#911 my period is trying to kill me

[calmmyfears]

i gave up on love a long time ago, maybe that's why i'm so skeptical about ever finding and experiencing it.

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 6: A Girl Stuck in a Bunker

||The Prophecy Series||

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, miner injury

Episode mapping: This chapter takes place during several episodes - episode 5 of season 10 "Fan Fiction", episode 6 of season 10 "Ask Jeeves", episode 7 of season 10 "Girls, Girls, Girls", episode 8 of season 10 "Hibbing 911"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

After a half an hour argument between Dean and Sam, a couple days after we first met, I was allowed to have my phone and my laptop back. 

Another five days after that, I was granted permission to take some adapters, cables and tools from my car but Sam was with me the entire time. 

After two weeks living together in the bunker, Sam accepted the fact that he cannot follow me everywhere and watch my every move.

He is still barely talking to me and throws me measuring looks every time we pass each other in the hallway.

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The boys are on a hunt, some drama teacher went missing after rehearsal, and I'm buried in cables, gears and tools. I had connected to the bunker's mainframe and am trying to figure out what is wrong with it. The poor thing has not been upgraded since the 1940s. So… I took the drastic decision to make some improvements while I'm searching for the main problem. This is exactly how I ended up tangled in an inferno of wires. And this is how the boys find me when they come back from the case. "Wow… Is that what you did when we were gone? Are you sure you know what you are doing?" "Yes, I'm sure…" I pick my head from under the counter. "Oh my God! And those glasses! You are trying to check all the nerdy boxes or something?" "Glasses or no glasses, I can still…" I start with a cold tone but when I look at Dean, I see the sneer on his face "Oh! You think you're funny?" "I know for a fact that I am!" "You are not." I say but the smile on my face contradicts my words. "How was the case?" "It was… strange… even for us."

I'm laughing uncontrollably after Dean finished telling me about the case. Yes… I'm laughing with the man I'm going to kill… My attempts to keep him away are not going as well as expected. "There are books about you! And they did their own interpretation of your lives!? In a musical!? I… I can't… That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. I'll have to check those books…" "Don't you even dare!" I return my focus to my work but I keep randomly bursting into laughter in the next few hours.  This is hilarious!  Books and musicals!  I'll definitely have to find those books.  That's an interesting concept, a prophet turned author.  Did some person like this Chuck, have also written my prophecy? And if so, did they know more about how I am supposed to stop the unstoppable Knight of Hell? But even if they did… this was at least 15 years ago… and since there can be only one prophet at a time… and the boys know at least two… Another dead end…

"What the hell?" I hear Dean yelling from the kitchen. I rush through the maze of hallways and almost bump into Sam on the kitchen's doorway. "Dean? What's going on?" Sam asks. "What's going on?! What the hell is this!" He points to the countertop.

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"An espresso machine, obviously." I answer and roll my eyes with annoyance.  He scared the shit out of me!  And for what!?  He is such a drama queen.  "I can no longer drink this vomit you Americans call coffee." "But…" "I'm not forcing you to use it! Yours is still there. You can keep using it. But I can't." I turn around and head to the door.  I see Sam trying to contain his smile. He is really enjoying this situation but will never show it in front of me. "How did this appear here?" He asks instead. "Online shopping, Sam… Don't worry. I ordered just a coffee machine… No weapons… I promise…" "You ordered it here!?" "I picked it up from the delivery center in town… I'm not stupid! I know how to keep a bunker a secret, remember?"

My schedule is an infinite loop of little to no sleep, coffee in large doses, coding, debugging and searching through every corner of the bunker's system I can think about, more coffee and pizza.  And then again.  And again.  The boys had been on a couple of hunts, but the way they are searching for cases is inefficient. They go through the internet and local news sites for unusual occurrences. I thought all the bunkers have a notification system… But maybe this one is too old for that… Maybe I should write them an algorithm for this.

I notice Sam is carefully watching Dean. Again. He started to do that after their last case.  Something had happened that made Sam worried.  But he will never tell me.  All I know is that it was a case involving a shifter.  It sounded like an Agatha Christie novel. The maid turns out to be the daughter of the late rich lady and a shifter. And was planning to kill all her greedy family members. She had tricked the boys by giving them fake silverware and they were not able to identify her as the shifter until much later.  "That's why I'm always wearing my rings." I told Dean while sitting on the couch. "This one is silver, the other one - iron, and this one - steel." But something else had happened on that case that makes Sam worry about Dean. "There is still time. At least 5 months. Maybe more." I say to Sam when we happened to be in the kitchen at the same time. "I'm not going to let you kill him. I'll find another way." Is the only thing he says to me and walks out of the room. "Do you honestly believe that I want to do it?" I mutter to myself.

"Em, we are going." Dean shouts.  The boys were digging through the Men of Letters archive for the past 4 days.  When they are in the bunker, I spend a lot of time with Dean. Sometimes just sitting in the library, other times he stays with me for hours in the mainframe room, exchanging stories and talking about old cases.  And here they are going again on a hunt.  I have left the bunker a couple of times to go to town for supplies or for the next package of equipment or gear for the bunker's upgrade but for the most time I was stuck in here.

"Ok, sit here. Easy, be careful."  The boys are back. I walk in the library and see Sam sitting on the edge of the table, an arrow sticking from his right shoulder. "What happened?" "It was an accident. We were at this sheriff's retreat and there was a weapons exhibit. One of the deputies didn't know how to handle a crossbow." Dean answers me. Sam is ignoring me, like usual. "Need help with it?" "I don't need and I don't want your help." Sam declares. I'm going to leave the room and leave them to handle it themselves when I see Dean preparing to try and break the arrow. "Stop!" I yell before he can cause irreversible damage to his brother's shoulder. "It looks like you don't have an idea how to handle an arrow too..." I try to wipe my hands clean of all the grime while I walk to them. My efforts are in vain so I grab some medical gloves from the first aid kit. "I said, I do not want your help." Sam tries to protest. "Oh my god! I don't care! Now shut up!" I cut him off, frustrated. He is so unbelievably stubborn! "It's an arrow made of carbon. Unless you have a flex or a wire cutter, you are not going to break it!" I explain, seeing their confusion. "Dean, move aside! And give me your belt." "If you want me naked, you just have to say so." Dean retorts playfully. "Really?" I look at him and roll my eyes. Those boys are dancing on my nerves today. "Now! The belt!" While Dean is unbuckling his belt I start to unroll the tail of the carbon arrow. When Dean gives me his belt I make Sam bite on it.  "I'm not..." He tries to protest again but I just tilt my head to the side and look at him with a 'oh, you are' look. I had enough with his attitude for today. He seems to understand because he just does as I had told him. The younger Winchester is too tall and I can not pull out the arrow from this angle so I climb on the table. "Are you ready, big guy?" I ask Sam. He stiffens but I don't wait for his answer before swiftly pulling the arrow out. He grunts and clenches his teeth. "Затова беше коланът." I whisper. *That's what the belt was for.* I climb down from the table and see that Dean is staring at me with wide eyes. I take Sam's left hand and make him put pressure on the wound. "Now, you can treat it like a bullet wound. You know what to do with this, right?" Dean just nods, still staring at me.  I ignore him, remove the gloves and go to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. "And make sure he puts it in a sling!" I yell.

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I make Sam sit on the edge of the table. We had been injured too many times but an arrow, that is something new. "What happened?" Em enters the library. "It was an accident. We were at this sheriff's retreat and there was a weapons exhibit. One of the deputies didn't know how to handle a crossbow." I explain. "Need help with it?" "I don't need and I don't want your help." Sam's distrust and animosity towards her hadn't changed with the past few weeks. It was not like him at all. I'm preparing to break the tail of the arrow like I have seen in the movies but I freeze when I hear a sharp "Stop!" Emilia is strolling through the room towards us. "It looks like you don't have an idea how to handle an arrow too..." She fails to wipe her hands in her jeans so she grabs some gloves from the first aid kit.  She is covered in grime and dust, her hair in the usual braid, her glasses perched on her nose. The bunker's mainframe must have not been cleaned like… ever. I realize she has been stuck in that small room for more than a month now. "I said, I do not want your help." Sam repeats again. "Oh my god! I don't care! Now shut up!"  This woman definitely has some sass in her, when she is not trying to hold back and act like a soldier. This is the first time I have seen her snap like that.  "It's an arrow made of carbon. Unless you have a flex or a wire cutter, you are not going to break it!" I never in a million years imagined that someone talking about power tools would turn me on so badly! "Dean, move aside! And give me your belt." "If you want me naked, you just have to say so." I retort but I'm surprised by her taking charge of the situation like that. "Really?" She glares at me through her glasses. "Now! The belt!" I just shrug and give her the belt. She unscrews the tail of the arrow. Hm, so that's how it's done? Then she makes Sam bite the belt. "I'm not.." Sam starts to protest but obviously the look on Emilia's face makes him shut up. The look on his face is one of fury.  The next second she climbs on the table which makes my jaw drop. Her left knee is on Sam's right side, her right knee… between my brother's legs. She is practically straddling his leg. Sam visibly stiffens and stares at me over her shoulder in shock. The look on my face mirrors his. "Are you ready, big guy?" Em acks and I arch my brow. Before Sam can even react, she jerks the arrow from his shoulder. Sam grunts and Em mutters something before hopping down from the table. She grabs Sam's other hand and makes him put pressure on his shoulder then she turns to me. The shock and disbelief on my face must be obvious but she completely ignores it. "Now, you can treat it like a bullet wound. You know what to do with this, right?" I nod and she turns around and leaves the room tossing the medical gloves in the bin next to the door. "And make sure he puts it in a sling!" She yells from the hallway. "Did she… Did she just climbed on you, straddled you and called you a 'big guy'?"  Sam chokes.  "Well…" I look at the doorway where she had disappeared. "She is hot when she is bossy."

Chapter 7: The Fates >>

||The Prophecy Series||

[vrepit-salt]

Hey I saw your tags on that post about 9-5's - I'm a Certified Medical Assistant and I've thought about becoming an EMT in the past but I was always worried about stress and - what's it like working so closely with police?

Hi there! Hope you're doing well 💗

First, regarding the stress thing, like yeah, there is a considerable amount of stress, given the circumstances you find yourself in on calls. You really have no idea what you're gonna walk into, and you have to be prepared for the worst (it's usually not the worst, but you truly don't know).

There's lots of moving parts, changing situations, people, tasks, things to think about, and planning ahead. All of this at a fast pace oftentimes. You learn to manage it and understand that the stress is normal. And most likely, you'll have a good partner and fire crew to help out so things flow smoothly. (If you work 911, that is).

