#and she's probably heard him yelling and crying through his bedroom door

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

I just know Grizel cares so much about Fitz.

She's known this boy since he was 14 (?) and she's watching him grow up.

She's hung around him for years, day and night.

She's eavesdropped on his conversations, and she was there for all of the aftermath of Alvar's betrayal.

She watched his world fall out from beneath his feet first hand. She heard the whispers that followed him everywhere he went. She watched his shoulders fall.

She probably watched him bake treats for his friends. She probably watched him cry and grieve. She probably dragged him out of his bed and showed him how to work out to get out of his head. She probably reminds him to eat, and to get some vitamin D. She probably listens to him pace his bedroom well into the night. She probably listens to him talk to Mr. Snuggles when he's really overwhelmed and just needs a friend who won't judge him.

She'd die for this little sad, short-tempered baby who has done nothing wrong ever in his entire life. And her heart aches for him. For the way he can be surrounded by people, but still be so lonely.

She probably knows him better than most people just off of observation alone.

idk man. we never talk about it. and the friendship angst/potential is immaculate.

[masonmontz]

notes: so, i know it's not a good day because of the news, but i still hope this cheers you up a little :(

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

dad!mason word count: 1,7k

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“Shit” Mason swore loudly and you heard a toy being thrown away. You laughed, he probably stepped on a toy that made even his soul hurt. “Annie, I won't say it again, come pick up all the toys you threw on the floor” you were startled when you heard Mason's loud voice to Annie, because he never spoke to you like that. 

You decided not to interfere, because Mason is also her father and he was scolding her for a reason.

“But dad, I'm playing with my toys, you can't ask me to put everything away” she snapped loudly. You were in the kitchen preparing dinner while Annie was in the living room playing and watching. 

Mason came home stressed from Carrington, but he never took it out on you, until today.

“I'm not asking, I'm ordering” he said to her and the house was silent for a few seconds. “Collect all these dolls and then we'll have dinner.”

“You are the worst daddy in the world, Julie's dad never asked her to put away her toys” she yelled at Mason in a tearful voice, and you dropped what you were doing to walk into the living room.

Wow.

You arrived in time to see your four-year-old girl running up the stairs and then you heard her bedroom door slam. Mason sighed, running his hands through his hair and face, realizing that he had overdone it and was now considered the worst daddy in the world.

“What’s wrong, Mase?” you asked, placing your hand on Mason's shoulder and he looked at you tiredly. 

“I had a bad training session today and I took it out on her, now she hates me.”

You laughed as you left a kiss on his cheek, knowing it wasn't true. Annie loves her daddy and nothing in the world would make her hate him, but she's figuring out her own emotions, and sometimes you forget she's just a kid.

“I'll talk to her, set the table for dinner, please.”

You went up the stairs and went to Annie's room, opening the door and just popping your head in before entering. She was lying in the middle of the pink blankets and you could see her shoulders moving from the sobs of her crying.

Understandable, after all Mason never yelled at her.

“Hey, honey” you sat on her bed, pulling Annie onto your lap. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Daddy yelled at me” she sobbed and held onto your coat, putting her face in the fabric and crying even more, feeling safe to cry in your arms. 

“Oh my love, daddy didn't mean to yell at you, he had a stressful day.” 

“But I just wanted to play with my toys” she cried louder, grabbing your neck with her little arms. 

“I know honey, daddy will apologize, okay?” you left a kiss on her cheeks and wiped away some tears. “But you can't yell at him, he's your father.”

“I don't want to talk to him right now.”

“No? Don't you want to come down for dinner?”

“No, I'll stay here.”

You sighed, Annie is upset with Mason and he's going to be upset with himself when he finds out she doesn't want to have dinner because he yelled at her. 

“I'll bring you dinner, okay? Do you want me to turn on the TV?”

“Yes, please.”

You left Annie lying down while you went downstairs, and Mason was in the kitchen putting food on the table and raised his eyebrows when he didn't see Annie with you. 

“Where is Annie?” he asked as he put some of the noodles on her plate. You could see on Mason's face how much he was blaming himself for yelling at his little girl. 

“She doesn't want to come down for dinner, I'll take the food to her.”

“What? She doesn't want dinner because I'm here?”

“You can't blame her, can you?” you grabbed the plate for her as you watched Mason sit down and cover his face with his hands.

“Shit, I'm a terrible dad.”

“You know that's not true, Mason. You're a great father and you know that, she's just a little upset, I think you should apologize.”

“Yes, I'll bring her dinner. Will you wait for me to eat?” 

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Mason slowly opened the bedroom door, and Annie was sitting on the bed watching the cartoon with a few tears streaming down her face. Mason felt terrible, he never wanted to hurt his baby on purpose.

He carried with him a plate of mashed potatoes and chicken, a glass of juice, and a chocolate bar to please Annie. Annie didn't even look at Mason when she heard him enter the room, and it broke his heart into several pieces. 

“Hey love, daddy brought your dinner” Mason put everything on the table next to the bed and sat down next to Annie, and not even the smell of the food made her look at him. Mason saw her eyes full of tears, and he himself wanted to cry for yelling at her. 

“I don't want to eat.”

“No?” Mason pouted, laying down next to Annie on the bed, but she continued to ignore him. “Annie, could you forgive Daddy for yelling at you? I was stressed and yelled at you, but that's really bad. Do you remember that mom and I taught you not to yell at people?”

“Yes.”

“I didn't mean to yell at you, could you forgive me?”

Annie didn't respond.

She just got out of bed, walked to the pink table in her room and started eating alone, still extremely disappointed by Mason's screams, after all she had never heard Mason raise his voice like that.

Mason's heart sank, and he just shook his head to himself when he realized that he still hadn't been forgiven.

And even though she didn't want Mason's help to eat, he stayed by her side until she finished dinner, and when she had eaten all the food on her plate, she walked over to the small pile of books in the corner of the room, picked up the colored pencils and began to color, without saying anything to Mason who was watching her.

Mason picked up the dishes and went downstairs sadly, which didn't go unnoticed by you, who was in the living room waiting for him to have dinner. 

“Did she eat it all?”

“Yes. Alone.”

Mason's voice was low, and from his face you could tell things hadn't gone well between him and Annie. You walked into the kitchen behind him, and it looked like Mason's world had ended, his shoulders hunched, his head down, and his eyes sad.

You walked over to him and hugged him from behind as he put the dishes in the kitchen sink. Mason sighed when he felt your arms around him and held your hands, you rested your face on his back, leaving a few light kisses and Mason leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

“I feel like shit. I didn't mean to yell at her, I don't know what happened, and she's so disappointed in me that she ate alone and didn't want my help.”

“You don't have to blame yourself so much, Mason, it happened. If you feel like this now that she's four, imagine when she's eighteen and runs away to her boyfriend's house?”

“Don't tell me that” he grumbled and you smiled against his back, and you rubbed your palm on his chest, trying to somehow comfort him. “I don't know what to do to make her forgive me.”

“She is not able to resist you, give her some more time, soon she will forget” Mason nodded and you let go of him, he turned around and you left a light kiss on his lips, drawing a small sad smile.

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Annie didn't forgive Mason, he's the one who puts her to sleep almost every day, and Mason didn't hide his sadness when she asked for you at bedtime. Mason sadly took a shower, lay down on the bed and waited for you.

“She still doesn't want to talk to me?” he asked as soon as he saw you.

“I told her you were going to take her to Carrington with you and she said she doesn't want to go.”

“But she loves going there with me.”

Mason didn't know what to do to make Annie forgive him, and he thought of all the toys he could buy to make her forgive him, but he knew you would argue with him if he showered her with unnecessary toys.

Mason went to sleep planning on the sweets he would buy for her the next day, because no one can resist any sweet, and he slept among his own thoughts while you stroked his hair, still trying to comfort him. 

Mason woke up hearing a cry in the middle of the night, getting up scared when he heard Annie's cry. You didn't even move while you slept, in the last few nights you had suffered from insomnia and it was the first night you slept soundly.

He ran to Annie's room and found her sitting on the bed crying heavily, and Mason didn't think twice before taking her in his arms to calm her down.

“What’s wrong, baby?” 

Annie clung to his neck, tears fell on Mason's skin and he didn't let go of her as he left a few kisses on her strawberry-scented hair.

“Nightmare, there was a witch chasing me.”

“It was just a bad dream, love, you're safe with daddy, okay?” Annie nodded, relaxing completely into Mason's strong arms. “Do you want to sleep with mummy and daddy?”

“Yeah” Annie sniffed, Mason picked up the teddy bear that always slept with her and walked slowly towards the bedroom. You hadn't even moved, Mason was relieved because Annie had forgotten about their argument, and she was hugging him so tightly because she was still scared of the witch.

“You're safe, okay? There's no witch here” Mason whispered and Annie nodded, he placed her in the middle of the bed and lay down, feeling his daughter snuggle into him like she usually does when she sleeps with the two of you.

“You were going to protect me, weren't you, daddy?”

