trying to get this down

friend: ??? what’s going on???

like bro,,, this scene::

just came out of nowhere. no idea how?? but still like wow (sorry for the blackouts but i want this to be a suprise!!!)

like writing is such a mood i once woke up in the middle of the night with a whole scene written out and just??? went back to sleep and woke up like yeah that tracks

Goodbye Part 4:

I'm sorry I'm still trying to get use to posting on here. 🤪 I know this might be cringe to watch, but please be patient to a overthinking girly over here who focuses more on writing them her art skills.🤣 This is the night when Anya/Albedo lost her peaceful life. Any advise/art is helpful. This is still the rough draft. Thank you!

BANG! BANG! Anya shoots up in her bed from a deep sleep breathing heavily as if she just came out of a nightmare she doesn't remember. Grabbing her chest with one hand she focused to quickly calm herself down along with wiping sweat from her forehead. Wait. Was that dad’s shotgun? Anya questions herself. Why would he use it? Unless. There is an intruder! No, that can't be. We've never had that happen besides that one time Isabella snuck in one of her boyfriends. “Clayton!” screamed her mother in fear followed by some other odd sounds Anya couldn't differentiate on her own. Oh shit! The adrenaline took over the teenager's body and guided her to the gun case safely tucked away under her bed with easy access yet not noticeable unless searched for. Opening the case revealed her bolt action rifle her father gifted her at the age of 7. Last time she used it was about 2 months ago when the raccoons got into the trash outside the house while she was home alone as her parents were having a date night out in town. Another scream happened followed by more random sounds outside her room. No need to freak out Anya. That won't help in this situation, Anya reminded herself in her thoughts not wanting to risk speaking out loud and being heard. Cocking back the bolt handle; she confirmed there was no bullet in the chamber. Then she reached for the small magazine and smacked it in as quietly as she could. In her baby blue floral nightgown the apprehension girl sped walked to her bedroom door and cracked it open, sending a thankful prayer for her dad oiling the door hinges for it was silent for once. Anya gasped at the sight covering her mouth with one hand as the other tightly gripped the rifle in the other. She couldn't believe what her eyes laid upon.

Goodbye Part 3:

“It’s not fair!” Anya complains. “Ha, I've been here a whole week, Buttercup. Which is a miracle. Duty calls ya know” Isabella replies with a wink. “Why can't you stay and work on the farm with Pa and I like we used to instead of becoming a doctor so far away. What if that rooster chases me again?!” asked the gloomy sister. Kneeling down to her younger sister’s level Isabella lifted Anya’s head up slightly, wiping tears away from her eyes and answered. “Anya. I love you and my family so dearly. I’ve learned so much here on the farm, yet” she paused for a split second. “Yet staying in this cozy town is holding me back from my purpose and gifts. Gifts that I need to share with others in the world. People that need help, love, patients and compassion. I feel drawn to the big city. The busyness, socializing nonstop and caring for others.” Leaning in, the older sister hugged her best friend tightly proceeding her speech. “One day you will find your purpose and gifts and you will shine so bright others will be drawn to you! In this disarray world, promise to never forget who you are Buttercup.” Looking straight into each other's teary eyes Anya said “I promise Bells”. “Atta girl.” Wiping tears from her eye’s Isabella laughed in addition to playfully punching Anya’s right shoulder, “Now you got me all sappy you silly guppy.” Folding her arms Anya sassed back “Well, there's nothin wrong with that!”. “Ha, No. Not at all. Hey Maple! Take care of her for me” the older sister requested to the redheaded teenager. “Roger that captain!” Maple saluted. “Bye Buttercup. Love y'all so much!” the older sister and daughter said one last time before slipping into her car driving away. All sat in silence as Isabella disappeared into the distance till Maple asked from the porch, “So, what's for dessert?” Releasing small giggles behind some final tears they all headed inside for some fresh baked peach cobbler made from the very peaches on the farm with a side of french vanilla ice cream.