And the police thing.... yeah, it's often conflicting. They're like, a hit or miss. I'm fortunate enough that the area I work in has law enforcement that are actually pretty on the ball with treating people respecfully. And they're often willing to assist on like CPR calls, moving people, extrication, etc. Of course, I'm always mindful of the potential use of force and escalation, especially when there's mental health issues, a crime, or drugs involved. Especially involving minorities or homeless folks too.

There's also been situations where we've needed law enforcement because our safety was legitimately jeopardized, despite our attempts to defuse the situation ourselves. EMS gets threatened, EMS gets assaulted, EMS even gets killed sometimes. This job has considerable safety risks. There's always mutual respect and cooperation on scene with other responders, and we try to keep it that way.

The role of EMS is to care for people. Period. Patient advocacy is our priority.

I encourage you to try EMS, I certainly had no idea I would absolutely love what this career entails. If it's not for you, that's totally valid. It's not for everyone. Becoming a paramedic was simultaneously the most stressful and most empowering period in my life. It's terrifying but rewarding, and a whole lot of fun sometimes. Also, everyone in this field has raging ADHD so if you like being constantly stimulated, moving around, and not having a normal routine... get in loser, lol.

Feel free to reach out or message me if you have any questions or want to talk EMS!

Take care ✨️

[marcusrobertobaq]

By the time we arrive at the scene Emma been a hostage for exactly a hour. Other POs arrived inside this period, we got 3. Deckart (20:03), in my opinion, died before those other 2 officers arriving, as they're on the terrace and seems like Daniel was inside the living room before. We already got a Daniel with Emma doing whatever the fuck for 30 minutes - i think it's related to Caroline (she's out of the scene only when we arrive).

Those other 2 officers arrive and try surrouding Daniel who's threatening to jump and shoots both. One fall on the water and dies, the other one is still alive. The way he haven't died of blood loss yet makes me think maybe he arrived recently.

MY ASSUMPTION IS: the SWAT team arrived very recently, tried evac the dude but Daniel shoots everybody on sight before they can even enter the terrace (he let those 2 POs get inside the terrace and see what happened).

I gonna enter hc territory here to give a timeline

19:27 - John is killed, Caroline is present when it happens

19:29 - Daniel try dealing with Caroline

19:31 - Caroline manages to call the police

20:00 - PO Deckart arrives and Daniel takes Emma hostage, backup is called

20:03 - PO Deckart is killed, Daniel takes Emma to the balcony and Caroline still in contact with the police

20:10 - Media finds out what's happening after people started paying attention on what was happening. 911 also called.

20:12 - Connor being prepared to be deployed, likely already on the way

20:17 - Backup arrives, they check on Caroline and go to the balcony

20:18 - SWAT is called as it's a hostage situation now, an officer tries approaching Daniel but get killed. The other officer survives. The surrounding area is now being closed.

20:22 - SWAT arrives (entry, perimeter and air support).

20:23 - SWAT is ordered to remain in standby by 'em commander, deputy or chief cuz CyberLife saw what happened and said they would send Connor

20:29 - Connor arrives

[killed-by-choice]

Laura Grunas, 30 (USA 2006)

Laura Grunas became increasingly unstable and shot her baby’s father with her service handgun before turning the gun on herself on August 4, 2006. (Note: I do not endorse or excuse Laura’s act of violence, but I recognize that trauma and grief from the abortion led to it.)

30-year-old Laura Grunas, a police officer and volunteer firefighter in Plantation, Florida, showed up at her boyfriend’s home shouting hysterically. 31-year-old Robert Peat had been dating her for about a year.

Neighbors reported that Laura was hysterical the last day of her life, standing outside Peat's garage yelling loudly that he had killed her baby. She reportedly even kicked in the front door (either on that day or earlier). The argument became so loud that neighbors called the police. Laura became very upset at this, saying, "Why is everyone blaming this on me? He killed my baby."

Robert had called a friend, Michael Peat, and asked him to come over while Laura was becoming hysterical. Michael said that when he arrived, Laura became more upset, asking, "If, when he felt the need to call, did he tell you about killing my baby?"

Robert, who according to Michael “tended to keep his personal life personal,” finally told Michael what was going on. Laura’s relationship with him had become increasingly rocky since several weeks before, when Laura discovered she was pregnant with his baby. Robert told Michael that they had decided on an abortion and that even though he was “enormously upset” about it, he had “felt that it was the right thing to do.” Even those close to Laura and Michael did not even know Laura had been pregnant until after the abortion.

Michael also called the police, and when two officers arrived (both of them Laura’s colleagues), they asked her to leave. Robert asked Michael to stay with him, and Michael recommended that Robert get a restraining order against Laura. Michael later told news sources, "Thirty seconds after I tried to make that suggestion, his phone started ringing. .... And then she started banging on the front door."

Laura then used a Smith & Wesson 9mm, her work-issued handgun, to shoot out the sliding glass door to the kitchen and then asked where Robert was. Michael, who suffered minor injuries in the incident, told Laura that he was trying to help them, then fled the kitchen through the shot-out door and called 911.

Laura had been a police officer in Plantation for about five years, and none of her colleagues ever suspected that she was troubled until the time period after the abortion. But after Michael fled to call 911, Laura shot and killed Robert, then turned the gun on herself and committed suicide in his kitchen. Three lives were ended as a consequence of one legal abortion.

(Note: I do not endorse or excuse Laura’s act of violence, but I recognize that trauma and grief from the abortion led to it.)

[themellowyellowmomma]

CW

Mental illness and related issues.

I have been very absent lately.

My friend and neighbor tried to blow up her apartment building last month (mid September) in a psychotic break.

She was staying with me because her apartment was condemned as a result and I'm her support person as I was the last time she had an issue of this type 2 years ago.

She's been in and out of the psychiatric hospital 5 times in the last month.

She believes that people were breaking into her apartment and assaulted her in her sleep, took photos of her in her sleep, and posted photos on the internet. She believes she became pregnant from the assault she thinks happened and that everyone including me set up a secret illegal abortion (she got her period) to cover it up and that I am working with her kids father to make her look schizophrenic and that I'm in contact with her family and lying to her about everything. Last week while staying with me between trips to the hospital she lied and told me she was going around the block to have a cigarette around lunch which she seemed fine to do. She took off and tried to kill herself and came stumbling back at almost 7pm having slashed her wrists and ankles so I could call 911. She was placed in a hotel an hour away.

I have the keys to her place so she is calling me daily to ask about mail and chat. I love her and she is an amazing friend. That being said I am terrified.

I have buried 5 of my best friends already and I can't do it again, I just don't have it in me.

I've been trying to deal with all of this, my children's (special) needs, my health problems and my legal issues with my landlord. On top of that my landlord is making repeated false CPS calls against me so every month I have to entertain a new investigation for the same shit.

I've been very out of it and exhausted but I'm finally starting to feel closer to normal.

[mint-moon25]

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LAST - NAME - ‘PUNO’ - MEANS - TREE

ANOTHER - GREAT - SINGER - WHO - I - MET 2

VICTOR WOOD - LAST - NAME - FR - TREE YES

WEDNESDAY - SUSHI - DAY - $5 - AT - PUBLIX

QUITE - EARLY - MY - FAVORITE - ALREADY

THERE - 911 - 9TH ST - PUBLIX - AND WHEN

THEY - NOTICE - YOUR - FAVORITE - CAN B

INCLUDED - WITH - THEIR - $5 - SUSHI DAY

MAIN - LIBRARY - HACKER (s) - THERE - IN

FUTURE - U - WILL - KNOW - HIM - AS YOUR

INVISIBLE - SEARCHER - WILL - SHOW - HIM

AND - WHERE - HE - IS - WILL - B - GIVEN AT

ONCE - 2 - OUR - TOKYO - MALE SCIENTISTS

RFID - BLOCKING - SCANNERS - FR - THEFTS

AMEX - GOLD - $200,000

GONE - LESS - THAN - 1 SECOND

CHECKING - DEBIT - $5 MILLION - GONE

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THEY - HAVE - SPECIAL - X RAY - SCAN 2

GET - INSIDE - SO - THEY - CAN - HAVE ID

WITH - WHAT - THEY - NEED - LATER - ON

MAIN - LIBRARY - LIKE - CITIBANK - CAFE

PUBLIC - PLACES - HACKERS - CAN - YES

DESTROY - YOUR - NEW - LAPTOPS - AND

THEY’RE - TRYING - 2 - DESTROY - ANIME

JAPANESE - ANIMATION - FREE - TABLET

THAT - I - GOT - FREE - MANNED - ALSO

BY - T - MOBILE - USUALLY - NOT - FREE

$2 - EACH - MONTH - GIVEN - 2 - ME YES

FREE - AT - PARKING - LOT - WHERE - ME

GOES - THURSDAY - FRIDAY

SW 2 ST - AND - SW 2 AV

SO - HERE - AT - BOX VAULT - MIAMI

SELF - STORAGE

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FORGOT - ZIP CODE - BY - MEMORY

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MY - STORAGE - UNIT - 24 HRS - ACCESS

6TH - FLOOR

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GREAT - ACTRESS - THESE-  WOMEN

DON’T - KNOW - HOW - 2 B - BLIND

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REPRESENTED - THE - HILTON - TV

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WORKING - OUTSIDE - MAIN LIBRARY

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HAS - HACKERS - ALSO - I - WENT - AT

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2 - MAKE - US - FEEL - BETTER 2

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WITH - TEXT - NOW - BUT - SINCE - ITS

ALREADY - CONNECTED - BY - LAPTOP

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FLIP - PHONE - FR - WALMART - AGAIN

4 - IT - DIED - SO - CAN’T - USE - THUS

IF - GOOGLE - TEL - BY - LAPTOP DOES

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WE - WILL - SEE - WHAT - 2 - DO - BUT

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KEYBOARD - WORKS - AGAIN

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FREE - FOOD - NEAR - ME AT

SAME - STREET - AT - 7:30P - SOON

GROSS - CUP - OF - NOODLES YES

CHICKEN - BOILED - WATER - ALWAYS

FALLING - ON - MY - L HAND - BUT THE

BAGS - OF - GROSS - BALONEY

SANDWICHES - BUT - DORITOS

2 BAGS - AND - COOKIES - FOR

ONLY - OVER - $4 - AT - MY - CHECKING

FREE - FIFTH - THIRD - BANK

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OVER - $155 BILLION - INTEREST