“Always, love.”

“I love you five hundred, dad” she whispered to not wake you, smiling at Mason and closing her eyes to sleep.

“Wow, that’s too much” Mason whispered back, kissing her forehead as he tried to hug the two of you. “I love you six hundred.”

[loud-sturniolos]

Crush, 2

A Chris Sturniolo fic

SUMMARY:

After the universe managed to make Chris and Y/N’s friendship awkward, Y/N goes on a date with another boy, only for her night to end up with her crying in Chris’s arms instead of naked in a strangers bed like she’d planned.

WARNINGS:

Same as pt. 1(hard on the cliche warning), a bit of angst, ends in fluff + confession, switching POVS (mainly 3rd person though), Y/N being kinda stupid/oblivious for a moment, not proof read.

TROPES:

Friends to lovers, one bed (pt 1), best friends brother, slowburn romance

A/N: I did not describe Y/Ns outfit for the date, because I know not everybody wears what I would have described, so y’all can make up your own outfit 😽 Also, never been on a date before, so forgive me for the terrible writing about said-shit-date

link to part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/loud-sturniolos/750056049665572864/crush-1

Chris ran into his room, expecting to see Y/N there, but he didn’t. He heard Matt laughing in the living room, and assumed he was with Y/N.

After Chris got dressed, he made his way up to the kitchen and found Y/N eating poptarts with Matt and Nick, all laughing about something. He stared silently at Y/N for a moment, admiring as she giggled at something Nick showed her on his phone. His eyes then went to Matt, who gave him a sly smirk before going back to talking to Y/N.

Y/N seemed to be ignoring him, he chalked it up to the fact she was probably embarrassed about what happened, which he was too. He walked over to the cupboards, looking for something to eat for breakfast.

“So, who’s this boy you’re going on a date with?” Nick asked Y/N, being obnoxiously loud. Chris looked over with his brows furrowed, trying to ignore the jealousy bubbling up. “You’re going on another date?” He asked, to which Y/N hummed in response, refusing to even look at him. “Yeah.. it’s not like a proper date though, I mean I don’t even know if I like him.. he’s cute though.” Y/N said quietly, unable to hide the smile that graced her lips as she spoke about the anonymous boy. “That’s nice.” Chris replied blandly, making Nick raise an eyebrow but say nothing.

It had been a few hours since Y/N showed obvious signs of her crush on the anonymous boy, and Chris was sat alone in his room playing Lil Skies and scrolling through Instagram, mindlessly sucking a lollipop when his bedroom door opened and Y/N walked in. Chris’s jaw dropped at the sight of Y/N’s gorgeous, but fancy, outfit. Chris, not so subtly, checked Y/N out, his eyes scanning from the gorgeous heels, all the way up to her gorgeous makeup. “Do I look good?” She asked quietly, clutching her purse in her hands in front of her stomach. “You look amazing.. but I thought you didn’t like fancy dates?” He replied, Y/N’s face softened ever so slightly at the fact the boy remembered. “Yeah.. but he really wanted to take me to this fancy restaurant.” She mumbled awkwardly, shrugging her shoulders. “Oh, alright.” Chris shifted to sit at the edge of the bed, all he could think about was the dates he’d take Y/N on, dates that she would enjoy just as much as he did.

Y/N smiled gently and walked over, opening her arms for a hug. “I’m about to leave, so..” “He’s not picking you up?” Chris said as he stood and wrapped his arms around her waist, unable to hide the annoyed tone in his voice; this guy did not know how to treat a girl, Y/N deserved better, Y/N deserved a guy like him. “No, he said he couldn’t, Matt’s dropping me off.” The girl replied, her arms locking around Chris’s neck as she rested her head on his chest. “Alright.. text me when you get there, yeah? And when you get back home?” He mumbled protectively, pressing a gentle kiss to her head. Y/N blushed slightly at the kiss, pulling away as Matt yelled for her to hurry up. “I will, bye Chris. I’ll see you later, yeah?” A smile graced her lips again, it was even bigger than the one she had when talking about the anonymous boy she had a date with, and Chris took pride in that.

Matt dropped off Y/N at a fancy restaurant, “Text me if you need picking up, alright?” Matt said before she shut the door and walked up to the front of the restaurant, waiting for her date.

After 40 minutes of waiting, Y/N sighs and pulls out her phone to call a Uber to go home, but then her date shows up finally. He stops in front of her, and looks nothing like he claimed to look like. His profile said tall and brunet, the man in front of her was at most 5’3”, and his hair definitely used to be brunet; not so much any more.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” He said, a lustful grin on his cracked lips, “Um.. yeah, are you..” She took a moment to glance at her phone, at the dating profile of the man she thought she was meeting, “Daniel.?” She continued. “Yeah, sorry I don’t look like my pictures, they’re from a while back.” He replied nonchalantly, then grabbed Y/Ns wrist not-so-gently and dragged her into the restaurant, “I can tell..” Y/N muttered under her breath.

As the two sat down, a waiter walked over and took their orders. “I’ll have a steak, and a whiskey sour.” Daniel says, not very politely, to the waiter, and before Y/N could order her meal he speaks up again. “The lady will have a salad, and a glass of red wine.” Y/N raises an eyebrow, “I’m sorry?” She said, absolutely baffled at what was currently happening, “What?” Daniel replied, his voice muffled by the bread he’d already stuffed in his mouth. Y/N stayed silent for a moment, letting out a sigh and standing up. “I’m going to the bathroom.” She spoke bluntly, before walking away.

Once in the bathroom, Y/N opened her bag and took out her phone, immediately ordering an Uber. Once the Uber was confirmed, she put her phone away, fixed up her makeup then walked back out.

Instead of sitting down, she leant over to pick up her bag, then looked at Daniel, who looked confused to say the least. “This isn’t going to work out.” Y/N said, trying to sound as polite as possible. “What? Why?” Daniel snapped, he no longer sounded or looked smug, or lustful, he looked more..aggressive.

Y/N sighed and took a small step back, staying as calm as she could. “I just don’t think it’ll work out, I’m sorry, it was lovely meeting you.” She spoke politely, trying not to make Daniel angrier than he already was. “Well, what about the bill? I’m not paying for it.” He scoffed, “I’ll venmo you.” She said before quickly leaving the restaurant.

After a minute of waiting, the Uber pulled up and Y/N got in, but instead of giving her address she gave the triplets address, and after a quick 10 minute drive of awkward small talk with the Uber driver and trying not to cry over another failed date, the uber finally pulled up at the triplets house.

Y/N POV

I got out of the uber, walking up to the front door and knocking gently. After a few minutes, I could hear voices from inside.

“Who the fuck would be here at this time?” “I don’t know, Nick. How the fuck would I know?” Then the two brothers could be heard arguing, the sound of the door unlocking calmed my nerves ever so slightly. The door opened to reveal Chris, who raised an eyebrow at the sight of me, then his eyes widened as I threw myself into his arms and started sobbing into his chest.

Chris pulled me inside, shutting and locking the door, one of his arms staying firmly around my waist. “Who is it?” I heard Nick yell from the kitchen, “It’s Y/N, and shes upset about some-“ Chris couldn’t even finish his sentence before Nick and Matt had rushed over, Nick pulling me away from Chris, who scowled ever so slightly. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Was the date that bad? Do I need to beat his ass?” Nick rapid fired questions at me, I wasn’t even listening. “Okay, Nick— Give her some space.” Matt said calmly, gently prying Nicks tight grip away from my shoulders. “Do you want to talk about it, Y/N?” “No.” “Okay, why don’t you go have a shower and calm down, and then we can watch some movies?” Matt pat my shoulder, before I hummed softly and walked away, heading toward Chris’s bathroom.

Chris’s POV

I raised an eyebrow as we watched Y/N walk to my bathroom, usually she went Nick’s, but we didn’t say anything.

“Me and Nick will find a movie and get snacks, Chris you let Y/N borrow some of your clothes for the night.” Matt said before walking towards the TV, then Nick walked back to the kitchen, and I went to my bedroom.

After about 10 minutes, Y/N walked into the room in just a towel, her hair still damp and messy. I didn’t even notice I was staring until she cleared her throat, “Oh, yeah— Sorry, here.” I mumbled awkwardly, eyes now staring at the floor as I handed her one of my Fresh Love hoodies and matching sweatpants. “Thanks.” She said, still staring at me with the clothes in her hands, until I realised she was waiting for me to leave so she could change. I nodded and got up, quickly leaving the room and shutting the door behind me, leaving her in peace to change.

3RD person POV:

Y/N quickly changed into Chris’s matching Fresh Love set, rubbing her eyes gently before walking out the room and back to where the boys were.

Chris looked up first as she entered the room, trying, and failing, to hide a smirk as he saw the girl in his clothes. Matt and Nick looked up after Chris, smiling at their friend as she walked over and sat herself in between Nick and Chris. “What movie are we watching?” Y/N asked, her hand grabbing some popcorn out the bowl on Chris’s lap. “Let it Shine.” Nick replied softly as he pulled Y/Ns head onto his shoulder, rubbing his best friends neck and shoulder comfortingly.