Hours went by as the curly blond and straight hair redhead teen finished their sweet treat as they gossiped about school and upcoming events. Anya’s mother interrupted by asking between doing dishes, “Maple dear are you ready to head home? It’s starten to get dark.” “Oh Ma, can she please spend the night?” Anya begged her mother as both Maple and Anya gave her puppy dog eyes. “Sorry Buttercup, not tonight” father piped into the conversation. “We have a lot to do on the farm tomorrow. Unless Maple would like to help us early in the morning? I heard it’s gonna be a crisp 60 degrees” Dad teased the girls. Looking at each other Anya pleaded with Maple. “Please!” Maple shook her head and laughed saying “Brr! No thank you. Sorry Anya. You're alone with this one. You know I can get the party started but all parties must come to an end. Which is mornings for me. Also anyways my parents will be home late in the night. I would love to be with them as long as I can even though it's short.” Pouting Anya said “Well just bless your heart then. I needed my beauty sleep anyways instead of talking all night with you about your pranks.” Maple snickered, not denying the statement. “Was that a bless your heart or a BLESS YOUR HEART?” she quoted at the end. “What do you think?” Anya poked fun at back to her freckled friend.

As the young girls were teasing each other at the long counter, father came up to the front door with loud keys in his hands waving Maple out the door to drive her back home. Everyone said their goodbyes and got ready to turn in for the night. As Anya was wrapping up on getting her work outfit laid out on her dresser for the long day ahead she heard a soft knock on her bedroom door. “Come in”, Anya shouted loud enough for the knocker to hear. It was her mother and father who came to meet Anya who was already laying in bed by then. “We wanted to come and tuck ya into bed dear” said mother. “And some goodnight kisses”, added her father. “I’m not a little girl anymore.” Anya said in embarrassment. “No, not anymore” agreed her mother, “But you'll always be our little girl”. “Our little sunshine”, father agrees. Laughing, Anya waved them in for a big hug. No matter how old she gets, Anya thought to herself gratefully while hugging them both tightly, hugs will always be welcomed. Her father then tucked her in aggressively as he made bear noises like he did when she was a kid and they both kissed her forehead leaving their youngest daughter to her dreams in her peach and floral turquoise bed along with her glowing strawberry night light.

Goodbye Part 2:

The dark green screen door loudly screeches open with her sister and father entering the house as her older sister Isabelle snarks back at Anya's comments. “My my little sister. Sounds like you've been to New York yourself.” Isabelle came to sit on the right side of Anya at the dinner table as their father sat at the far end of the table licking his lips. “Please explain how you manage to escape out of the house from mom’s four eyes to have such an experience.” The younger sister crossed her arms in annoyance as she faced the other direction of her older sibling. “Oh how original Isabelle! I was young and now I’m 16. I didn't know that mom was fibben about having eyes in the back of her head.” “It’s true though! Once you become a mom you’ll understand” their mother interrupted as she placed a sheet of cornbread on the table leading to her sitting across the table from the bickering sisters. Isabelle bursts out laughing replying “Oh Anya you're so easy to tease. You wouldn't make it long in New York. You definitely need to have tough skin to live there.”