BEARING - BUT - I - FORGOT - MY

BANK’s - OWNERS - AND - NAME

COMES - WITH - LEAVING - OUR

MAKATI - CITY - I - WAS - REALLY

BORN - BUT - JESUS - LEFT - THE

HEAVENS - 2 - RESCUE - HOUSE

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POEM - ‘ROAD - NEVER - TRAVELED’

REVISED

2 - ROADS - POINTING - DIFFERENT

DIRECTIONS - JUST - STARED - YES

AT - BOTH - TOOK - THE - ROAD LESS

TRAVELED - NOW - AN - ADULT - AGE

59 - REALLY - 1 YEAR - OLDER - THAN

USA - KNOWS - THEY - WILL - NEVER

CARE - ABOUT - ANYONE - BUT THEIR

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TOOK - THE - ROAD - LESS TRAVELED

AND - IT - MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE’

[dxsturbia]

And everybody Hass to breathe in Ericas cigarettes

Joyce’s Frederick mine

You know damn good and well that that is what’s gonna kill not necessarily marijuana smoke

You can harp on the clean air act all you want I’m not being on the one who doesn’t follow it which I assume is the reason for the bullhorn

It’s been true for a decade you cannot /smoke./On public housing

Period

End of sentence

You also cannot pass my door without 24 hour notice or Xpress invitation by me

One of the most addictive drug in the world are you leading cause of lung cancer that actually contributed into the decline of smoking cigarettes that led up to the ban in the first place

It’s my motherfucking house I don’t know what your expectations were at the beginning maybe You believed as a lot of people did that this would be temporary but I live here this is my house and right or wrong I have the right to privacy in my own house if you smell smoke say it’s not coming from you

If you go outside and look upstairs and see that there may be a fire or are you at the very least going to call 911 so that he can get out or are you going to go the extra mile and try to knock on the door and get them out

And if you can call 911 and knock on the door how come you can’t tell me what’s hurting you

[straycatboogie]

2023/02/25 English

BGM: Mr. Children - ニシエヒガシエ

It has passed about 8 years since I started recording how I read books on the site "bookmeter". Looking back at the past record, I feel that I am really weird or "ill". Through these 8 years, the site tells me that I have read 1340 books by today (Indeed, I counted as they are two books if I read the same book twice). As you know, I am not Umberto Eco. So I can never reach the stage of any intellectual, or I might have to say that reading books for me is totally a waste of time. While I read books and spent my time in vain, Ryuichi Sakamoto would do the practice of moving fingers. Sorry, I hurt myself too much, but all I can say is reading is not any beautiful activity as growing up or enlightenment. It is just killing boredom, and, if I choose the paradoxical expression, "that's the goodness!" is my opinion. 

I remember Chuck Palahniuk's "Fight Club", Bret Easton Ellis's "American Psycho", and Haruki Murakami's "After dark" and think that I am "broken" (and I also want to introduce a Japanese great author Ryu Murakami). Therefore, I read so many books, listen to music a lot, and learn English. These novels by Palahniuk and Ellis tell me that "I would have to be broken if I wanted to live as a normal man". Other "broken" essences in me...masochistic, alcohol addicted, having a strong obsession, etc. For example, I always carry at least three books because they make me calm. That is really troublesome to go out of my room. Ah, this kind of topic would become "being proud of unhappiness" or "coming out world cup" so I have to stay calm, but at least, I am a freak. Probably, if we did a grand prix of bookworm in Shiso city, I would get any prize. 

The facility manager tried a lot and enabled the Wi-Fi equipment to connect to the internet again. I felt thankful for that and read Teju Cole's "Open City" with The Byrds and Buffalo Springfield's music. I could remind of the word "actual". He writes honestly and straightly as a minority writer (he is an African American) about the weird real world about racism and politics. His brave attitude of writing these things made me respect him certainly (he also writes about 911 itself and his thoughts in an extrovert way).  As I wrote before, this novel reminds me of Sebald's "Austerlitz". It would become this novel if we add the issue of human race in "Austerlitz" I guess, therefore it tastes like an intelligent and brilliant one.

A friend of mine, an ex-hikikomori person, was offered from the city because he is trying to support other hikikomori people and their family. I always respect him, so it is great news for me. I remember that once I learned about hikikomori by Tamaki Saitou's book when I just graduated from my university. At that period, I had never learned the fact that I am autistic, and I was treated as a useless person at my workplace. I also remember that I was a heavy drinker. After that, I met him and my current friends (from the meeting of autism, the "danshu" meeting, Shiso International Association)... Oh my, I am still single and living this life as a gypsy with books and music, but also I might live the wandering and wonderful life. Wandering days from here to there, I have lived with Haruki Murakami and Yoshio Kataoka's books as my bible. It is like a traveler relies on Polaris to check where they are. I live on this life with U2 and Mr. Children's new releases.

[robbinggoodfellows]

@thespacecatgirl I kinda remembered my idea but its mostly just me projecting on Russ / venting. also its a lot, like I cried writing this bc oops I might have gone a bit far so just fair warning

tw: eating disorders, vomiting, sui, sh

Russel sat on the floor of his dorm during his lunch period. His mom had shown him how to do this a few years ago, how quickly his weight would drop if he could just get over his fear of vomiting. Skipping meals wasn't working anymore. Now that Roman was with him 24/7, it was impossible to get away with not eating. Russ decided he would go to his room during lunch today, not telling Roman where he was because he just couldn't deal with everything right now.

Russel vomited and then leaned back against the bathroom wall. He wiped his fingers on his vest and sighed. Just then, his phone rang. It was Roman. "I have several sources telling me they just heard you puking. Care to explain?" Romans voice was so comforting, even when he was clearly upset. "Sources? What is this, gotcha journalism or something? I'm fine, Roman. I just don't feel good is all." Russ hated lying, it made him more nauseous. "Bullshit." Roman responded, and Russel thought about how he's never heard Roman this angry, "You have too much energy to be sick, when you're sick you can't make stupid witty comments about gotcha journalism."

Russel sighed and accepted that Roman was going to be at his room at any point, and that that would entail having to tell Roman what was wrong. It wasn't like Russ didn't appreciate the way Roman cared about him but, Russel was supposed to be the strong one in their friendship. Russel was supposed to protect him and take care of him not the other way around.

Maybe, if God was as real as the nuns at his school told him, maybe God would kill Russel right now. Or at least give him the power to do it himself. In the moments before Roman arrived at Russels dorm, he had reverse engineered his razor and was laying on the floor of the tiny shower in his bathroom, deep red cuts marking his pale skin.

"Fucking hell, Russ." Roman cursed under his breath as he saw the utter disarray of the room itself. Then he saw the bathroom door, cracked open. He saw Russels arm hanging out of the bathtub like every self harm scene in a movie, 'he's so cliche' Roman thought, trying to ward off the panic as he pushed the door open. "Russel..." he said, staring into the blank expression of his friend. "I'm sorry" Russel whispered, breath hitching as his gaze met Romans. "Tell Charlie I'm so so sorry, ok?" Russ requested, but Roman shook his head and knelt down beside Russel. "No, Russ, you'll tell him yourself, ok? It's gonna be okay. I can help you, ok? You're not going to die Russel; you can't die." Roman scrambled to find bandages or gauze or something to stop the bleeding, Russels blood staining his shirt and smudging across his phone screen as he dialed 9-1-1, trying not to look at Russels face because it hurt too much.

"911, What is your emergency?" The woman on the phone said, Roman put it on speaker so he could press a towel against Russels wounds. "Hello, Im at St. Cassians Catholic School in Uranium city, my friend just tried to kill himself, he's bleeding out, I need help." Roman sobbed a bit, trying to keep Russ conscience by squeezing his hand, knowing Russ always squeezed back. "Please stay with your friend for now, but have someone go get an adult. An ambulance is on its way."

"Roman, I don't want this." Russel said, as soon as Roman hung up the phone, "I don't want to be saved. I'll just be known as the town disappointment. I'll be put in a psych ward I don't want any of this Roman. Just let this happen." Russ cupped Romans cheek gently, wiping away his friends tears.

"Roman..." Russel whispered, just barely audibly, "I love you." He closed his eyes.

To be continued...

[seat-safety-switch]

For a brief, shameful moment in my past, I lived at a pretty upscale condo complex. It wasn’t my fault: the landlord had fallen on some tough times and needed a renter right now, and I saw two guys in the parking lot doing an engine swap on a Jetta. So I figured it was my kind of place.

Of course, as the lease period wore on, I soon found that I was surrounded by enemies hostile to my way of life. The Jettabros left almost immediately, and although I could sometimes make small-talk with the Porsche 911 owners, they would immediately clam up as soon as we rounded the corner in the parking garage and they saw the car that I was driving. Angry words were said about oil leaks. Worse, those angry words were inaccurate – it was actually brake fluid.

Near the end, they wouldn’t even let me do work on the car. It wasn’t spillage, or tools, or parts, or spare engines lying in the guest stall next to me. No, it was the volume and density of profanity emitting from my mouth whenever I had to attempt even the simplest task.

According to the condo board, and I should stress that this information was not followed up with legal action because they are a bunch of chicken-shit assholes afraid of a real attorney, I swore so much when trying to change out a headlight bulb that it reverberated through the concrete foundation and killed a 75-year-old woman sitting on the toilet on the eighth floor. So I had to do all my work in the underground parkade of the local shopping mall, which meant I had to steal old bags from Sak’s out of the condo trash in order to place on the trunk-lid of my car, so as to throw off the many and varied suspicions of mall security.

Did I leave as soon as the lease was up? Yes, but I left as a king. You see, the condo board regulations were not particularly well-written, and my condo was pretty big. After subletting it to approximately 300 of my closest friends, I won the board election in a landslide. Coincidentally, several of my friends/roommates also won elections for their seats, and we were virtually unopposed except for Old Man Johansen. He was so convinced that we represented a Communist plot to overthrow Resale Value, that we had to show him how long of a burnout in a Mustang we could do in the parking lot. Once that was taken care of, the condo was ours.

I learned a lot from that volunteer position. For one thing, condo board reserve funds don’t pay for a carbon-fibre widebody kit for a Volare and a new roof at the same time. And they certainly didn’t have enough in the bank when one of my fellow board members accidentally left an oxy-acetylene torch turned on in the underground parkade all morning.