The movie had finished about 10 minutes ago, Nick had gone to bed halfway through, and Y/N was fast asleep with her head on Chris’s lap, her cheek pressed against his thigh. “Shes so pretty,” he says softly, making Matt smile at his lovestruck brother. “When are you gonna tell her?” “I was thinking tomorrow.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”

Matt stood up, stretching before he grabbed his phone and a bag of chips from the coffee table. “I’m gonna head to bed, you need help carrying her?” He said jokingly, “Nah, I got it.” He said with a smirk, picking Y/N up by her waist and walking to his bedroom after bidding him goodnight.

Chris got to his room and placed Y/Ns sleeping body on his bed, pulling the covers over her before getting ready for bed himself, he paused mid-taking his shirt off at Y/Ns sleepy voice. “Chris?” “Yeah?” “love you.” a blush spread across Chris’s face, he turned to face Y/N, seeing her eyes still closed and he realised she was talking in her sleep. He sighed softly and rubbed her cheek, “love you too, ma.” he whispered before climbing into the bed on the other side, pulling Y/N into his chest as he fell asleep.

The next morning, Chris woke up first. He was completely exhausted, he was in and out of sleep all night because he couldn’t stop overthinking about confessing to Y/N. It was about 11AM, he climbed out of bed slowly, trying his best to not wake the sleeping girl.

He managed to get to his bedroom door before he heard a small groan, turning his head slightly he saw Y/N stirring in her sleep. A soft sigh left his lips as he walked back over, his hand gently rubbing her shoulder. “G’morning, ma.” He said, his voice almost inaudible as he didn’t want to wake her up fully. “Morning..” she managed to reply, her eyes only open ever so slightly. “I need you to wake up for me, I gotta talk to you.” Chris said gently, and Y/N opened her eyes a bit more and sat up, leaning against the headboard. “Mhm?” She hummed softly, now looking curious as well as half asleep.

Chris sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and fidgeting with his hands in his lap. After a minute of silence, he finally speaks, his voice shaky and nervous. “Y/N..” He took another second before blurting it out, “I like you.” “Yeah, I like you too.” She says with a sleepy smile, “No, Y/N, I like like you.” Y/N went silent, processing what he said. “..are you asking me out?” “I guess, yeah.. yes, I’m asking you to be my girlfriend— or at least go on a date with me.” Y/N stayed silent, a blush spreading across her face as she took a minute to collect her thoughts “Chris, I..”

tags:: @sturnioloshacker @mattslolita @jamiesturniolo @stasiesturn @sturnsbabie

[lemonlover1110]

Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 19] Execution

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Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping, Mentions of Blood and Killing

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Satoru isn’t sure on how to properly break up with someone, so when he sits across from Leiko. He rehearsed this a couple of times, and tried to prepare himself for every possible situation. Whether she cried, or screamed, or even threatened him. She likes Satoru a lot, so he doubts that she’ll handle the news too well.

“This is a really nice place… I feel underdressed.” Leiko comments as she looks around, even though she isn’t close to being underdressed. She fits right into the crowd of people. But maybe that’s why she feels underdressed because she’s used to standing out.

“You’re fine.” He says, looking through the menu. She begins to say something, but he isn’t paying too much attention. He does catch the “You should pay me a compliment, I’m your girlfriend y’know” but nothing else. She keeps talking and talking, and he hums in response as he tries to figure out how to break up with her. When she mentions your name, he looks up from the menu and then at her.

“How is she? Haven’t heard from her ever since we went out for dinner.” She asks. She tries not to smirk, and Satoru notices. “I hope she didn’t feel threatened when I mentioned our baby–”

“I don’t need you anymore.” He cuts her off, and her eyes widen. She furrows her eyebrows before she slightly tilts her head to the side. She smiles, trying to play off her anger.

“What do you mean, baby?” She asks, and Satoru immediately knows what she’s planning when she slowly raises her voice. She wants the whole place to go quiet for her to cause a scene– To be the victim so he won’t break up with her. So he doesn’t go through the embarrassment.

“I’m breaking up with you.” He responds before he stands up from his chair. “And if you want to scream and cry in the middle of this place, that’s fine. Doesn’t change the fact that we’re done.”

And just as he expected, she does begin to yell some lies into the air, causing a scene. But he couldn’t care less as he walks away. He tunes her out, grabbing his phone to send you a text message. You’ve been ignoring him ever since he crashed your date. He’ll head to your apartment to talk, since he really wants to talk to you.

Maybe it’s time for him to explain the truth.

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Just as expected, when Satoru knocks on the door, Kaya opens it. She crosses her arms as she glares at Satoru. She leans against the doorframe and looks at Satoru up and down, “I’ll only let you in if you’ve broken up with that girlfriend of yours.”

“Then I have some great news.” Satoru responds, pushing Kaya to the side. He knows that she won’t get out of the way either way, so he might as well save himself the time. Kaya stands dumbfounded, slowly blinking. But she doubts that Satoru is telling the truth. He walks to your bedroom door, which is open, but empty. The bathroom door is open as well, and you’re clearly not there. He walks to the living room and looks at Kaya, who walks back in. “Where is she?”

“She stayed the night with her new boy toy.” Kaya answers as she takes a seat on the couch. Satoru furrows his eyebrows, hoping that this boy toy isn’t Suguru. The date he crashed was only a couple of days ago and he doubts that you’d stay the night with someone so fast– Or maybe you would because you had just met when he knocked you up. But you wouldn’t do that while pregnant… Would you?

“Getou?” He asks and she nods her head in response. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

“You know him, right? At least that’s what you said when you ruined her date.” She points out, but Satoru doesn’t pay much attention to her. He has other thoughts in his head, other thoughts that are more worrying. “You know… I don’t believe a word you say. You’re probably still with–”

“Give me your phone.” He orders, interrupting her. She shakes her head. “Have you talked to her? Give me your phone.”

“She’s been texting me.” She answers, which doesn’t help Satoru calm down. “Why do you look like that? She’s fine.”

“You know anyone can send a message. What the fuck is she even doing over there still? Look at the time.” He says, causing her to grab her phone and click on your number before calling. She’s sure everything is fine. But you don’t pick up the phone, and that worries her. “Is she not picking up the phone?”

“Probably busy.” She awkwardly chuckles before trying again. You don’t pick up the second time, and she puts the phone down. She chews on the inside of her cheek before she shakes her head, “She’ll call back in five minutes.”

“And if she doesn’t? Then will you finally give me your phone?” 

“If she doesn’t, we’ll wait until tonight to go to the police–”

“She’s a pregnant woman, Kaya! I’m not wasting my fucking time. That’s the mother of my child and I’m not going to wait around to check if she’s alive.” Satoru slightly raises his voice, clearly irritated and worried. He extends his hand and holds his palm out. “Now give me your phone and unlock it.”

“Why do you need my phone?” Kaya asks as she unlocks it and gives it to Satoru.

“I know that she shares her location with you. I just need to check that, nothing else.” He answers as he looks through her phone to find the app that shows your location.

“Does she not share her– Dumb question, nevermind.” She responds. He finally finds your location, and he dashes out the door. Kaya has no option but to run behind him. She grabs the first pair of shoes she finds and holds them while she tries to catch up to Satoru. When she gets to the passenger door of his car, she tries to open the door but it’s locked.

“It’s best if you stay here.” He tells her, but she still attempts to open the door. Satoru ignores it, even when she says,

“C’mon, she’s my best friend.” 

“You should’ve thought about that when you told me to wait till tonight. You’ll just slow me down. I’ll bring your phone back tonight.” Satoru says as he turns on the car. He closes the door and even though Kaya still holds the car door handle, he begins to back away. She lets go and just watches as Satoru leaves. Maybe he’s right, it’s best if she just stays. She’ll just slow him down. She isn’t too sure if she can trust Satoru though.

But he took her phone, and she isn’t walking all the way to Daisuke’s apartment, so she has no other option but to trust him. You’re carrying his baby so she hopes that means something to him. She’s overthinking, he’s going after you because he’s worried about you, not to cause you any harm.

She walks back to the apartment, the worst still flooding her mind.

-

A pungent smell fills your nostrils, and it makes you open your eyes. Your eyes land on the ceiling, and it looks unfamiliar– You don’t remember falling asleep. You had a date with Suguru, you had fun talking to him, and you realized how nice it was to talk to him. He invited you back to his place but you declined. You remember walking home and then nothing after that.

“You’re finally awake.” You hear his voice, and you lift your head. You see Suguru, and your eyebrows furrow. Your legs are tied together while your hands are tied to the bedposts. There’s nothing you can do to get out of the restraints, the ropes around your wrists too tight. Your eyes wander around the messy room, there’s dry blood on the walls, and you begin to worry– For how long have you been out? Is that your blood? 