As she was speaking she poured sweet tea in her tall green glass filled with ice. “Besides, I agree it's not as charming as the fields and pastures here in Georgia. But don't count it out till you really experience it. Like I always tell you.” In sync both sisters say “Don't judge a book by its cover, unless it’s astrology.” Between chews the father cheered his daughters on, “That's my girls! Space is no place for humans anyways.” “Dad, that's not the reason why”, Isabelle looks over at Anya who is now smiling back at her sister. “We’ll have to find time to explain to dad won't we.” She winks. Anya laughs. “Honey.” Mom softly says as she touches father’s hand as a reminder. He coughs up his food apologizing. “Oh right grace. I forgot since I was so intrigued by our daughter's conversation.” Everybody at the table released a laugh. Clearing his throat he stuck his hands out as a welcome. Once all hands were holding another hand they all bent their heads to say grace. Father’s was about how he was grateful to have such a loving and patient wife, two beautiful intelligent sweet daughters, to Bell's visit and a good harvest even though he sadly doubted the Lord but thanked Him for his patients and blessings. Moms was about the same and Isabells was thanking Him for guiding her through the hardship of school and grateful for being with family again. Then it was Anya’s turn. “Father. Thank you for giving me a wonderful loving life. A family. Food. A place to call home and friends. Amen”. “Wow that was short Anya!” said a loud voice behind the screen door. “Maple honey. What are you doing here?” Asked Anya’s mother. “Well, Um my parents are.” Anya cut her off and said “We know. Come sit and I’ll get a plate for ya.” Her father and mother looked at each other in agreement and then gave the thumbs up to Anya to proceed. “Thank you! You wont regret it” Maple yelled in excitement then skipped following Anya to the kitchen to help. Dinner was lively especially since Maple was there sharing her exciting exaggerated stories about her mom and dad’s many trips while on business along with the exotic gifts they bring back home for her. Including the sweet reminders of funny stories the family loved to repeat in order to keep the memories alive. Time flew by before Anya knew it, leading to her saying goodbye to Isabella again in the front yard by the old dirt road.

I love writing as I procrastinate from improving my art skills. 😜 Hope y'all enjoy my journey of writing. Advice and art is always welcomed. This watercolor is from Ryan Kennelly Paintings I found on Facebook. My character makes me think of a peach. 🍑

“Pa! Bells! Time for dinner!” yelled Anya from the rickety round about white porch towards a father and older daughter bonding over a rusty plow. “Alright! We’ll be there in a sec!” father hollers back to the impatient younger daughter. Frowning followed by a pouty expression, Anya grumbled under her breath, “Sure we’ll wait a sec” as she dramatically air quotes on the “Sec”. After sulking for a moment, Anya turned back into the house and her nose was greeted by the aromatic smells of the hard work her and her mother put into their last feast for the return of her older sister visiting from college. “Ugh!” huffed the teenager as she plopped on top of the long red and black counter, scooting over a mason jar of green beans that was canned who knows how many years ago. “Now now young lady” her mother starts. “Bottoms don't belong on the counters. Besides, your cheeks ‘bout knocked over our well aged green beans” she sweetly teased Anya as she shooed the daughter off with a stained hand towel playfully.

Anya slipped out a giggle when she jumped off but snapped back to her annoyance. Grabbing plates and silverware in a sulking manner she headed over to the dining table setting up four placements that would soon be back to three by tomorrow. “The food is gonna be cold by then and I wanna have all of us together as much as possible before Bell leaves again” Anya sighed. “Also, I’m starven Ma.” Before the mother headed over to meet sad Anya at the table, she grabbed a large white deep dish decorated with green leaves mingled with flowers. As she placed it on a rooster themed mitten burnt on the tip she replied, “Oh my Anya. I know you have a big heart and how you love your sister. But don't forget dear.” Anya paused folding a napkin in her chair looking up at her mother hopeful. “She always comes back. Especially for our cooking” her mother winks and sticks her tongue out then proceeds. “Also them New Yorkers don't know nothin about home cooked food I tell ya! One of my babes came home so skinny and malnourished. I was worried I wouldn't be able to find her shadow.” They both laughed out loud in agreement from her mother’s sassy remarks. “Haha, yea. I heard all they eat is fast food chinese, hot dogs and pizza. Where's the meat?! The hearty meals?!” Anya laughed at her own commentary while placing the folded napkins in their homes. “Plus I read up on New York and it's huge! Crowded and looks bland with all those buildings. I don't understand how people think it looks pretty or can deal with such a large number of people.” Anya judges. The dark green screen door loudly screeches open with her sister and father entering the house as her older sister Isabelle snarks back at Anya's comments.

ALONE IN THE DARK:

By Hannah Blakely

All alone in the dark.

Is He there or is He not?

Is He here or gone?

Bruises and scars on her arms and heart.

Is she even worth a thought.

Crying alone in the dark,

Is her tears even enough?

Are her suffocating echos vibrant or loud enough.