[daddyy333]

Family | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

TW: ABUSE, ABUSIVE PARTNER, PREGNANCY, UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF UNWANTED PREGNANCY/BABY, ABORTION, MORNING SICKNESS, HINTS AT EATING DISORDER (?) CAR CRASH, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

Word count: 7.2k

summary: Eddie and the group take care of you as you come out of your abusive relationship and then find out you have a baby on the way

y’all I am sincerely sorry for how long this got and how long it took to write and the fact that this is only a part one but uhm yea this took a week to write so I’ll see you in a momth for part 2 💀

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

“Ed-Eddie- Eddie please, I-I need you- he’s gonna k-kill me! God damn it- pick up yo- y-your phone- ahh! No, n-no please-” you whisper-screamed into the phone, until your boyfriend found you in your hiding spot in the linen closet. He snatched you up, throwing the phone across the room and then, throwing you.

“You dumb, stupid whore!” He screamed, kicking you so hard you felt your ribs breaking. You cried and cried, having no choice but to take the beating because of course you’re dating an abusive 6’4 grizzly bear for a boyfriend.

You had been dating (for all intents and purposes) for the last 3 years and it had been the worst 3 years of your life. It was okay for a few months but by the time you were 6 months into the relationship you had been forced to cut everyone off and you were buying more and more makeup than you knew what to do with to try and cover the bruises.

You had to cut everyone off, including Eddie. Especially Eddie. Adam, your “boyfriend”, hated how close you were with Eddie. He didn’t like how happy Eddie made you in comparison to him so he beat you till you could barely move your fingers enough to type out the text telling him you didn’t want to be in his life anymore.

You cried non stop for months, Eddie never knew about the abuse but he was just such a good person and was always te for you and always loved you and protected you when he could and you never ever imagined a life without Eddie in it. But when Adam started threatening to kill the people in your life, you had to cut them off to keep them safe.

And even here, lying in a puddle of your own blood, wheezing, barely able to hear, or see, you stand by the decision. Even on death's doorstep, you would’ve gone through it all a thousand times to protect him and everyone else in your life.

Eddie went over the speed limits 20 miles to get to you, falling to his knees and sobbing once he found you. He was sure you were gone. You weren’t breathing, he couldn’t find a pulse, and your lips were blue and your skin was getting paler all ready. He called 911 anyway. He had to try.

He didn’t know how, or why, but you made it. You woke up a few hours later, you told the cops everything and talked to Eddie for quite some time. You two hadn’t seen each ot in years, and came to find out this was the reason why. Believe me, Eddie was pissed he didn’t try harder to figure out why you weren’t talking to him anymore.

You didn’t say much after that night, and 3 weeks later you were okay enough to live out of your car, so you did. You left Eddie again, not wanting to be a burden to him any longer and started living in your car. You went back to work at the mall, making just enough to survive since you were working as a manager at one of the high end stores.

Yea, life sucked but it was okay for the time being whilst you healed the physical and mental wounds Adam left you with and got your life back. That was until, you were throwing up 1,000 times a day and couldn’t breathe without smelling something that made you nauseous. Not to mention, your boobs hurt badly and were getting swollen like you were about to be on your period, which was super late.

Between the stress of recovering and the relief of no longer being with Adam anymore you didn’t realize you were late on your period. You were scared shitless, this was not the time to be having a baby, especially one with your abusive ex-boyfriend as the father. You felt so stupid, so reckless.

Of course, all the tests you took came back positive. You cried for hours, called in sick at work and it got to the point we you were genuinely contemplating suicide. You knew you couldn’t afford the appointments and the clothes and the diapers, much less the actual baby and you didn’t even have a home. You’d probably end up giving birth in your car, it’d be a disaster and you couldn’t fathom letting an innocent little baby being born into that kind of shitty life.

You did as much research as you could, and you realized you would never be able to afford an abortion. You didn’t have insurance, so it would take forever to save the money and it was a lot more complicated and expensive the farther you got into the pregnancy. You had no choice but to have the baby, probably in your backseat, and probably leave it at a police station to hopefully go to a better family.

You cried nonstop the entire day, you felt like shit, and then you tried to eat and threw it up before you finished the meal and you genuinely felt like you hit rock bottom. You never imagined you’d be finding you were pregnant whilst living in your car barely 2 months after getting out of an abusive relationship that was so bad it almost got you killed at 22.

You thought you’d be in college right now, getting a journalism degree, sending and receiving letters from Eddie all the time, living the dream you’ve had since you were 15. Not this. Certainly not this.

Pregnancy really kicked your ass. You lost more weight than you could fathom, constantly skipping meals because every time you did eat it ended up in the toilet. You couldn’t afford new bras for a while and oh my god did that hurt like hell. You grew fast, it kinda scared you because eit you were farther along than you thought or this baby was gonna be pretty big compared to your small hips, which meant that giving birth was gonna tear you in half.

You were uncomfortable all the time, between the nausea, the sore boobs trapped in tight bras, your clothes being too small, your constant hunger yet persistent morning sickness, and your highly sensitive and emotional state, and your constant inability to sleep you were a complete wreck.

You were also starting to feel all the pain the pregnancy books mentioned, like the sore and uncomfortable feeling in your back, pressure in your hips and pelvis and the sore feeling in your stomach from the muscles getting torn apart for your stomach to grow. Your feet weren’t achy yet, which you were thankful for considering you were on your feet a lot at work.

However, about a month or so after you found out you were pregnant, you lost your job because the boss was sick of you always throwing up and being tired and always coming late and constantly asking if te was any way you could make some extra money or earn a raise.

You were actually kind of happy that day, you had scarfed down a breakfast burrito and didn’t throw it up, and you’d gotten a good amount of sleep last night.

You got through your day, no rude customers or anything, it was one of the best days you had in a while. That was until you were stopped by your boss on your way out. “Listen, uhm, I’m gonna have to let you go, y/l/n. I know you’re pregnant and everything, but you’re…a lot, okay? I’ve found someone better for the job so, uh, you’re fired” he said and you scoffed, tears filling your eyes.

You nodded and said “okay…uhm that's just- that’s awesome. It’s not like I need to eat to keep my baby alive or try to pay for an appointment to see if my child is healthy or anything like that. Fuck you, have a terrible rest of your day” You sniffled and threw your badge in his face and got out of te as fast as you could.

It’s 10pm, you worked the night shift for that asshole and all you wanted was to fucking punch him in his stupid face. You got to your car and just let it all out. You hadn’t cried once since the day you found out you were pregnant, after that you stopped letting yourself cry because it wasn’t worth your time and wouldn’t get you anywe but you couldn’t help it now. It was hard to suppress your emotions for so long, especially with all the hormones which made you wanna do nothing but cry most of the time.

If you hadn’t hit rock bottom before, you certainly had now. No job, no house, soon enough no car, and a baby on the way. You sobbed and sobbed, you couldn’t fucking believe this was happening. You should’ve known not to let yourself actually believe things were getting better. “Nothings ever actually going to get better, idiot” you thought.

You had nowhere else to go, the only person who might let you stay with them was Eddie, but you were sure after what you pulled a couple weeks ago he wouldn’t. Yet you still managed to get here, on his doorstep, a blubbering mess of tears and sobs.

“Y/n? O-Oh my god- what’s wrong, are you okay?” He asked and you sniffled. It was raining now so you were soaking wet, shivering a little. You shook your head and said “no- n-no, nothing i-is okay, I-I…I n-need somewhere to- to stay p-please” “of course, yea, come in quick…come in…it’s okay, breathe, relax. You’re okay, I got you” he said and you whimpered, trying to get to his bathroom.

“Alright, alright relax, try to breathe for me. I’m gonna grab you some clean clothes and you go ahead and take a shower, I already took a shower and Uncle Wayne is still out working for a while so use up as much hot water as you need” he said and you nodded. He wiped your tears away, not without you initially flinching first, and said “try to calm down for me, okay. I’ll make you dinner, what do you want?”

“W-Whatever you h-have is fine” you said and he sighed. He kissed your head and said “okay, the water is nice and warm. Hurry and get in, I don’t want you to get sick” You nodded and closed the door, letting out a shaky breath. You got your clothes off, finally being able to breathe without the bra squeezing your chest and your pants squeezing your bump.

You didn’t take too long in the shower, you just rinsed off and warmed up some and found what appeared to be one of his tight fitting shirt on the toilet seat, which worried you because he didn’t exactly know you were pregnant yet, the shirt you were wearing before was a little more your size but still hid your bump enough that it wasn’t obvious. He also left you a pair of shorts and he must’ve ran to the store really quickly cause he left a pack of panties too.

“Hey, hi, are you feeling better? I ordered pizza it’ll…be- be here soon…” he said, his eyes glued to your bump. He blinked a few times and smiled at you, offering a glass of water. You took it carefully and quietly said “just ask, Eddie…”

“Y-You’re pregnant? Like for real?” He said and you sniffled. You nodded and he said “how many months?” “I-I have no idea…I can’t afford an appointment and I don’t know how to figure it out for myself. My best guess is probably 4 months or so” you said and sat down at the tiny little “dining table” that was more for decoration than practical use.

He nodded and said “is uhm…is it…his?” “Yea…yea it is” you said and sighed shakily, looking down at the floor. You felt like a failure, Eddie was probably figuring out how to get you out of e as soon as possible.

“I uhm…got fired. And I’m living in my car, which I won’t have for much longer if I don’t start making money again to pay it off. I’m trying to save for an appointment but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to hold onto that money for much longer. I didn’t want to come e and bot you with this and be anot thing on your overly full plate but I just…I don’t have anywe else to go,” you said and tears filled your eyes again, your lip trembling.

He bent down in front of you, cupping your cheeks and wiping the tears away. He took a few deep breaths with you and said “it’s okay, y/n. I’ll always welcome you with open arms no matter what. God, every day since you left I’ve been waiting to see you again, to make sure you’re okay. You can stay here as long as you need to, I’ll take care of you. I promise. You’re not a burden or a bot or whatever the hell, you’re family, y/n. Family takes care of each other”

You looked away, trying not to burst into sobs but it didn’t help. “Hey, hey it’s okay…can I hold you?” He asked and you sniffled, nodding. Eddie quickly pulled you up so you were standing and wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his chest. You cried and cried and cried, you just kept remembering all the things Adam did to you and how much you’ve been going through and all the suppressed feelings were coming up with a vengeance.

He held you tight, kissing your head and rubbing your back. “E-Eddie…” you whimpered, struggling to breathe a little. He shushed you softly, he wanted you to just let everything out and relax a bit. “It’s okay, y/n. I’m here, I got you. Let everything out, relax. We’ll stand here as long as we need to” he said and you sniffled, nuzzling into his chest and fully wrapping your arms around him now.

You hadn’t been hugged like this in years, literal years. Hell, you really hadn’t been hugged much at all, Adam made sure he was the only person in your life and that you had no one else to be with or run to except for him.