“Suguru–” You say, and he brings a glass of water up to your lips. His hand goes under your chin and he tilts your head up. You want to refuse the water but you’re too thirsty to refuse.

“Good girl.” He responds when there’s not a single drop of water left. He puts the glass down on a nightstand that’s next to you before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying your best to remain calm in the situation, even though tears well up your eyes. You feel as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest, and your stomach is churning. You’re about to puke, but you try to hold it back. “Is this about Satoru?! Let me go! He’ll immediately know it’s you and he’ll call the police!”

He chuckles. He stands up and he stares down at you, one hand going under your chin to move your head. He licks his lips before he disapprovingly shakes his head, “Satoru picked such a dumb woman to become the mother of his child. For some reason I expected better from him.”

“What do you mean?” You respond. “How do you know Satoru? What do you want from me?”

“You’re awfully curious.” Suguru comments. “I killed my parents in this very room. We’re in my old house… You’d be the next victim if it weren’t for–” He smiles as he puts his hand on your bump, and you feel the water going back up your throat but you can control yourself. “We’ll wait for the baby to get here first.”

“What– Please don’t–”

“I don’t want to hear it. The last sound you’ll hear is your baby’s first cries… Unless…” He begins, and your ears perk up. You patiently wait for him to respond, “Satoru joins me. I’ll spare your life if he joins me. That is, if he finds me before the baby is born. When your baby is born, I’ll use them as leverage.”

“Join you? With what?” You ask. Every word that rolls off his tongue leaves you more and more confused. You’re not understanding anything, but maybe your hunger has to do with this. 

“You’re a dumb girl, you wouldn’t understand.” Suguru says, his voice so sweet yet so mean at the same time. Your hands try to break free from its confinements, but it’s to no success. He laughs at the pathetic attempt. He pulls out your phone from his pocket. “Your friend is annoying. She keeps calling and texting– And Satoru too… He really cares about you. But they’re annoying.”

“He’ll find me soon!” You claim and he hums in agreement.

“That’s why we’re leaving. I have no intention of keeping you alive.”

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[ryder-writes]

A/n: I tried to make it gender neutral, and it is besides "mama/dada" being used twice. It is not said whether you had your daughters biologically or if they were adopted. Also random name generator my beloved (I can't come up with names to save my life). Tbh I kinda hate this but whatever

CW: Just some random and crappy fluff lol

You awoke to your husband's soft snores, the light peering through the blinds. You shut your eyes at the intrusion of light and nuzzle closer to your husband. He stays fast asleep, chest rising and falling with his snores. You smush your face into his chest, and his warmth lulls you back to sleep. Unconsciously, he wraps his arms around you and holds you close, your breathing in sync. Everything was peaceful. You and your husband, sleeping together. Until you heard a knock at the door. You sigh and kiss your husband on the chest.

"Ei, wake up." You whisper. You knew that he was a very deep sleeper so it probably wouldn't work. Thankfully though, it did this morning. His eyes fluttered open and peered downward at your face, squished and looking up at him.

"'Morning, beautiful." He hummed as he kissed the top of your head.

"Your child is awake." You mumbled.

"Oh, so she's my kid now?" He chuckled.

"Yes." You answered. "Now make her go back to bed or I swear to-"

"Okay, okay. I'm going." Eijiro laughed as he let go of you and sat up. He stretched his arms (much to your enjoyment), and walked over to the door. He opened it to see your daughter, standing there with her favorite plushie. "Hey kiddo, what's wrong?" He asked her.

"Ro is crying and I don’t know how to make her stop." She explained. She was on the verge of tears- she just wanted to help her sister, but she didn't know how. "Aw, don’t worry, Sunshine. I'll help you make her feel better." He smiled as he held out his hand to her. She took it, and they walked over to their shared room together.

In her crib crying, was your second daughter, Rowan. Eijiro walked over and picked her up, supporting her head.

"Shhhh, it's okay Rowan. Daddy's here." He cooed as he picked her up and held her to his chest. He slowly swayed back and forth, trying to rock her back to sleep. "How long was she crying?" He asked.

"Not too long." She explained. She looked up at her dad with hopeful eyes. "Can I hold her?" Eijiro bit his lip. He loved his daughter; he would do absolutely anything for her. However, she was 3. And he didn’t know if it was safe.

"Sorry, baby. Not right now."

"Oh. Okay, dada." She smiled. At least she wasn’t upset about it. "Can I do anything else?" By now, Rowan had calmed down but was wide awake. Eijiro didn’t think she was gonna go back to sleep anytime soon.

"Go check on Mama/Dada. I think it's time to start the day." He ruffled her hair. She ran off back to your room, plushie still in hand. Eijiro chuckled. He looked down at Rowan, her bright red eyes peering back up at him. He gently kissed her forehead. "I'm sure you're hungry, huh?" She cooed. "I think that means yes." He leaned down and nuzzled their noses together. "Let's go get you some breakfast then." Grabbing her favorite blanket, he started walking to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, your oldest ran into your bedroom, seeing you making the bed.

"Mama/Dada!" She yelled as she ran up to you.

"Good morning!" You laughed. You picked her up and spun her around. "Is Dada downstairs?"

"Yup! He's making break-ma-fest." You chuckled at her miss-pronunciation.

"You mean 'breakfast'?" You chuckled.

"Oh." She paused. "Yeah."

My Masterlist :]

[earthtoharlow]

Faux Love

This was supposed to be easy, right? Pretending to be in love with my best friend, just to satisfy our families’ constant nagging about us getting together. After all, we know each other inside out, every quirk, every flaw. We could easily slip into the roles of a couple without missing a beat.

But as we share knowing glances and laugh at each other’s jokes, I realize that our friendship has always been the foundation of something deeper. It’s as though the love was already there, quietly simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself….

“Hi, can I get a venti, half-caff, non-fat, extra-hot, caramel macchiato with three pumps of vanilla syrup, please?” Jean asked, pulling out her wallet for some cash.

“Name?” The man behind the counter asked.

“Jean Louise.” She replied, handing him her cash.

He shook his head at her before nodding behind her. “It’s already been taken care of.”

She followed his line of…head nodding and saw the gentleman who paid for her drink. The man was tall, hair was cut into a mullet. A curly one at that. He wasn’t looking her way but the way he was smirking and pretending to flip through a magazine, confirmed he was the one who paid for the drink.

“Hi, I’m Jack.” He said, extending his hand for her to shake as she stood by the counter to wait for her drink.

Jean ignored his hand and began texting on her phone. She responded without looking up at him. “Jack? That’s kind of boring, don’t you think”

Jack grinned, feeling a surge of confidence at her comment. “Actually, it’s short for Jackman,” he corrected her with a playful tone.

“Jackman? Now that’s more interesting,” Jean replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“So, Jean Louise… would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” Jack drawled, Kentucky accent coming out full force.

Jean stared at him for a moment, really taking him in. She first noticed his lazy eye that she couldn’t help but find endearing. He stood in front of her nervously running a hand through his interesting looking curly mullet. He was attractive, very attractive.

“The hottest tea we have for Jack!” The man behind the counter yelled out.

Jean couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he grabbed his tea and took a small sip. Jack smirked before holding the tea out, offering some to her.

“No, thank you.” Jean laughed, pushing his hand away.

“What time should I pick you up tonight?” He asked with a big smile as he leaned against the counter.

That damned smile.

“A very complicated order for Jean Louise!” The man behind the counter yelled out.

“Ok, Jackman.” Jean said, grabbing her drink and a napkin. “If you can find out where I live, then you can take me out at 7pm. Thanks for the drink!”

Was Jean being kinda rude? Probably but she was nowhere near ready to be in a relationship. And she wasn't a big fan of one night stands. She was 26 for crying out loud! She was done with that. Jack was very attractive though…

***

It was around 6:30 when Jean heard her buzzer go off by the front door, she sighed as she had just sat down on her couch, getting ready to rewatch Gossip Girl for the 20th time.

“Yes?” She called out pressing the button.

“Uh, it’s Jack!”

“Jack who?”

“Man? Jackman, I mean. I know I’m a little early but I gave myself extra time just in case I got lost. I’ve actually been driving around since 6:15 but I didn’t want to seem like a weirdo for arriving so early.” He rambled against the speakers.

“How the hell did you find my location?!”

“You were in such a rush to leave that you left your wallet at the cafe, so being a good samaritan I opened it to find your address and return it. Also, are you going to let me in? It’s starting to rain.”

Jean was too shocked to do anything but buzz him in. She then ran down the hall to her bedroom to find something to wear.

She wanted something that said “I’m not a whore, but I’m not a virgin either.” Not that she planned on having sex with Jack. She was actually going to tell him that they should just be friends, after enjoying this free meal.

She threw on a little black dress, because you can never go wrong with that. And began quickly applying on makeup so that she looked alive.

Jean ignored the knock on the door, Jack could wait a few more minutes. It wasn’t until she heard thunder that she decided to go open the door.

When she opened the door, Jack stood there with that damned smile holding out her wallet for her to grab. Jean grabbed her wallet before walking back to her closet to find some heels to wear.

