As he walked in the darkness, he remembered the first night he’d stepped into the cottage only to find broken glass all over the foyer floor after the late sheriff’s visit to her. Odette had been crying in the shower.
Oh, god, he thought. If she was reduced to that again because of him, he’d never forgive himself.
Jefferson started running now, anxious to get to her.
He tried the doorknob as multiple horrible scenarios played across his mind. What if she tried to shoot him? A manic laugh bubbled up in his throat, thankful for a moment that he hadn’t had the time to show her how to shoot. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t shoot him. Would she be that angry at him? Damn Olivia Rothbart for putting them in this hell!
The door opened and Jefferson stepped inside, all the worry and horror over this nightmare showing on his face as he walked in, looking for Odette, his fiancé and the love of his life.
A Mitsunari Night’s Dream Chapter 11: The Kitty Equivalence
Mitsunari’s strategy for affection confuses Okatsu, while Shohime’s scheme to avoid marrying the daimyo has a few bugs in it.
Chapter Excerpt:
From the Military Notes of Ishida Mitsunari…
Decision-making occurs in a recurring cycle of observe-orient-decide-act. An entity (whether an individual or an organization) that can process this cycle quickly, observing and reacting to unfolding events more rapidly than an opponent, can thereby “get inside” the opponent’s decision cycle and gain the advantage.
Personal Comments: When Kitty first appeared in the gardens of Azuchi, she wanted nothing to do with me. I set out food out for her every day, until finally she allowed me close enough to touch her. I discovered that if I brought a temari ball or a bit of string out to the garden, she would enthusiastically jump at the string and chase after the ball (side comment: was unsuccessful in teaching her to return ball).
Eventually Kitty followed me inside and slept in my bed. Conclusion? Food + Play = Affection.
Might not this calculation be similar in a human female?
Food.
Okatsu eats.
Play.
Okatsu likes games.
Feeding and playing with Okatsu, should result in affection.
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I slept better than expected after my nightmare and only woke up at the sound of a rattle of dishes. In the light of day, my fears always seemed ridiculous and in my residual embarrassment, I considered pretending to be asleep, but the noise got closer. Cautiously, I peeped through half closed eyes to see Mitsunari setting a tray of food on the floor between the cushions.
“Breakfast in bed?” I asked before I could censor the modern out of my speech.
“Oh? Do you want me to put the tray on your futon?” Mitsunari picked up tray again, and I stopped him to prevent breakfastonbed.
“Thank you, but no. It was just an expression.” I scooted to the edge of the futon and examined the tray… and… Wow… that was a lot of fish. “Thank you for bringing it into the room.”
Since today’s agenda had Mitsunari meeting with Hideyoshi and Nobunaga in the archives room, I’d expected to have to hunt down the kitchens for a tray. It was sweet of Mitsunari to feed me before he left.
Ah, hot… tea? Huh. Nothing was coming out of the pot. I peeked under the lid – it was packed tightly with the tea leaves. Right. Masamune had warned me about Mitsunari’s tea making skills (or, lack of said skills). “It just needs to steep a bit longer.” I’d get rid of it after he left.
Mitsunari hovered anxiously over me. “Is it to your liking? If you want anything else, like a bowl of milk, I can get it.”
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“Well, look who finally showed up!” Cisco’s voice roared in the air the moment Shivhan walked into the cortex.
The woman flinched as she came to a stop by the desk. “What?” She thought it was far too early to start with Cisco.
“Cisco,” Caitlin reprimanded him for his lack of seriousness in the matter.
“What — we called her an hour ago!” Cisco exclaimed then shot another glare at Shivhan, pointing a finger at her because glaring wasn’t enough. “We called you an hour ago!”
Still, Shivhan remained absolutely calm in the face of Cisco Ramon’s fury. “Yeah, it was 6 a.m.” Her tone indicated that reason alone should be enough explanation for her tardiness.
“It’s an emergency! Barry’s freaking out and frankly, so are we!”
“Would you relax?” Shivhan stuffed her hands into her fluffy coat’s pockets.
“We’re just concerned about Belén given the, um…way we found her…” Caitlin said then nodded for Shivhan to follow her and Cisco out the cortex.