“You’re okay, y/n…I got you” he whispered soothingly, resting his chin on your head. You let out a shaky breath, whimpering softly. Someone knocked on the door and you pulled away slightly, looking up at Eddie.

“I’ll get it, why don’t you get comfy on the couch?” He said and you nodded, smiling a little. You curled up on the couch, taking a deep breath as you watched Eddie bring two plates over as well as the box of pizza. He left and came back again with two beers and you chuckled softly.

He stuck his hand out with a beer in it towards you and when you shook your head, making him confused. “What, you don’t drink anymore?” He asked and you looked down at your bump, then back at Eddie. He gasped and said “crap- I’m sorry. You can’t drink while you’re pregnant?” “Nope…” you said and he shook his head.

“And that’s why I thank god everyday that I am not a woman” he said, bring you a bottle of water instead. You chuckled and he gave you a slice of pizza, and pulled out one of your favorite movies to watch toget. (I can’t think of a movie Eddie would be into from the 80’s)

You slowly ate the slice, not wanting to get nauseous but also not wanting Eddie to know how little you eat, he would definitely lose his shit if he knew how bad things were. He handed you a second slice and you shook your head, already feeling like crap from trying to focus on not getting nauseous.

“Come on, you’re eating for two, eat another slice,” he said and you hesitantly took it, getting more nervous by the second. You tried to focus on the T.V but after two bites you couldn’t handle it and ran to the bathroom to throw everything up.

Eddie followed you, holding your hair and rubbing your back. “This is uhm…this normal, I think. Pregnant people they…they throw up a lot cause…cause they’re pregnant” he said, trying to figure out how to be comforting.

You groaned and said “ye- fuck- yes, that’s what- shit-” you just kept on throwing up, not able to get a single sentence out. He cringed slightly, but you didn’t see it and he wouldn’t have done it if you could, but it was a little gross.

You sat back, wiping your mouth and flushing the toilet with your foot. He chuckled and handed you a little wad of toilet paper. You whimpered softly, placing a hand on your achy stomach. “What- what, do you have to throw up more?” He asked and you shook your head.

You sniffled and said “no, no I’m fine…I-I just…ugh I feel like shit now” You started tearing up, damn these fucking pregnancy hormones. You took a deep breath and said “do you have any extra toothbrushes laying around? Actually nevermind, I have one in my car”

“I’ll get it, I’ll be right back” he said and stood up, and sped off quickly. You closed your eyes, letting out a quiet sob. This was not supposed to fucking happen. You had stopped trying to get away from Adam because you knew deep down that unless he killed you there was no getting away from him so there was nothing left to do other than give up.

That was until, you saw a corroded coffin poster and had to go, you had to at least get a glance at Eddie for the first time in years. You did and Adam decided to come home early which meant he found out and that was the night he got arrested. You hadn't told Eddie that, and you didn’t plan on it because you knew it would break him.

“here,” he said and handed you a toothbrush. You brushed your teeth and he left you alone again, and sat down in the living room. He felt so bad for you, he wanted to hold you forever and just keep whispering that it was gonna be okay until it was. He put the pizza away, at some point in highschool or throughout his life he’d also heard that smells make a pregnant person nauseous as well.

You came back, your face all red and slightly puffy again as you curled into the corner of the couch. “Do you uhm…do you have to eat again….or uhm, w-what-” he said and you sighed. You ran your hands through your hair and said “I’m fine, I don’t want to eat again, I just uhm…I’ll be fine, thanks”

“Ok…” he said and sat next to you again, continuing the movie. You knew he wanted to ask about we you’ve been, if you’re keeping it, he probably had a million questions to ask you.

“We can uhm…we can talk about it now if you want to” you said and he nodded. He played with his hands nervously and said “where uhm…where have you been?” “I was living in my car…it’s not the safest or the most comfortable but I need to spend as little money as I can” you said and he nodded, a little sad knowing you were living in your car this whole time when he would’ve gladly let you stay with him for the rest of your life.

You sighed shakily, trying to stay relaxed and calm. “Is the baby healthy?” He asked and you shrugged. You chuckled and said “I have no clue, I can’t afford an appointment, remember” He nodded, giving a sad smile knowing you were struggling so much.

You sniffled and said “I…uhm I’m gonna have to give the baby away. I’ll probably leave at a police station or something, but I’ll never be able to take care of them the way they deserves” “You have to give it up, or you want to? You can tell me if you don’t want it. But if you do, I want you to know that we will make this work. You’ve always wanted to be a mom, y/n, ever since we were kids you’ve always been eager to take care of your baby cousins and the neighbors kids. Being a mom is something you undoubtedly were made to do. I know these circumstances aren’t ideal and you’re allowed to not be ready and to not wanna have this baby. But do you?” He asked and you sniffled.

You wiped a stray tear away and said “I-I have to…” “y/n….” He said and a few tears rolled down your face. He scooted closer and grabbed one of your hands. He held it tight as he said “do you want to have the baby you are carrying right now? I’m not gonna judge you for what you choose, and I’ll support you and take care of you either way”

There was a few moments of silence, your sniffles and whimpers the only sounds in the room along with the faint noises of the movie you were supposed to be watching. You looked up at him again and nodded as you said “I-I want to keep it s-so bad…I- I-I do…but I just- I can’t afford it, esp-especially since I’m fucking jobless now. And this- this baby- I can’t force them into a life as shitty as this, they’re better off w-with someone e-else”

Your tears had increased now that you were really saying it out loud and Eddie’s heart broke. “Hey, hey don’t say that. You and I - we can do this. You can live here for the rest of your life if need be and I will help you raise your baby and I will be here for you in every way I can and I will be the very best fucking uncle on the planet” he said, making you laugh slightly.

You sniffled and said “do you-…d-do you really th-think this could work? I mean- I-I-” “hey, if it’s what you want we'll make it work, okay? I want you to be happy, I want you to be the mom you’ve always wanted to be” he said and you nodded weakly.

You closed your eyes, trying to stop more tears from coming as you said “I am…I-I’m gonna keep this baby. O-Oh god,” He smiled and you chuckled softly, him giving a soft, reassuring squeeze to your hand.

You yawned and he said “you tired? Come on, I’ll get you nice and comfy in the bed and I’ll take the couch” “what? No, Ed’s this is your house” you said and he sighed. He stood up and said “it’s your house too, it always has been whether you needed it or not. And, you’re pregnant so if anyone deserves the bed it’s you, you’re sleeping for two now so you need to be as comfy as possible”

You just chuckled quietly to yourself, following Eddie into his room. He made the bed for you, putting on fresh sheets so you wouldn’t have to sleep on spilled beer and hot sauce all over the mattress. “Thank you, Eddie. For putting up with all this. I know I can…be a lot sometimes but you’ve always dealt with it, I couldn’t ask for a better bestfriend” you said and he smiled.

He turned on a fan and said “you’re not too much, y/n. I love taking care of you, I love seeing that pretty smile, it’s really not a problem” You gave him a soft smile, god you’d smiled more in the last hour and a half than you did in the last 3 years prior.

Yea, pregnancy still sucked after that. You found another job within two weeks and it paid decent considering you were now a waitress. Eddie had noticed your shrinking frame, besides the bump of course and hadn’t said anything yet, becuase he knew you couldn’t do anything about the morning sickness (morning sickness is a lie by the fucking way, and if you don’t think so tell that to y/n who woke up at 2am last night and damn near threw up all over the floor for no reason at all)

Anyways, you were supposed to meet the friend group today, after staying at Eddie’s for 3 weeks he’d had enough and insisted you had to, and you were really nervous. You kept feeling butterflies in your stomach, and they felt weirder than normal. Eddie had been so supportive, he’d bought every pregnancy book in sight and was helping you save for an appointment.

He would drive you to and from work, massage your feet for you after a long day and even try to help relieve any pressure in your back if you’d let him. He knew based off what he read that some women struggle to breathe as it is while being pregnant so when he realized that you were also squeezing your chest into a small bra he was adamant about getting you as many as he could afford so you weren’t uncomfortable.

He’d been dealing a lot, using it to go towards the appointment and buying you clothes, and stretch mark creams, and he’d even bought a few little onesies he saw that were too cute to leave behind. He loved every minute of it, he loved seeing you smile more and more everyday, because it meant you were getting better.

But still, you were still crazy nervous about meeting his friends. He talked about them all the time, and they sounded like good people but you hadn’t had good social interaction in a very long time. You two got in the car and he noticed how fidgety and tense you were.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked and you shook your head. You sighed shakily and said “nothing it’s just…I-I’m nervous, that’s all” “don’t be…they’re gonna love you, and they’ll be excited they are getting a new member to the group again in a few months” he said and smiled at you, making you blush slightly.

He learned a lot more about what Adam had done to you as the weeks went on. A lot of late nights, and a lot of tears were shed to get there but those mini therapy sessions had you smiling more and more everyday. It was still pretty rare, but sometimes you’d forget about Adam and life felt like pure bliss for a moment.

You fell asleep on the way to the house so Eddie just carried you inside, making everyone relax because they still had some time to think about what they were gonna say and do. With your permission, Eddie had told them the basics of your situation and some of them nearly cried when they heard it. They just wanted to make you feel okay, make you feel comfortable.

“Don’t stare like that. No exotic animal staring, we talked about this” Eddie said as he tucked you in, kissing your bump and leaving you be. They all fidgeted nervously, eventually sitting back down wherever Eddie sat on the floor in front of you.

They fell into comfortable conversation, stopping whenever you made any small groan or movement. Eddie just chuckled at how careful they were, he knew you were fine, just uncomfortable because of the pregnancy and you’d fall right back to sleep in no time.

“Eddie…” you groaned, flipping over so you were on your back as your eyes fluttered open, your hands gently rubbing the sleep from them. He turned to look at you and said “hey, sleepy head. Are you okay?” “Yea, yea just…mmh” you said and stretched. You winced, scratching the itchy skin on your bump due to the skin stretching so much so fast.

“You’re on Steve’s couch by the way. You fell asleep in the car, and everyone’s getting pretty antsy and wants to talk to you” he said and your eyes shot open, you sat up so fast your heart practically stopped for a second as pain surged through your lower back.

“Ow- fuck! Eddie- god damn it why didn’t you wake me up?” You said and pulled Eddie’s your shirt down. You groaned, smoothing your hair down and Eddie chuckled. “H-Hi?” You said and they all waved or quietly said hi

It was the day after Christmas, so there were still tons of lights and a huge tree, and all kinds of Christmas decor. You looked down at your hands, picking at your nails nervously. “Guys…come on, say something” Eddie said, putting his hand on your lap so you could play with his rings and calm down.