“So, where are you taking me? I’m starving!”

***

As Jean sat across from Jack at a private bistro, she couldn’t help the feeling of skepticism creeping into her mind. Jack was charming, and everything was going too well. He was different, refreshingly so. She felt more comfortable with Jack than she had with any guy before. Jack seemed to genuinely care about what she had to say. It was weird.

“So, your name?” Jack questioned as he offered Jean a helping of his pasta. Jean opened her mouth and let him feed her.

“Yeah, my mom was really big into literature. Her favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird. My brother's name is Radley.” Jean explained tracing a finger around her glass.

“I love that, hm I’ve never met a Scout before.”

“Well, Jackman. I can guarantee I’ll be your favorite.”

With each passing moment, Jean found herself slowly lowering her guard, allowing herself to enjoy the conversation and appreciate Jack's genuine interest in getting to know her.

After spending the rest of the night talking, Jack dropped Jean back home, walking her to the front door. What shocked Jean the most was that he didn’t lean in for a kiss or ask to come inside. He just said goodnight with a hug.

Maybe she judged Jack Harlow too soon. Of course she knew who he was. He might as well be the mayor of Kentucky. He was nice and seemed like a genuinely good person.

It was a shame she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend right now.

***

AN: New Series!!!! Let me know your thoughts 💋

[axl-rose-lover-1987]

Title: THAT ONE TIME ON TOUR

“mom what’s wrong?” I asked we had been having money problems and I was worried about her “Nothing sweetie it’s just I have sort of a surprise for you” she said. “Oh ok” I said beginning to eat my cereal when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. “Oh it’s them” my mom said. “Who?” I said very confused as my mom went to go answer our front door we weren’t expecting any guests today as far as I knew

“Hello gentlemen please come in” I heard my mom say. “She’s over there” my mom said her voice breaking a little bit. A man with long red hair and a man hiding his face face behind a mop of curly hair and sunglasses entered my kitchen behind my mom. My mom began wiping tears away from her face the two men smiled at me. I stopped eating my bowl of Reese Puffs very confused. “Mom what’s going on?” I asked. “Don’t be scared sugar will explain everything.” The red headed man said his deep voice booming through my kitchen. “Sweetie I’m so sorry-“ my mom said crying. “I know this is a lot to take in.” The red headed man said to me walking over to me. My mom then hugged me and whispered “it’s better this way honey.” Then the red head man picked my up bridal style and carried me into his broken down van with the man with curly hair. “I-I don’t understand…where are you taking me? Who are you?”

“Well,” the man with fiery hair started, “I’m Axl. This is Slash” he pointed to the man with the curls. “This,” He then pointed to another man in the van, he had poofy blonde hair and a glowing smile. “well, this is Steven. If you’re scared you should probably talk to him, I’m not the best at this stuff.” He laughed nervously.

Should I be scared? I was starting to think so…

“We’re gonna go home and then we’ll explain everything. You’ll just be staying with us for a while.” The blondie spoke in a gentle tone. Maybe I should talk to him.

“Oh, uhm, okay.” I whispered. i had to admit I was a little fearful, though I didn’t understand why. Sure my mom hadn’t given me an explanation, but I was 18. I’m an entire woman, no need to be scared without my mommy.

The curly haired man eyed me curiously, “Ax,” he whispered, clearly intending for only the red head to hear. “How old did you say she was again?”

“Slash,” he hit the man’s arm. “She’s 18. BUT,” he whispered sternly, “be respectful. She’s probably much too scared to think of anything like that. Besides, I had first dibs”

“The fuck you do.” The poodle haired man yelled in a normal voice, startling the blondie next to me.

They obviously hadn’t noticed that I listened in on the entire conversation.

“Sorry, erm, what did you say your name was again?” The red head going by “axl” questioned.

They really knew nothing about me.

“My named y/n and I’m really confused what’s going on” I asked. They all got a sad look on there face and Axl sighed “Well sugar I’m afraid that your mom has fallen on hard times money wise and sold you to us” Axl said. “SHE WHAT!” I yelled.

I buried my face in my legs beginning to sob.

Another blond man peered from behind the back seat of the van “ah it’ll be ok sweet heart we aren’t that bad I promise” the man said rubbing my shoulder. His words were nice but I was still terrified and so confused. The van stopped in front of a very broken down looking apartment complex.

***time skip***

well this is your room I hope u like it Axl said showing me to one of the bedrooms. “Yeah I guess it’ll do” I said wiping away tears Axl left the room. Then a man with long black hair appeared.

“Are you ok?” The man asked. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!” I yelled. “Oh my bad my bad.” The man said “I’m Izzy I’m rhythm guitarist for the band. “Oh” I said “I’m y/n”

“Nice to meet you y/n you’re very pretty.” Izzy said I blushed. “Why don’t you come out to the living room and get to know us better” Izzy suggested. “Ok” I said.

When I entered the living room all the guys were sitting in a circle and it looked like a fucking AA meeting. “Why don’t you sit down y/n” Axl said. I sat down into between Slash and Steven. “Sooo you like jack Daniels?” Slash asked. “Um sorry no I’m only 18” I said. “Oh my bad didn’t realize you were a pussy” Slash said.

“Slash shut up” Steven said slapping him on the back of the head Slash grimaced. “I think that’s respectable y/n we aren’t the most respectable guys maybe you’ll be a good influence on us” Steven said with a smile.

“Influence? How old is this bitch like- ten?” Izzy asked, sipping something from a red solo cup.

“Izzy!” Axl yelled, obviously upset “She just said she’s 18! Come on man can’t you guys be a little bit more serious about this?” He rubbed his temples. “We bought a fucking human being for gods sake.” He mumbled.

“Axl…” the other blonde man said. I believed they called him Duff. “She’s right here…”

“You know what guys, I can just go to my room and chill for a bit.” I said, getting up to leave. As I turned the corner for my room, I stopped to listen in on their conversation.

“What are we gonna do?” Duff asked.

“What do you mean?” Axl questioned, “we bought a fucking human being duff. And all of you fuckers,” he pointed to everyone in the room. “Are looking at her like eye candy. It’s disgusting!”

Slash laughed, his jack Daniels gurgling in his throat.

“What’s so funny Slash? Please share with the class.” Axl said in a smart ass tone.

“Well it’s obvious she’s into me.” He said, “didn’t you see the way she looked at me in the van? She was practically all over me in her mind.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Okay, you guys are all gross. Have you thought about what she wants? She’s probably scared and crying in her room right now. She doesn’t know any of us and she’s only 18 she’s new to the sex world.” Steven spoke sweetly.

“I say we all share her-“ Izzy butted in.

I was in complete shock. Share me? What the hell was this, a parent custody match?

“I vote on that.” Slash slurred.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind…” Axl whispered, ashamed. “That is, after she’s comfortable, of course.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“What the fuck you guys?” The two blondies yelled in unison.

“I’m going to check on her,” a very drunk slash declared.

I quickly ran to my room, laying on my bed in an attempt to look casual.

“Hey sweetheart,” the guitarist whispered, leaning against the door frame and knocking.

“Oh, hey” I said, standing to meet his eyes.

“I hope this isn’t too awful for you. I know it must be hard but still, I hope you’re settling in okay.”

I couldn’t help but feel nice when I heard the sincereness in his voice.

“It’s not too awful” I ran my finger tip down the length of his chest, I had game too.

“Oh fuck” Slash said biting his lips. His lips then crashed onto mine they were soft like a pillow and my hand began to get tangled in his curly hair. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths when Slash abruptly pulled away. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked sheepishly. “Nah you’re just not much of a pussy after all” Slash said smirking. Just then Axl barged in seeing me on Slashes lap. “SLASH WHAT THE FUCK” Axl yelled. “Hey man she came on to me” Slash said throwing his hands up in the air.

I blushed. Axl rolled his eyes and then walked over to me and pulled me off Slashes legs and laid me down and began to slide my legs apart I was only wearing little booty shorts that were my pajamas. Axl looked up at me with pleading eyes he was very sexy I had to admit and contrary to what the boys thought this wasn’t my first time around the block.

“May I?” Axl said seductively. I nodded feeling my pussy grow wetter by the minute. Axl smirked and began to slowly pull down my shorts and panties. It was so wonderfully torturous. Slash watched the whole thing smiling looking at my agony. That’s when Axls tongue found my clit and began to lick his tongue all over

Damn did that man know how to use his tongue. Slight moans escaped my lips. “Slash can you shut her up” Axl spat. “Sure thing” Slash said as he began to straddle me and soon again me and Slash were making out. Between Slash making out with me and Axl eating me out I was hot mess.

That’s when Duff entered. “YOUR FUCKING THE HOT GIRL WE BOUGHT WITHOUT ME!” The giraffe looking man yelled. Slash pulled away “just shut up and get over here Duff geez”

Duff then began to undress himself. My god three men at once? I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

“Erm, guys?” I whispered, clearly intimidated.