Is she as valuable as a diamond in the rough.

Or as ugly as the sin in her heart.

Are her desires her own faults?

What she hears and sees she doesn't comprehend.

Is it the enemy or is it her Friend.

All alone in the dark

Is He there or is He not?

Is He here or gone?

Bruises and scares stain her arms and heart.

What's become of her she thought?

She's a mess, How could she be of worth?

Who would want this broken puzzle piece that's missing it's parts.

Alone in the dark she feels.

I'm not useful so let me not hinder you.

Believing in those words she secludes her soul.

Unpacking her bags in the dark where she thought alone,

Came this gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder.

Saying "oh my daughter why do you keep your tears from me?"

"Don't you remember I hold your tears close to me"

"I understand every tear that waters your face, knowing what you not say."

The daughter replies " But I am a burden that's lazy and sheep that has gone atray. I cry so much does that mean I'm not ok?"

In a comforting voice He replies

"Oh sweet child of mine. Life is hard and bitter sweet. I know. But keep your eyes on Me. The Truth. The Light. I will guide you through the valley of darkness. No your not perfect that one thing is true, but you have been saved because I died for you. I'd do it again without hesitation for you are the one I adore."

She cries even louder with flushed red cheeks and scrunched up face screaming out for the first time.

"But how? I still look down on my other brother's and sisters. I judge when I should not. I don't keep my promises and I loose my train of thoughts. At times I don't keep my composure to where it afflicts others. I repugnance at myself. I'm fake. A foney. How can I be a follower of someone so perfect as you?"

In a stern loving Father voice He says

"Your alone in the dark you say. A sheep that has gone astray. Have you forgotten my daughter for even that 99th sheep who's gone astray I seek. Your are precious to me. More than the birds that soar through the skies. For I have made you in my image you see. So precious to me that I wait to hear your voice. The snorts you make with laughter, your red rosie cheeks that light up, the caring blue in your eyes. Don't fight it and come to me. I've won the war that you so desperately keep fighting on your own. Lay it down at my feet. Lay it down and come to peace."

His daughter wipes her tears,

Collecting each one

Handed them over in a clear mason jar.

Her soul sang

Here my Lord, my Father, my King. I hear your voice. I come at your feet. Alone in the dark I once believed in. But seeing Your Light I can breath again.

These scars and stains are here to stay as a reminder of my journey through my Faith.

I will give you every tear when I have no words for I know you understand what I not say.

When I feel alone in the dark I will sing loud to remind me that I am not.

You've been here all along.

Waiting for me oh so patiently for your daughter to come to your arms.

Alone in the dark.

Is He there or is He not?

Alone in the dark.

Is He here or is He gone?

Looking to Him seeing the magnificent Light.

I know I'm not alone in the dark anymore.

Ik wil mijn besmette bloed leegbloeden

Mijn depressieve tranen uitwenen

Mijn slechte conditie wegzweten

Mijn onzuivere gedachten uitroepen

Tot ik

Niet vanbinnen stik

Maar

Vanbuiten verdrink

Doodles and Story

I’m probably gonna regret everything tomorrow morning 😃

Your glory is more preferable to mine.

That’s not true you are an emblem of hope.

But it’s not tomorrow yet so…

۪۪۫۫۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊ ❝ 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙉𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙔 !!

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ABOUT ME ●♡● [[[[

Helloooooo !! , you can call me Ivy or Vessie ! , I'm unlabeled sapphic! , this is my side acc for me to write anything that comes in my mind.

I write ff about my interests !

( " Do you accept reqs? " )

> I'm really not sure actually since I'm kind of new to writing and my busy schedules but I will try !

( " What do you write for? " )

> I write current interests such as :

Jjba, demon slayer, sakamoto days (anime only) , King of Fighters , Mortal Kombat , Ushio and tora , record of ragnarok (I haven't read the spin off yet) , ALNST , lhc and others coming soon!

Current main interest : CRK !!!

Credits : @bernardsbendystraws , @/thehoteez (pinterest) , @thecutestgrotto

Chapter 2 is out!!