Dustin took a deep breath and said “sleep well?” You nodded cautiously, feeling those butterflies again. They felt so weird and awfully strong, it was like there were real butterflies in your stomach.

“So like…there’s a real baby in there? Like, actually?” Robin asked and you chuckled. You looked down at your stomach and said “I hope so. I didn’t swallow a watermelon seed not to long ago so we’ll see” Eddie smiled, he was glad to see you weren’t stumbling over your words or anything, you seemed comfortable and relaxed.

You sighed and said “so uhm…w-what are your names?” They all said their names quietly, which made you wonder if they thought you were really fragile or something. “That’s…a lot” you said and Eddie stood up, sitting on the couch next to you.

“So like, you and Eddie?” Steve asked and Eddie rolled his eyes. He scoffed and said “god no, Steve. And you will not even try anything because if I find out I’m gonna kick your ass so hard you’re gonna be shitting your teeth out for a week. For fuck sake, she’s pregnant too, jsut cause she has a heartbeat doesn’t mean you have to date her”

You chuckled at the last part, but you’d be lying if you said that the way he said “god no, Steve” so fast didn’t hurt you. You’ve had a crush on him for years, and the hormones are probably making it stronger but you wished you were with Eddie everyday, and that when you gave birth in a few months you’d be holding Eddie’s left hand, both of your wedding rings shining as you brought your first kid into the world.

I mean, as of now you definitely weren’t ready for a relationship but they way he sounded so disgusted at the suggestion didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Ignore Steve, he’s a literal manwhore” Nancy said and you noticed Robin biting her lip as hard as she could trying not to laugh.

“Do you uh…know how to play D&D?” Dustin asked and Eddie shook his head. You shrugged and said “kinda? I’ve played games with Eddie over the years but I don’t know how I’d be now”

“Do you like Kate Bush?” Max asked and you nodded, you didn’t go out of your way to listen to her but you didn’t mind her music. They eventually started asking a million questions and soon enough Dustin and Steve went out to get everyone burgers and fries.

“So…Christmas just passed and uhm…you’re our new friend so we all got you some gifts” El said as her, Mike, and Will all carried them out. Your eyes widened and Eddie raised his eyebrows, he didn’t know about that.

You tried to tell them it was okay and you didn’t need anything, Eddie had to promise unlimited massages for the rest of the pregnancy just so he felt like he wasn’t doing something wrong by not giving you anything for Christmas.

Mike bought diapers, El bought a little onesies with Waffles all over it that had a matching pair of socks and a beanie, Will bought a little stuffed bear, Robin bought a bunch of cute little neutral outfits since you weren’t sure if it was a boy or a girl yet, Nancy and Jonathan bought a whole ass stroller which is when you started crying, Max bought a little music player that was supposed to help babies sleep, and when Dustin and Steve got back Dustin got it a pack of pacifiers that has little monsters all over it and Steve got it a few swaddles and blankets

“I…hate you guys,” you said, wiping your tears away as everyone laughed. Eddie chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly. You sniffled and said “at least it’s stuff for the baby and I’ll actually be able to use it” “yea, Eddie said you don’t really do gifts but we figured we could spoil the baby instead” Dustin said and you smiled.

You ate the best fucking burger of your life and they all asked more questions about the pregnancy, and also about you. You got up to get yourself more water, and noticed you still felt those butterflies from earlier.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie said as he came in and noticed you looking down at your bump like something was off. You looked up and said “nothing just…I’ve been feeling butterflies all day but I’m not really nervous any more, at least I can’t really tell if I am so I don’t know why it’s still happening”

“Butterflies? Are you sure they aren’t kicks?” He asked and you shook your head. You drank some of your water and said “no, no it can’t be. This is my first baby, I’ll probably feel them in a couple weeks, it’s a little early for me to be feeling kicks and stuff”

“That’s for most women. Maybe you’re special. Maybe your baby is kicking and you're an idiot” he said and you smacked his arm playfully. You chuckled and felt the butterflies again, making you start to wonder.

You lifted your shirt, pressed against your stomach and noticed a faint little twitch in your bump, as well as that butterfly feeling again. “Oh my god- wait, Eddie I think you’re right. Look, look,” you said and grabbed his hand, pressing it to your bump.

“Woah…that’s weird,” he said and you chuckled. You showed him how you could kinda see it too and he was like “dude, that baby is totally kicking…Jesus Christ we have got to get you to an appointment” “we actually can…I thought we had to pay a lot but we actually have more than enough for the appointment. Almost the amount for 2” you said and he smiled, he was really freaking excited, his kid or no.

The gang found out about the kicks, and they flipped out too, Dustin thought it was pretty cool and Steve thought it was pretty freaky that there was a real human in there. You totally crashed on the way home, Eddie was beaming at the fact that you did so good today and you weren’t super anxious for the most part, and you bonded so well with everyone.

He was so happy that you could finally go to an appointment, he literally called the doctors all by himself that night and got you an appointment for tomorrow. You were so happy when he told you, you felt so happy that you had that kind of person in your life who cared so much for you and you were especially glad that it was Eddie.

The next day, you ran a few blood tests and stuff, and after quite a while Eddie was waiting in the room with you for the ultrasound. “You think we can find out what it is?” He asked and you shrugged. He played with the ends of your hair as he said “what do you think it’s gonna be?”

“I feel like it might be a boy. I don’t really care though, I just want this baby to be healthy” you said and he nodded. Eventually when the doctor came in, you heard the heartbeat and literally burst into tears. Eddie couldn’t help his laughs, but he did struggle not to cry at the heartbeat. He was attached to this little baby too, he couldn’t wait to meet it.

“Ok…it looks like we’ve got a baby girl on the way. Look at those kicks, baby is very active at the moment” the doctor said and you sniffled. Eddie knew it was coming, you began to cry even more at the news that you were having a daughter.

Everything was pretty okay, but there were definitely some concerns which Eddie was gonna do his best to handle. The morning sickness was supposed to go away a while ago, and the doctors even believed that the reason you were losing more weight than you gained was because of the prolonged morning sickness. They prescribed some pills and medications that would hopefully help with it, and Eddie really, really hoped it would. The doctor told you not to worry too much, but he did want you to really make sure you try hard to improve it because it could be a problem in the future.

The baby was healthy, a little small but not too small to the point where it was putting her at risk. Eddie was just glad to know your little one was okay, he knew it would’ve been epically stressful for you if the doctor had given you really bad news.

Eventually you started really getting along with the group. You were closer to Steve and Robin, but the younger members were super fascinated by the kicks and the wriggles of your little girl so you spent plenty of time with them.

They’d even massage your feet for you when you asked, which you couldn’t help but take advantage of sometimes. Oh my god, and don’t get me started on how much they fed you. Ever since Eddie told them about how the doctor recommended you eat a little more, they’d been shoving food down your throat non stop. Every time you hung out with one of them, you ended up eating till you were absolutely stuffed.

One of your favorite moments was when you, Eddie, and Dustin were walking around getting baby clothes and stuff. You found a place selling burgers and stuff and had been complaining about how you were starving the whole way there. You then attempted to order a small combo and Dustin and Eddie threw a fit. You wanted the small combo cause it cost less but thing 1 and thing 2 weren’t having it and you absolutely had to get a large combo.

It took a while for you to be okay with asking them for the things you craved. You didn’t necessarily enjoy asking for food, period, so it was really big for them when you started asking for food of any kind.

They took care of you well, always making sure you were okay and the baby was okay. Every minor inconvenience caused by the pregnancy was taken care of, but you surely wouldn't dare to complain. “Hey, why are you awake?” Steve said and you groaned. You sighed and said “she’s kicking…a lot”

“Yea? You didn’t drink a whole lot of water before you went to bed did you?” He asked and you shook your head. “Have any caffeine today?” He asked. Again, no. “No, my kid is just a brat. I’m fine, Steve, really. Go back to bed” you said and he sighed.

Some of you had hung out and slept over at Steve’s house, and you knew you’d come to regret later considering this baby was super active at night. “No, you’re not fine. You should be sleeping. Is there anything I can do for you to help?” He asked and you shook your head.

You rubbed over the spot she was really kicking at and said “nope. Go back to bed, she’ll get tired eventually” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He chugged a glass of water and said “if you aren’t up in time for work tomorrow I’m calling you in sick. No if, and’s, or but’s” You shook your head, acting scared as if that was a crazy punishment that would ruin your life.

The baby really liked Eddie, so sometimes he was stuck to your side all day long to keep her from kicking your ass. “Eds? Oh, please, please get over here” you said and he quickly ran to the bedroom in the trailer.

You sighed and said “please, just talk. If she hears your voice maybe she’ll stop” “oh- uhm…Hi, you know me. I hope so. I’m uh…uncle Eddie. I’ve been putting on all those super cool metal songs through the headphones for you to listen to. S-Start em’ young, you know?” He said and you groaned, grabbing his hands.

You placed them on your stomach where she wouldn’t stop kicking and took a deep breath, really hoping that she would just stop. She always kicks so much and nonstop, it’s honestly crazy. “Please…please….” You whimpered, you were trying to do laundry before this but the baby had a problem with that.

“I-I’m sorry” he said and was about to move away but you stopped him. You gasped and said “no wait, don't go…oh my god, oh my god you’re my savior” He chuckled, moving so he was more comfortable. He sat behind you, still keeping his hands on your bump and pulling you a little closer so you would rest against him and he could hold you.

You’d been getting closer with Eddie, when you first came to him you were terrified to be too close to him, let alone touch him. But now, a little side hug here and there felt okay. You really trusted him with your whole heart, which was big for him because he wanted you to have someone like that after Adam and for it to be him made him so freaking happy.

“You’re stuck here for the rest of your life” you declared, putting a hand over one of his as you smiled, feeling no harsh kicks from your little she-devil. Eddie chuckled, kissing your head. “How long was she at it for?” He asked and you sighed.

“I don’t remember really, but her kicks have been getting stronger and stronger the farther I get into this pregnancy and she was just trying to knock the wind out of me while I was doing laundry” you said and he sighed softly. You started folding up laundry and he said “glad I could be of service to you” “damn straight” you said and giggled.

However, things took a bit of a turn at the end of your 6th month of pregnancy. You started feeling weaker, and the meds weren’t working as well, and you got really dizzy sometimes. You didn’t want to freak Eddie out, so you didn’t tell him and hoped this was just some kind of fluke and it would pass.