“Oh shut up you pretty little slut” slash whispered before crashing his lips to mine.

By this time, Duff was completely naked in the corner of the room, his cock clearly red and hard from watching the two men on me.

“Guys what the sigma?” I’m the one that convinced you to buy the bitch in the first place, you could at least let me tap it first.” The dark haired man entered the doorway.

His eyes slowly lit up as he looked over, seeing duffs exposed length. “Shit Duff” he sighed.

“Izzy we can’t do this again. The one time on tour…” he whispered. “That was a one time deal kitten We agreed We were both drunk and horny. It meant nothing.”

Just then, slash and Axl stopped working on me and turned to look at Duff and Izzy.

“You guys FUCKED??!!???” Axl and slash screamed, shocked.

“IT WAS A ONE TIME THING I SWEAR!” Duff yelled.

“What’s all the commotion?” Steve questioned, walking into the room.

“Izzy and duff fucked!” Slash yelled.

Though, Steven seemed unfazed. “Yeah, so? You and Axl fucked a couple times- oh and remember that three sum we had on tour? It’s normal isn’t it-“

Axl cut Steven off, grasping his hand over his mouth. “Stevie shut up we swore never to talk about that.”

“Fuck senpai” slash moaned just in time for us all to look over. The sight we saw was indescribable.

Duff was inches deep in Slashs ass hole, slash bent over with his ass on display. Slashs ass hole was being ripped to shreds by Duffs mega cock

“I can’t take this anymore.” Izzy moaned, falling to the floor and ripping his pants off. He began jerking his dick in a senseless attempt to release some tension.

“Well fuck Izzy, you don’t have to go at this alone.” Steven sighed, falling to the floor and wrapping his lips around stevens cock.

I looked at Axl, total shock running over me. “What the fuck?” I mouthed, clearly crazed.

“I’m sorry doll…” Axl trailed off before bending down in front of Izzy. “May I?” He questioned.

“Yes papi” Izzy moaned airily and nodded his head quickly

Axl then slid behind Izzy, holding the skinny man’s waist and slowly thrusting in and out of his ass.

I watched in horror as the orgy took place. Fuck.

[brontekotlcyan]

Okay so i wrote the Solreef family fanfic. Its very short and surprisingly tragic. Fic under the cut.

He couldn't shake that feeling. The feeling that everything was going to collapse again. Tiergan fiddled with his beaten-up rings, contemplating his life choices as a quiet melody played in the background.

This somewhat peaceful scence was quickly abrubted as someone bust through the front door. Tiergan jumped up, expecting a battle to commence, but it wasn't a Neverseen member at his door, rather a dripping wet linh.

Tiergan immediately assumed she had flooded her parents house again, or something along the lines of that. Except... She was wrapped in a towel. How peculiar.

As she cried, Linh spoke, "I was just in the shower when the hot water ran out- I didn't care but about two minutes later I heard my mother banging on the door. She yelled through the door, There better be hot water left!" Linh stopped for a minute to catch her breath, then continued, "I was immediately scared, so I told her a feeble no...then she unlocked the door with an old metal button! I was exposed-obviously and this shock caused me to instinctively propell water at her, before I could tell what had happened, I was being pulled put of the shower without a towel." Linh fidgeted with her towel, gulping down the knot in her throat. 

"Then she started yelling about how I was a good for nothing child who deserved to die abandoned and alone...she went on to say how much she hated me and my uncontrollable ability, and-" Before she could find the power to continue, she was weeping again.

Tiergan was astonished- but at the same time unsurprisied. How could parents be so hurtful to their children when it's all some people want...? During the crying fest, Wylie had heard and was now at the bottom of the staircase, mouth a gape. (He was visiting Tiergan, like he did nearly every day.)

"Uhm. That is completely unacceptable! How could she do that? Hold on." Wylie said. 

"I'm sorry for coming her unannounced, but I just couldn't bear being around them any longer." Linh muttered through sobs.

"No- It's fine. You can come over anytime." Tiergan told her.

"Do you want me to give them a piece of my mind?"

Linh half-smiled, "No thanks. I'll probably have to be back over there in a while anyways..."

Wylie called Linh from one of the downstairs bedrooms. She walked over, with tears still rolling down her cheeks. Tiergans anger was rising. People just didn't have any critical thinking skills. Never mind common sense. 

Within two minutes, Linh was back and fully clothed, Wylie had found some stuff to fit her. 

Linhs silver-tipped hair was like a satin curtain as she looked at the floor.

"You can stay you know. For however long you want." Tiergan offered her. Linh did a couple little sniffles,

"Could I stay for a couple of hours...?" 

"Of course."

A couple of hours later, Linh was all dry and wrapped in a blanket Tiergan had given her. Prentice had arrived and he and Tiergan were discussing which Star Wars film was the best.

"Yeah I don't care if it has walking robots. That's not as good as Darth Vader turning to the light side!"

"That's exactly what an uncultured person would say. Hmh."

Wylie was watching them, smirking while sipping on cinnacreme. Eventually they stopped fighting and decided to watch The Last Jedi. They all loved Star Wars. It was one of Tiergans comforts, mostly because it was a distraction from everything going on around him.

It was dark now, and all four of them watched the movie peacefully. But Linh's mind was still running. Tam would come back any minute. She couldn't bare to face him. She just wanted things to go back to how they were. She wanted loving parents.

Meanwhile, Tiergan was glancing at his 'family' none of them were his. Linh, Wylie and Prentice would have to go home eventually...and he'd be alone again. Tears swelled in his eyes but he knew he had to force them back. It was his own fault for never making an effort to find a wife. But at the same time, Wylie was thinking about how safe he felt in this make-shift family.

Within the next few hours, everyone had gone home and Tam and Rayni had arrived. Tiergan used to love Tam like a son, but now he was even more closed off and obviously struggling. But Tiergan didn't want to push too far.

Tiergan lay in his bed, the stomach pain had come back and he just wanted someone to be there for him. He wanted a hug. Or for someone to tell him how much he means to them. He stared at his gilded curtains. Wishing the pain would end. It wouldn't. Eventually Tiergan fell into sleep, hoping the next day would be some improvement.

[lostheaventales]

Found

Description: Axl’s stepfather found out where Slash lived and threatens them if they don’t let Axl come back home with him. He gives in so he doesn’t let Slash and his family get hurt.

Relationship: Axl Rose x Slash

Prompt: A hug that lasts a little too long (Day 10), Tears (Day 11), “I did it for you” (Day 12)

Part 6 of “You’re My Red Rose”

⚠️WARNING⚠️: DEATH THREATS, GUN

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was close to midnight. Axl couldn’t sleep once again. He rested on Slash’s chest, who was half asleep, listening to his heartbeat and steady breaths. There hadn’t been any word from his parents or any news that they had reported him and Mia as missing. Axl wasn’t going to take that as being in the safe zone. Knowing John, he would probably be taking matters in his own hands.

Axl regretted running away. One day John was going to find them and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

As if the universe was listening to his thoughts, there was a loud pounding at the door. Axl immediately knew who that was and sunk deeper into the blankets. His grip around Slash tightened. The sound of his heart echoed in his ears. Sensing that something wasn’t right, Slash awakened and asked him what was wrong. He explained to him in a whisper.

Footsteps could be heard walking down the hall and stairs. Then, there was the creak of the door followed by screaming and yelling.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CHILDREN?!” The blaring voice yelled angrily.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Now I would have to ask you to leave or I am going to call the police,” Jerry replied in a calm but stern tone.

“Don’t play fucking stupid. I seen them walk into this house the other day.” The voice stopped, then there was the sound of a gun cocking. “Either give me my kids or your brains will be splattered all over this floor.”

Axl and Slash immediately jumped out of bed and raced to the top of the stairs. John was standing at the entrance with a shotgun pointed at Jerry’s face. Jerry had his hands up in surrender. He lowered the gun when he saw Axl staring back at him. Axl slowly crept down the steps, heart still racing. Slash followed closely behind him.

“Go get your sister and get in the truck NOW!” John demanded, putting the shotgun back into safety.

Axl had no choice but to listen. He went to the spare bedroom where Mia was sleeping. Kadejah had woken up by then and was watching him from the bedroom door.

“I can call the police if you want,” she whispered.

Axl declined, knowing what the end result would be if she did. He went to Mia’s bedside and gently shook her awake. She fluttered her eyes open.

“What you want, Billy?” she asked, yawning afterwards.

He brushed her messy hair back, trying not to cry. “Dad’s here to pick us up.”

“I don’t want to go back.” She poked out her bottom lip.

“I-I know you don’t, but we have to if we don’t want Mr. and Mrs. Hudson get in trouble,” he explained, lifting her head.

He quickly put on the slippers Kadejah had bought her. Mia extended her arms in a way to ask him to pick her up. He clambered down the stairs, increasing his grip when John crossed his sight again. A creepy smile spread across his face as he stared at the little girl. He attempted to caress her cheek, which Mia pulled back from, hugging Axl’s neck.