Shivhan was led right into the greenhouse where Belén still was but completely shut out from reality. There was an initial shock in Shivhan’s face that worried Barry - the speedster had been the one to find Belén in the greenhouse earlier and had yet to leave her side. He’d been so frantic in the beginning, finding Belén sitting on the ground cross-legged, eyes shut and surrounded by thick vines entwined around branches, said vines held a subtle golden glow. He’d never seen anything like that on her when she wasn’t fighting or training. More than that, there were noticeable patches of green on Belén’s skin, much like it would appear whenever she’d lost control of her powers.
“What is happening to her?” Barry was right in Shivhan’s face, begging to hear a plausible reason that wouldn’t make his heart burst from his chest.
“Oh relax,” Shivhan said abruptly, earning herself quite a look from Barry in return.
That's not what he was expecting to hear from her and it didn’t even bother shedding light on the situation.
Tony knew something was wrong. Astrid was withdrawn, weepy, and a bit depressed; but she refused to talk to him about it and Shark nor Edmund would mention anything about it to him.
“She’ll be fine. Promise.” Edmund assured Tony.
Tony had one of his goons keep tabs on Astrid, but after two weeks nothing came of it. Astrid just moped around, listening to sad songs and drank more than Tony had ever thought manageable.
He ordered a box of gourmet chocolates and flowers to be delivered to her house. If only to remind Astrid that he loved her and was always there if or when she wanted to talk about ‘whatever was troubling her.”.
Story Summary: Kate wasn’t expecting to take New York by storm. She was just looking for some peace, but when disaster after disaster starts piling up, she begins to regret her choice. At least until one week, and two extraordinary men, change everything. A story about finding the important things: the truth, yourself and your people.
Chapter Summary: Kate is having a bad week. A couple new meetings might change that.
“And this is my spaceship,” the Doctor opened the doors of the TARDIS and allowed Minerva inside the box.
She stepped inside and breathed in at the sight, her hand covering her mouth. The Doctor and Donna stepped inside behind her, smiling softly at her as she took it in. She heard the description of the box earlier in the day but she didn’t quite believe it now that she was seeing it with her own eyes.
“It’s…a whole lot bigger…” she blinked, tilting her head at the sight of console, “…what’s that?” she rushed up to it, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she looked at all the controls.
“What? That’s it?” Donna frowned, a bit disappointed for some reason, “She says that one line and then she goes to the…console?”
“Why wouldn’t I go to the console?” Minerva asked absently, only repeating Donna’s words because she hadn’t paid attention to what had been said. Most of her attention was focused on the millions of little controls around the console.
“Because it’s bigger on the inside! Aren’t you the least bit intrigued at the reason?”
Minerva shook her head and touched a knob, “I wanna know what these do!”
“She’s a geek, Donna,” Martha stepped inside the box. Minerva looked up with a mock-glare, “In a lovely way, of course. But in reality that’s why they work,” Martha nodded to Minerva and the Doctor who was moving beside Minerva, “They’re both geeks.”
Chapter 11 - Bowling, available now on Fanfiction (x) and Wattpad (x)
The Argents shared a tense look with each other but appeared to know that, in this instance, there was nothing they could do. Without Allison knowing about the supernatural, there was no reason for them to try and cut Kayla out of Allison’s life.
“Glad we agree” she continued, pointing to the stairs, “can I go up now? Or do I need a special password?”
Chris clenched his jaw but side stepped out of her way, his clear blue eyes still suspicious.
“I’ll be keeping a close eye on you”
“Not too close though” she joked, “I am sixteen, that could get you landed in jail”
His irritation sky rocketed at her witty quips, obviously trying to hold back completely losing it but by that point she was already halfway up the stairs, giving him a little sarcastic wave.
Harry nods, using his wand to levitate some cat figurines into a nearby rubbish bin. “Voldemort wanted the position after leaving Hogwarts, but Dumbledore wouldn’t give it to him. It hasn’t been officially confirmed, but it’s believed that he jinxed the position so that no professor would stay more than a year. Hopefully since he’s dead for good this time the jinx has been lifted.”
“And then you can stay,” Ella says, as though that settles that.
Harry turns to look at her, an amused tilt on his lips. “You want me to stay that badly?”
“So what if I do? You’re a good teacher. Perhaps I haven’t had any others, but I have it on good authority that you’re one of the best around,” she says.
“What good authority?”