But it didn’t, not at all. She kicked so much too, which kept you up night after night and you were finding it hard to sleep even if she wasn’t kicking up a storm. And it really became a problem when you were on your way to work and you passed out while driving.

yasss cliffhanger😝 (sike I just didn’t know how to end this and I was like “I need to do a second part this shit is getting too long omfg)

Eventually I’ll be writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

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[fear-of-flyers]

enough to last a lifetime (part 1)

Owen Power x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: pregnancy, a little angst, swear words (if there's anything else please tell me!)

Shit. I’m only 19 and I definitely am not ready for a child. Oh my god Owen’s gonna kill me, he just got drafted and he has his whole career ahead of him, fuck I’m screwed. You know what, calm down. I haven’t even gotten a test yet, maybe I’m not pregnant and the fact that my period is 2 weeks late is just a fun coincidence! Yeah, that’s definitely it. Perfect.

These were the thoughts that ran through your head as you walked from your dorm to the campus CVS to buy a pregnancy test. And despite trying to see the best in things you knew that this wasn’t just some fun coincidence and that you are definitely pregnant. At least you knew who the dad was?

You had been dating Owen for almost 3 years, meeting in your junior year of high school after your family moved from Boston for your dad’s job. You were attached at the hip and neither of you could imagine life without the other. You surprised him with your acceptance to UMich, the both of you mentally preparing for at least 4 years of long-distance as you finished out your degree wherever you ended up. But, after touring the school with him you loved the campus, applying for their education program, and telling him the news after the last hockey game of his senior season. The point is, you couldn’t imagine life without him and were definitely nervous about his reaction if you did end up being pregnant.

When you finally got to the store you thanked the gods that it was empty and that you didn’t know the cashier. You walked right to the ‘family planning’ aisle and past the condoms you probably should have used (wrap it before you tap it besties), to look for the cheapest tests you could find. After grabbing those you get yourself a pint of Ben & Jerry’s (to cry into after Owen inevitably leaves) and head to the checkout. The cashier, thankfully, minds their own business and you are soon out and heading back to your dorm, hoping that you didn’t see anyone you knew.

Finally arriving back at your dorm you were grateful to have an attached bathroom, knowing you would rather die than take a pregnancy test in a communal restroom. Accepting your fate you lock yourself in the bathroom, knowing that your roommate had class for the next hour you couldn’t avoid it any longer. It was time to pee on a stick. You did just that, placing the test facedown on the counter and sliding down onto the floor as you set yourself a five-minute timer. With that done, you couldn’t avoid thinking about the situation you were in, panic rising at the thought of being pregnant and in college. Two minutes left on the timer and you were fully panicking, tears streaming down your face as you hyperventilated. On instinct you reached for your phone to call Owen, sobbing harder when you realized that that wasn’t an option.

Your next option was Luke, the two of you becoming super close as the year went on, and you called him praying that he would answer and wasn’t with the boys. “Y/n? Hey? Y/n are you there?” Luke said, picking up on the second ring. Calming your breathing down you answered “Yeah, I’m here. Can you come over please?” Clocking the fact that you were crying Luke quickly rushed to pack up his studying and asked “Are you okay? Should I call Owen? Should I call 911?” That made you laugh, reassuring your choice, and you took a minute to check the timer before answering. “Kind of, please no, and absolutely not.” You said before summarizing the current predicaments. “I think I’m pregnant and I’m taking a test and Owen is going to leave me and I just need someone here.” At that, the line went silent and your heart sunk. If Luke wasn’t gonna be able to help who would you have? You didn’t want to be alone right now and even that was falling through.

On the other end of the line, Luke finally realized that he fell silent and that even though he was literally outside of your dorm building you probably needed reassurance. “Shit, sorry I’m here. Like literally, and figuratively too. The point is I’m outside and you aren’t alone, or won’t be alone? Someone let me in I’m coming up I-” Your laughing suddenly cut off his rambling “I’m in the bathroom in my suite, please come right in. Oh! Grab the ice cream and two spoons on your way in.” You said, grateful for Luke making you laugh even if it wasn’t on purpose. “Okay, I’m outside your suite so I’m gonna hang up,” Luke says and you hear a door open and close followed by shuffling in the kitchen and footsteps before the bathroom door finally opened, the weight of silence settling in.

“Well? Are you?” Luke says, placing the ice cream on the floor before sliding to sit next to you. You shrug your shoulders, looking up at the test before saying “I wanted to wait until you got here. Can you look first please?” Luke nods, reaching for the test and turning himself a little bit away from you, ensuring that you wouldn’t see it before him. After looking at it he realized that he had no clue how to read a pregnancy test and grabbed the box, comparing the examples to your test. “Well, Y/n, there are definitely two lines,” Luke says, handing the test over and moving back next to you. As you look at the test and let reality sink in Luke reaches over to grab the ice cream certain that it’s the next move. That’s proven slightly wrong when you suddenly break out into a fresh round of tears. Luke puts the pint down, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into his side.

This is the position you still find yourself in 45 minutes later, ice cream back in the freezer thanks to your roommate’s class ending early, the two of you half asleep. Having fully calmed down you unfolded yourself from Luke’s arms and declared it nap time. You hugged Luke goodbye and promised to tell Owen soon then cleaned up the bathroom (and hiding the test) before crawling into bed to sleep forever.

You finally woke up 8 hours later, at around 10 p.m., to banging on the door and your phone buzzing like crazy. “Y/n? Y/n are you in there? Luke said you were here. Are you okay?” You recognized the voice as Kent’s, wondering why Owen wasn’t there himself. “I’m here gimme a second. I’m fine Kent.” You yelled back, grabbing your phone and walking over to open your door. “Hey, sorry I was asleep. Is everything okay?” You ask, swinging the door open and almost hitting Kent in the process. “Is everything okay? Yeah, I’m banging on your door and everything is just peachy.” Kent responds, rolling his eyes and barging into your room, plopping himself down onto your bed. “Check your phone Y/n.” You mumble “Kay,” unlocking your phone and deflating when you realize how many notifications you had from Owen. “Shit. We had a date didn't we?” You say, looking at Kent. He looked up from his phone and rolled his eyes as if to say ‘No shit idiot’ before letting you continue. “I should apologize, something came up and I had to cry for a while then I fell asleep. Do you think he’s mad?” Kent looks up at you like you’re insane. “No you idiot, he’s not mad just worried. He was looking forward to the date and this isn’t like you. Just talk to him. I can drive you over, just let me piss first.”

Processing, you nod and walk over to pull on your shoes and put on a hoodie. You move to sit on your phone but before you can settle Kent’s shout of “holy shit” startles you. That’s when you remember the full events of the afternoon and the pregnancy test in the drawer with your hand towels. You quickly stand and start running towards the bathroom when the door bursts open and Kent runs out, test in hand. “You’re fucking PREGNANT? Don’t look at me like that, I’ll quiet down but let me have my moment. When did you find out? Are you gonna tell Owen? Is Owen even the dad?” He rushes out, waving the test wildly. You snatch the test from him and put it in your purse before answering. “Yes I’m pregnant, I found out today, I am going to tell Owen and of course, he is the father.” Kent is still staring at you in shock so you push past him and open the door “Can we go now?”

Kent finally stopped freaking out enough to drive the two of you the 7 minutes to the apartment he and Owen shared, and it was your turn to panic as you turned the corner to the front door. You stopped suddenly, yet before you could open your mouth Kent pushed you toward’s the door and into the apartment. “O, I’m home and I brought you a present,” Kent yells into the space. Keeping you in front of him, Kent moves the two of you further through the entryway and into the kitchen. “I don’t want anything unless it’s Y/n. Leave me alone Kent.” At that Kent rolls his eyes (again) and pulls you into the living room, shoving you into Owen’s lap before walking towards his room shouting “Figure your shit out!” in your direction.

The slam of Kent’s door gave the two of you no excuse to sit in silence anymore so you pushed yourself off of Owen’s lap, pretending not to see the hurt that flashed over his face as you did so. “Are you okay?” “I’m sorry for missing dinner” The two of you spoke at the same time, chuckling in appreciation for the brake of tension. “You go first,” Owen said, reaching for your hand, unsure if you wanted the contact. You grabbed his hand fully before starting again. “I’m sorry for missing dinner. Something came up and I fell asleep and completely slept through my alarm. Is there anything I can do to make it up?” Owen sighed, grateful that you were okay and didn’t want to break up, and pulled you fully into his lap again before answering your question “I’m just glad you’re okay. There is one thing you can do though, spend the night?” You snuggled further into him, allowing yourself to ignore the looming issue before responding “Of course love.”

Sometime later the two of you were watching Tangled on the couch when Kent came out of his room. “Oh thank god the two of you made up, I don’t think I would’ve been able to handle it if you hated each other,” Kent said, making himself comfortable on your other side. “We wouldn’t have hated each other,” Owen said, “It was just a simple miscommunication, no big deal.” You chuckled uncomfortably, “Yep, just miscommunication!” Kent stilled for a moment, your response helping him realize that Owen still didn’t know. Upon that realization he poked you, widening his eyes to question why you didn’t tell him. “It wasn’t the right time,” you said under your breath before turning back to the movie, silencing any response. “It wasn’t the right time” Kent mocks, turning to the movie himself.

Finally, the movie ended and the three of you decided to head to bed. “Night Kent, Y/n are you coming?” Owen said as he pulled himself off of the couch and headed to his room. “Yeah, just gimme a sec, I want to grab water.” You responded, turning to Kent because you knew he had questions. “So…” You said, letting the awkward silence take over. “So? What do you mean ‘so’? A miscommunication??? Y/n the child in your uterus is not a miscommunication, how dare you hurt the feelings of my future niece/nephew. Also, you have to tell him.” You get up to grab your water and respond to Kent’s series of questions. “Technically a miscommunication isn’t wrong when you only know what he knows. Also, the baby is barely alive it can’t hear you yet and I know I have to tell him. I will after the game tomorrow.” Turning off the lights in the living room Kent rolls his eyes for what feels like the millionth time that day, “Fine but you have to tell him. If you don’t by the end of the day tomorrow I will.” You go to protest before realizing that he isn’t being completely unreasonable. “Fine,” you relent, “Goodnight Kent.”

[casper-the-rose]

From across the room Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Part 2 is up! Here

Background: this takes place after season 4 (well what’s out currently anyway) and Vecna has been defeated. y/n is currently close friends with Robin and the others, when suddenly a new plague takes over the town. Teenagers and children around Hawkins have been in mysterious comas which turn their pupils and the whites in their eyes black, no one knows the cause.

Additional notes: I had writer's block while writing this and did not proofread so apologies in advance. Also I most likely will write a part 2, considering most of this is more of background and like story than the actual like lovey dovey part if that makes sense.