Axl placed her on the floor, wanting to say bye to Slash. He walked up to him. No words would come out of his mouth. His eyelids started to burn as they filled with tears. All he could do was hug him. Slash wrapped his arms around him, rubbing circles on his back. Axl cried onto his shoulder. Scared. Afraid. Angry.

Through the tears, he said, “Thank you for letting us stay here.”

“I did it for you.,” Slash soothed.

John yelled at him to hurry up. Axl started to kiss him, but he remembered what would happen if he did. With one last quick hug, Axl and Mia got into John’s truck, Andrew in the passenger seat. More tears escaped as they started to pull out the driveway.

[garbinge]

Break-In

Bishop Losa x OC Manny Reyes

Day 27 these April Prompts: “This used to belong to my mom”

Summary: After a break-in at her apartment, the middle Reyes calls her brothers just to be sent to voicemail, leaving her to rely on her least favorite Mayan, Bishop Losa. 

A/N: My girl Manny <3 This is the start of a larger story for my girl that will probably take place over the course of one shots that can be read individually but flow a lot better if read all together. You can read my other Manny fic for some background or just more Manny content <3 

Family Night

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Angst. Mentions of guns, violence, break ins. 

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @justreblogginfics​ @narcolini​ @danzer8705

Manny sat completely still in the closet of her bedroom, her hand over her mouth to muffle any uncontrollable sounds of her breathing as a couple tears fell from her eyes. There was still shuffling and scuffling happening beyond the closet doors, each sound causing her to shake. Normally, Manny would have been quick to fight off intruders in her home. She wasn’t one to falter or scared of a fight, but things changed when she heard the gunshot. 

She wasn’t sure what they shot, who they shot. But it spooked her. Her phone was on her nightstand, just feet from her, almost taunting her. Since she couldn’t call for help, she sat hidden in the closet, waiting for the intruders to leave. 

It was silent for about 5 minutes but she let 5 more go by before emerging from the closet. She moved to grab the weapon from her drawer, realizing immediately she hadn’t grabbed the gun she had strictly for this reason. With one more deep breath, her shaking stopped, her crying stopped, and she was stealth, slow, and calculated in her moves as she cleared her apartment. 

After realizing she was alone, she rushed back into her room and grabbed her phone. First she called Angel, strictly because he was the first one in her phone, she hung up after the 4th ring, not letting the voicemail get a chance to speak. Her next dial was EZ, this time she let the rings bring her to the voicemail in hopes that he’d answer but there was no luck. She wasn’t going to leave a message, she wasn’t naive. She tried both of them one more time before giving up and moving onto someone else. Coco. 

“What’s up?” His voice was so relaxed it made Manny mad. 

“Are you with my brothers?” Manny’s voice was on edge. 

“Nah, they’re up north on a run.” Coco inhaled a cigarette as he spoke. 

“Fuck!” Manny yelled out. 

She couldn’t see him but Coco was pushing off the wall he was leaning on as the worry filled his body. 

“What the fuck is it?” He asked holding the phone tighter to his ear like that was going to get him answers sooner. 

“Some motherfuckers just broke into my apartment and trashed it,” she was looking around now, seeing that everything had been torn apart, her couch cushions were tossed on the other side of her room, drawers were open, it was a wreck. “I don’t know who but I heard a gunshot.” She immediately moved to the front window of her apartment and looked outside. Her mind was going back and forth, she was hoping there wasn’t any of her neighbors bleeding out but another part of her needed to know what the fuck they shot at. 

“Fuck! You good?” Coco asked as he tried to think through what to do. 

“I’m fine, I just– I don’t really keep company that would do this, you know? It’s gotta be a club hit. Or-or something Angel and EZ got into I don’t know.” Manny rambled. “Can you just– can you come here? Not really feelin’ like being alone.” 

“I’m over the border, Manny.” Coco said with sympathy behind his statement. “Let me call one of the guys that’s at the clubhouse.” 

Manny wasn’t in the space to argue or make calls so she just agreed. With her brothers not answering, she had to trust Coco and his decisions. 

____

There was a knock at the door, and Manny heard it creep open. With her gun loaded and next to her, she creeped up and pointed it at the person who entered. 

“They shot your door open.” Bishop said as he ran his hand threw his beard before turning towards Manny. He stepped back and put his hand up when he saw Manny was extending out a gun right at him. “It’s just me, Manny.” 

Those words didn’t really offer a lot of comfort to the girl. Bishop wasn’t exactly Manny’s favorite Mayan, let alone favorite person. Bishop and Manny had a very complicated history. Manny blamed a lot of the shit that went on with Angel and EZ on Bishop. Now, she wasn’t naive, she knew that Angel and EZ were in charge of their own decisions, but she also knew that as club president, they’d follow Bishop blindly into anything. And they did. Manny remembers when Angel joined the club, that was the start of Bishop and Manny’s tense relationship. Fighting in the front yard of the Reyes house when Bishop and a few other club members pulled up and pulled Angel away. She remembers when Bishop ordered EZ to go on a run and he ended up coming back with a gunshot wound. The names he called them, the way he acted around her, all extra salt to the wound. Every one of those instances and more were running through her brain mixed with the adrenaline from the break in, shooting Bishop seemed like a decent option. But Manny wasn’t psychotic. 

She lowered the gun, a little relieved to know that the victim of the gunshot was her front door and not one of her neighbors. 

“Coco called me. Filled me in.” Bishop's hands were still raised in innocence as he slowly walked towards the girl. 

“Yea? He tell you my brothers didn’t answer cause they’re out on a run.” Another reason added to why Manny very much didn’t like Bishop. 

There was more truth behind that, though. Manny’s last conversation with her brothers wasn’t exactly a pleasant one. But she wasn’t going to let Bishop know that if it meant she could blame him for something else. 

Bishop ignored the comment and Manny put the gun on the coffee table, probably one of the only pieces of furniture still upright in the apartment. 

“You clock anything? Tattoos? They say anything?” Bishop was trying to figure out who did this so he could figure out what the fuck he was going to do. 

“While I was hiding in my closet, scared for my life?” The sarcasm dripped off her voice. “No. Sorry.”

“Alright.” Bishop nodded and looked around trying to figure out what to do. 

“There were probably like 5 of them. They were calculated but they didn’t hit the bedroom, just here. With everything tossed around they were probably looking for something.” 

“You hidin’ anything?” Bishop asked and it caused a little more tension to grow between them. 

She was. Her brothers gave her something a week ago. It was a flashdrive. She didn’t ask what was on it and in hindsight she wished she did. But she also knew that whatever it was, the club wouldn’t have known about it especially if Bishop was asking this. Despite her being mad at her brothers, she wasn’t going to rat them out. 

“Yea, a million bucks under my mattress.” Her face turned in a smile that was fully mocking him now. 

“I’m here to help.” Bishop was now trying to work with the girl. 

“You’re doin’ an amazing job, prez.” Manny wasn’t letting down. 

Bishop stood there, if this was one of the guys they’d be put in their place way before this, but this was a line he hadn’t towed often, and tried to avoid in most cases. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, wash this fuckin’ disaster of a night off. If you leave, do some boyscout shit on the front door lock and send someone else to stand post please and thank you.” Manny didn’t want to deal with any of this, her anger over the whole situation, her brothers, and now Bishop being here put her over the edge. 

________

As Manny came out from the bedroom, her hair being dried by a towel in her hand, she didn’t expect to see her apartment pretty much put back together let alone Bishop horizontal on the couch playing with his pocket knife. Open and close as he stared at the ceiling. The sound of her footsteps alerting him to sit up. 

“I, uh, tried my best to clean up. I’m the only one still in Santo Padre, everyone else is either on the run up north or on the other side.” Bishop knew Manny was privy to certain things, whereabouts being one of them. “I’ll stay outside though, just was waiting to give you the heads up.” He stood up and was making his way to the door. 

“You didn’t fix the lock.” Manny said her eyes following him to the door. Bishop was about to explain how it was impossible to fix but that it didn’t matter because he’d stand watch and have one of the guys fix it tomorrow but Manny cut him off. “You can stay on the couch.” Bishop’s head turned up at that until she finished her sentence. “I’d rather them shoot you first to warn me.” 

He chuckled at that. “Fair enough. You think I could use your bathroom?” 

“Through the room on the right.” Manny said, pointing as she made her way to the kitchen. 

Looking at the couch, Manny realized she should get Bishop some blankets and a pillow. She might not have liked Bishop but she was grateful he was watching out for her tonight so she’d be a decent host at the minimum. She poured two glasses of water, placing one on the coffee table, next to the gun she had placed their originally, and then she took the second glass into her room to grab spare bedding. 

She was shocked to see Bishop staring at her stamp collection. She cleared her throat which made him place the stamp book back on her dresser before turning to face her. Manny’s hand was extended out handing him the glass of water. 

“Sorry, I–uh,” Bishop grabbed the glass of water and took a few steps away from the dresser. “I used to collect stamps with my kid. The album caught my eye.” 