“Dennis and —” She catches herself. Mentioning Colin outside of herself, Yeoreum, and Torian is something she hasn’t been able to bring herself to do yet. With Harry, it had been about to come so naturally. She doesn’t know how to think about that.”
Pairing: Jax Teller x OC Updates: Thursday nights Series Contains: Swearing, canon-typical violence, eventual smut
When a spoiled-rich player can’t cough up a debt, Jax winds up being the new custodian of the collateral he leaves behind: a headache of an heiress who turns out to be as formidable as she is fearless.
Her head whipped around, her hair slapping her face, but there was no time to mess around with stupid things like her hair when her heels - her effingheels - were the bane of her existence right now.
Those heels clipped in a staccato rhythm on the pavement, furious and teetering right on the edge of turning an ankle. But sheer instinct propelled her forward - that and the sheer terrorof what would happen if he actually caught up to her - and her heart seized at the thought. She sucked in a gulp of air and stayed the course, rounding that corner and taking off into a dead sprint like the hounds of hell nipped at her ankles.
“Uhm…I don’t think he really likes you. That way. Like that.“ Actually, Mickey knew for sure he didn’t with how many times Alan asked her just why she was still friends with Alexis. She used to think it was because he just didn’t want to share her. Now he barely hid his dislike of her.
She grinned. “He will.”
Those two words sat like a rock in Mickey’s stomach the rest of the day. He will. Like it was a sure thing. Like Alexis could see into the future and know how things would play out. Like she could just…make him like her and take him away from her like that.
Mine.
The fleeting word shook her, stalled her arm reaching in for a textbook, twisting her gut in a way she couldn’t ignore. Her tongue slowly lolled out her mouth and she blew a raspberry into her open locker at the stupid thought, giving her head a firm shake for good measure. Take him away from her, like she owned him. How silly. They were just friends; he was going to date someone at some point. She heard the way he talked about Leslie DeBarge and she didn’t blame him; she was tall and sweet and outgoing and smart and confident and poised. She could make herself get used to them, but him and Alexis? That one just wouldn’t digest.
Summary:The presented future was accepted, the time crystal secured. Control was defeated. Now Pike must come to terms with his knowledge of his future. As well as explain what will happen to the one who will be affected by the choice much as he. Is there a way to go forward in hope, to find joy in a very different life? Pike point of view.
Excerpt: “Will you tell me now? Where are we going?”
I sighed, a sigh of release and anticipation. “Home.” A pause. “My home … our home … I mean now it’s your home too. But if you don’t like it, we can sell it and find something else.”
“What’s funny?”
“How the usually poised flagship commander gets tongued tied around me when he’s feeling unsure. It’s endearing. And still sends a schoolgirl crush tingle up my spine. Our home is a perfect choice. What are we waiting for?”
Her enthusiasm is irresistible, and I caught it. “You’ll need a coat. And mittens. And boots.”
Way back in Elementary, I remembered that the school library was a hot-spot of activity. Sure, it only saw a few dozen students here and there, but it was as lively as any library could be. Comfortable. Welcoming. Quiet. Honestly, it was one of my favourite places — far better than the chaos of the playground or the din of the courtyard. Students would browse for books their parents wouldn’t approve; the more studious worked on assignments in their spare time; and quite a few just used the space to hang out.
There were even a few board games to play, though many were missing bits and pieces here and there. Most were simply lost as kids far too young to be careful mucked about with them unsupervised, but I knew for a fact many pieces had been stolen by opportunistic students. I knew because I was one of those opportunistic students, and my prize was the Black Rook of stone that sat upon my windowsill.
The library of Sunnydale High was nothing like that.
Students perused, of course, but nobody stayed for long. At least, most people didn’t. There was just something off about it that left my skin crawling — as if everything had been moved an inch to the left. Like, I knew there was something strange, but it was too subtle to tell what and all I could do was stumble.
I was sure everyone else felt it too, but nobody talked about it.
Zoelie had spent most her life fighting, It was in her nature. She was used to the weight of a gun in her hand, the gentle scraping from the knife in her boot. She preferred to keep her distance, a life filled with loss and pain made sure of that. But, When she arrived at the Sanctuary that changed. She saw something in their leader, some glimmer of hope beneath all the bad. For Negan, he saw a second chance. She was his new start. But, could things last or will their love just be another fatality in life’s wicked game?
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