  Warnings: fem!reader, but they/them pronouns are used and no explicit mentions of the reader being female. This is my first time posting something like this on tumblr so constructed criticism is greatly appreciated

Reminder! My requests are open, I do Robin Buckley mainly, but I can also do Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, and Eddie Munson :)

   “ Wait wait wait, huh?” Robin says, obviously confused after you just ran into Mike Wheeler's basement out of breath stammering incoherent sentences. “ S-something happened, something bad.” You manage to get out in between wheezes. “ What bad? Wait, weren't you just with Nancy?” Mike says, panic rising in his voice. “ Yeah, that’s the problem.” 

     Steve drives Robin, Y/n, Mike, and Dustin, to Lovers Lake. “ Wait, so why didn’t you just call us on the walkies?” Steve says once everyone is out of the car. “ Oh wow Steve I totally didn’t think that it’s not like no one picked up.” You say, sarcasm in your voice. Steve glared at Dustin, “ Heh, sorry low battery.” Dustin muttered. 

     You sigh and walk over to Robin. “ Hey, are you okay? Like the weird coma thing didn’t get you too or anything, right? I mean I know you’re not in a coma now but we don’t know anything about this like that's why you and Nancy went over to see if the watergate was maybe still open but- god I’m rambling again aren’t I?” Robin says, and you chuckle. Even though you would never admit it, you love the way she rambles on. “ I’m fine, I promise.“ You reassure her. “ Okay, good. You’d tell me if you started showing any signs of rabies, Right?” You laugh and hug her. “ Of course.”

     Soon enough, you get close to the lake, where police tape is blocking off the rest of the path. “ You called the police?!” Mike almost yells. “ Be quiet! And of course I did, it’s not like I could carry her. And what, you wanted me to leave your sister in a boat alone in lovers lake or on the forest floor?” Mike sighs and you walk up to the police officer “ Hey um- I’m the one who called 911. Sorry after I panicked and got Nancy’s brother and friends.” You say, pointing to the group of people behind you. The officer sighs. “ We’ll interrogate you and your buddies later. Go run along now and uh, stay safe.” He says, dismissing everyone. Robin sighs. “ Well at least you tried?” She says, trying to be helpful. 

     “So what was the point of dragging us here?” Steve sighed. “ Follow me.” You demand more than suggested, going off the path and towards who knows where. “ Y/n's gonna get us all killed.” Dustin mutters. “ Yeah, that's what I like about them.” Robin chuckled, before chasing after you. “ Y/n! Y/n! Hey, wait up!” 

     After about 15 minutes of walking, you finally stop in front of a small pond that could probably only fit one  person at a time. “ Woah..” Robin said, peering into the pond. There was a strange red glow coming from the bottom. “Ha! Now what'd ya think of that!” You proudly declare. But there was no answer.

You turn around to find your not in the woods with Robin anymore. Instead, in your first period middle school classroom, seated next to Robin Buckley. You catch her staring at you, and she quickly looks away. But this Robin doesn’t look like your Robin. She's smaller, and her hair is longer. It takes a minute for you to realize this isn't your Robin After looking in the window behind you, you let out a sharp gasp. This is middle school you. You’ve somehow been transported years upon years into the past. “Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit jumpy.” Robin says with a chuckle. “ Y-yeah i'm fine.” You whisper. How the hell did I get here?

~Meanwhile~

“ Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! Shit, shit shit! Please please wake up.” Robin begged as she shook you, tears streaming down her face. Your eyes were black, and your chest was slowly moving up and down. “Please  please please.” She whispered. 

[hawnks]

Your period fainting post killed me bc I have endometriosis and have that same problem— and everyone is so quick to think I’m exaggerating. But the evidence is stacking now that I have:

A) passed out in the bathroom stall of an Applebees and came to with a manager belly crawling underneath the door while a very anxious waiter called 911,

B) Blacked out while backing out of a driveway and took out not one but TWO mailboxes,

And C) fucking swooned during a family trip to this giant, rural Christmas tree farm and nearly got lost in a snowdrift

I’ll admit it’s funny now, but it’s so FRUSTRATING when no one takes it seriously like I’m over here DYIN my guy

NOT THE APPLEBEES

but yeah i think people have trouble understanding that it’s not like…. a personal failing, like it’s not controllable. i can give it my best college try, and i will still be laid out at the end nsndndnxmc

[comprised-of-magpies]

Some safety & survival tips

This isn’t something that I’d normally post, but with college starting I thought I’d share some tips I’ve gathered over the years for staying safe (edit: I was informed a lot of these are basic knowledge, but I’ll share anyway because you never know)

if a room in your house randomly smells like fish, check the outlets, melted plastic often gives off a fish odor and unchecked could start an electrical fire

don’t swerve for deer and risk you or your car, hit it, with the proof of hitting it insurance can help cover the damage (edit: sorry, I don’t mean to encourage killing an animal, and I know the deer can do some hefty damage, this is just if your options are swerving full speed into a ditch/other car, or hitting the deer, the deer might be a better option. obv if you think you’ll be fine swerving out of the way, do that)

speaking of ^, if you see a deer on the road and it runs off in time, keep going slow and stay on the lookout, there’s more often than not more than just one deer and you never know if it’ll jump into the road

however, swerve for a moose, you’re going to hit the legs and then you have 1500 lbs coming thru your windshield

if you’re in a dark, unfamiliar area, keep the keys handy, for one the key itself can easily be used as a weapon, two if you set off a car alarm it might grab someone’s attention if you’re in danger, or at least deter someone threatening you

try not to be wearing heels if you know you’ll be in the situation above. first of all, everyone knows it’s hard to run in heels, so an opportunist will likely target someone that won’t as easily get away. secondly, it just hurts to run in them. I was out past 10pm walking several blocks to where I parked my car and noticed two guys tailing me, and while my heels were thick and only about 4-5 inches, running a block to my car in sheer terror left my ankles beyond sore the next day, and I can only imagine how catastrophic it would’ve been if my foot got caught in a hole or if my ankle twisted.

if the water retreats quickly and farther than normal, pack it up and run, that’s a sign of an oncoming tsunami

stranded in the cold? don’t stop moving. shaking and shivering is good, that’s the body’s way of trying to stay warm, if you suddenly stop shivering, it means your body has given up and you’re past the point of it being able to warm itself. don’t let someone take their clothes off either in the cold. this sounds weird and obvious, but when you’re exposed to hypothermia-inducing conditions for so long, your nerves get fried, and you start thinking you’re boiling alive and don’t contain rational thought anymore

if you haven’t eaten or drank anything for a period of a couple days, pace yourself when food/water is available. If you consume too much immediately after starving, that’s a massive shock to your system. When concentration camp survivors were freed, they were given too much food for their malnourished bodies to process, and that’s fatal.

if vomit/poop is like black tar or coffee grounds, see a doctor, that’s a sign of internal bleeding (obv periods for girls are different, if menstrual blood is like coffee grounds there’s a good chance it’s just really, really old blood, but it’s still a good idea to check in with a doctor)

a lot of predators (I know at least mountain lions/cougars) are deterred from attacking if they see your face/eyes

if you’re hitting the gas pedal, and the tachometer is moving, and the car is not, you’re hydroplaning. Your first instinct is to hit the brakes. DON’T HIT THE BRAKES. Your best bet is to ride it out, gradually slow down, try and let other cars know what’s going on, pull over and calm down.

car windows are strongest in the middle, aim for the edges or corners

911 should work anywhere (even other countries), SIM card or not, for free, so don’t waste time scrambling for change at a pay phone

if you’re in a pool and the water tastes metallic, get out, there’s an electrical short in the water

a seriously upset stomach is another sign of a heart attack

if you’re getting manhandled into a van, don’t fight fair. fight to get away as soon as possible. elbow or palm to nose, heel to toe, thumbs or elbows to eyes, knee to groin, strike the ears, nails to throat, do whatever you can and make as much noise as possible. don’t get taken to a secondary location

don’t punch the face, punch the throat. no matter how weak you are, a fist to the windpipe is enough to stun anyone

the flesh on the underside of the arm is fragile. try pinching it, it hurts right? even lightly? pinch someone there hard, and PULL. you can tear out muscle fiber and tendons doing that, and it’ll hurt. a lot.

if you think you’re in danger, call someone, or even just pretend to call someone, and then make plans, loudly. even fake plans work, just make them soon. if someone is following you, knowing that you’ll be expected somewhere/your absence will be immediately noticed is sometimes enough to ward off the very unfriendly folk.

it’s worth it to keep pepper spray, I accidentally indirectly caught myself with it when testing to make sure it works, and the smell alone made me tear up. I was coughing and blowing my nose for several hours after, so imagine spraying it in someone’s eyes, the intended use.

it’s worth shining a light in the backseat of your car, especially if you left it unlocked. the previously mentioned unfriendly folk have used the method of laying in the back waiting for you to enter the vehicle, so a couple seconds to check can’t hurt.

keep valuable looking items away from windows, this hopefully lessens the chance a burglar will choose your house

be wary of a big truck or van parked next to your driver side door, that’s also a kidnapping tactic. It’s worth it to get in on the other side—lock the doors immediately—and crawl over

be wary of someone stopping you and asking you for directions, if you’ve seen a dog, etc, as opportunists prey on your inclination to be helpful (obv it’s not bad to want to help people, but don’t be afraid to say “no, sorry” and keep moving, this is how Ted Bundy lured in his victims)

if someone grabs you, drop your body weight. rag doll, go limp. the attacker will likely have to adjust his grip. If they manage to keep ahold of you, don’t try and pry away their hands, try and grab their thumbs and BEND

if you’re aware you’re having a heart attack, force yourself to cough, that’ll keep the heart pumping

You’re better off screaming “FIRE!” than “HELP!”, as people often don’t want to get involved, which is sad and frustrating but true, but a fire involves everyone around you

if you’re struggling to light a (gas) stove, and it’s making the clicking noise but there’s no flame, wait for awhile because now there’s gas in the air that depending on how many times you tried to light the stove, wouldn’t be a good idea to light

when giving cpr: dominant over nondominant, to the center of the chest between the nipples. it helps to hum Staying Alive, as the tempo aligns with the cpr treatment. don’t stop if you hear/feel a rib crack, bones mend, a stopped heart doesn’t

tip from firefighters: search rooms with the back of your hand. if you think a room is on fire, feel the metal door handle with the back of your hand, that way if it’s hot you burn the back and don’t reduce your ability to grip things. this also prevent grabbing ahold of an electrical outlet with a current in it, the electricity invading your body will contract your muscles making you unable to actually let go of the outlet

Keep adding your own please! This is a very short list, and you can never know too much on safety precautions