“I wasn’t coming to spy on you. Was grabbing you a blanket.” Manny turned to her closet. 

Bishop stood awkwardly in the middle of Manny’s room, looking around at the pictures in the room, the things on her nightstand, the stuffed animals on the bed. 

“Used to belong to my mom.” Manny said as she turned around and handed Bishop the blanket. 

“Huh?” Bishop asked with a frown as he had the water in one hand and the folded blanket in the other. 

“This,” Manny moved over to her dresser and picked up the stamp album, “used to belong to my mom. We collected them when I was a kid. Before she died.” She placed it in a new spot on the dresser standing up so it was more on display now. 

Bishop nodded. “Me and my kid used to go to different flea markets, vintage stores, pawn shops, whatever the fuck, and pick them up. Before he died.” His last three words were spoken directly at her since they were repeating what she said. 

Manny’s head snapped to Bishop’s. “I–” She started to say that she didn’t know, like that would excuse all of her behavior to the man but she stopped and just offered condolences. “I’m sorry about your kid. That’s rough.” 

“So’s losing your mom, I know that was some gruesome shit, then with EZ going away,” Bishop tried to sympathize with her. 

“Yea. It’s been rough. Doesn’t seem to let up.” What would have normally come out as sarcasm came out in a soft voice. 

The two of them moved back into the living room, the front door was wide open, Bishop dropped the blanket and glass quickly and drew his gun, his other hand instinctively moving behind him to shove Manny behind him. Her hand reached forward, grabbing her gun from the coffee table and situated behind him, watching his six like she had learned how to do from her brothers. She still hated that her younger brother had taught her how to defend herself but in this moment she was grateful. 

“Stay here.” Bishop said as he cleared the apartment, Manny staying on alert at the front door as she closed it with the back of her foot. 

Bishop reappeared now, gun back in his waistband. 

“Must’ve been the breeze.” He pointed to the door before bending down and picking up the tossed blanket and glass and dropped them in a more proper place . “If you got some rope I’ll boy scout this shit closed.” A smile filled his face which caused Manny to push off the door and laugh. 

“Didn’t realize you were so funny, Obispo.” She used his full name, something she never did as she went into her junk drawer in the kitchen and pulled out some string and tossed it to him. 

She moved to the recliner she had bought strictly for her father for when he came to visit, bringing her legs up to her chest as she watched Bishop fidget with her door. After he tightened the last knot, his eye fell to a picture that was hanging on the wall. Manny clocked it immediately, she also saw how quick he was to look away. Like he had intruded on something personal. 

“Ellie. My ex.” 

“Oh, I didn’t realize you uh” Bishop shook his head, embarrassed to have overstepped. 

“Like girls?” Manny laughed as she saw Bishop squirm. “I’m shocked, the guys love to clown me on it. Especially Gilly.” She drank the rest of her water. “But, I don’t…you know…” Her head shook from side to side expecting Bishop to understand what she was insinuating and Bishop’s forehead wrinkled in a frown. 

“I don’t just like girls.” She said expecting Bishop to understand but his face was still twisted in confusion. “I’m bisexual, Bishop.” Manny said it as straightforward as she could. His face let the confusion fall but he stood there awkwardly. “Jesus Christ, it was easier coming out to Felipe.” Manny laughed. “Take a fuckin’ breath, prez. You don’t gotta say anything.” 

“No, sorry, just realized I don’t know much about you.” He sat down on the couch.

“I could say the same.” Manny looked directly into his eyes. 

“Guess we don’t know much about each other.” Bishop leaned back against the couch. 

“Guess we don’t.” Manny didn’t take her eyes off him. 

Bishop stared right back at her. “Maybe we should learn more.” 

“Yea, maybe we should.”

[bountyhaunter]

TIMING: Recent. LOCATION: Home. WARNINGS: Allusions to child abuse. SUMMARY: Daiyu struggles with owning a Squonk.

She knew – and it was this knowledge that enraged her so – that she envied it for its ability to give into its sadness without inhibitions. She knew that she hated herself for yelling at it for its tears.

The door closed behind her like a heavy sigh ending abruptly, with some kind of finality. Daiyu let Nugget rush over to her, tongue lapping at her fingers as she absentmindedly petted her dearest friend, a real sigh now leaving her lips. Exhaustion didn’t look well on her. It was not something she was built for — she was all energy, never ending wildfire. But she was exhausted now.

It tended to happen from time to time, this bone-deep ache. Something she might call shame, if she had the words for it, but in stead she just called it being very, deeply sleepy. And why shouldn’t she be? She’d just finished a successful hunt. She’d taken out a Baukbear that had been causing trouble. She’d delivered his head and received her reward and gotten her food. Maybe it had something to do with her fingers still feeling the sensation of cutting through muscle and meat to sever the head. Maybe it was just because she hadn’t slept properly in a few days.

Or maybe it was because of the sniffles she heard in the other room.

The cabin she was renting wasn’t big. Daiyu didn’t require a lot of space — she preferred her spaces to be small, so she could keep an eye on all that was around her. When places of dwelling were too big, she felt like she was being swallowed, like there were too many corners for her to be put away in or other things to appear from. Still, the cabin was big enough for the Squonk to find corners to cry in.

She’d had it for three days now and no explanation had presented itself. She’d tried to gauge if any of the hunters at the bar knew something about a breeding program, but she’d not gotten far. And as she’d start asking questions, she’d started to wonder what it meant to her, anyway. What would she do, should she find out there was a breeding program? Expose it? Destroy it? Play at being a hero while she beheaded monsters for a nice coin? She didn’t know, so she’d stopped asking.

Besides, there was the main problem at hand. The Squonk in her bedroom. Sniffling away. As she creaked open the bedroom door, she took in the sight of the mutilated creature crying as he stood across from one of Nugget’s balls. His favorite ball, the one he’d lost.

Daiyu blinked. “Did you find that?” She moved over, taking the ball and getting ready to throw it at Nugget with great triumph (even if it would probably break some things). The moment she did, the Squonk started weeping even more. “Stop that,” she snapped, noting that she was standing in a puddle of tears. “Stop.” 

She did not know how to console. Not herself, not others and certainly not a stupid squonk who was idiotic enough to get his tail torn off. Daiyu glared at it and was glad she was still wearing her shoes, that at least her socks weren’t getting wet. She should get rid of it. She should just put it out somewhere in the woods and let nature take care of it. No, she should kill it. Get her hunter knife and sever another head from a body, because why would it matter? Why should she suddenly gain an inhibition for killing when she’d just hand-delivered a bear head to someone who’d given her cash in return?

Nugget followed nudged past her, tongue lapping at the Squonk, not paying much mind to his ball. 

“Stop it.” The dog listened, at the very least and Daiyu looked at him as if he’d betrayed her somehow. “Stop it.” The words were repeated now, “Stop fucking crying, you stupid, useless —” The sniffles became louder and she let out a groan. “Squonkb–” She stopped, hearing something familiar in her own voice. Squonkbaby, her father’s voice echoed.

Daiyu stalked out of the room, crossed the living room and swung open her backdoors, feeling rage bubble in her chest. A trail of tears followed her, the salty water sticking to her boots. She bristled at the woods in front of her, felt her fists ball. If she wasn’t herself, she might cry now — but Daiyu Volkova did not cry. There was no reason to, as there was never any reason to. The instinct to weep had been taken from her by a father who told her she’d grow as wrinkly as a squonk if she didn’t stop. Who mimicked her scrunching face, who asked her with judgment if she was really going to cry every time her lip trembled. Who told her to press her knuckles in her eyesockets to stop the tears from flowing.

No, she did not cry. Not in the moments of release like these, when she came home after a long hard day and had no one to prove anything to any more. Not in the moments in the woods where she escaped with her life and relief coursed through her. Not when she felt loneliness stab her like a cold knife. Not when she thought of her siblings, who she hated and who she missed and who probably did not miss her at all. Not when she recalled childhood. Not when Nugget got sick that one time. Not when she broke her arm two years ago, unless you count the two tears that jumped into her eyes. 

She just stood there with her fists balled, digging half moons into her hands until they bled and her blood mixed with that of the bear. She stood and somewhere in her rented house – not her home, as that was a concept that existed vaguely and distantly, and only for other people – and knew the Squonk was still crying. She knew she wouldn’t kill it. She knew Nugget would grow attached to it. She knew – and it was this knowledge that enraged her so – that she envied it for its ability to give into its sadness without inhibitions. She knew that she hated herself for yelling at it for its tears.

She went back inside. She ignored the Squonk, which was the kindest she could do. Ignoring wasn’t yelling at, wasn’t expelling it, wasn’t drawing a knife through its folds and its throat. She let it coexist, even if every spilled tear made a rush of anger pass through her. She sat on the couch with her food and Nugget at her side and an hour later, found herself giggling at the thought of naming the creature Fries.

[alex-supremacy4]

freezing cold.

lowercase on purpose, but doesm't apply to roleplays?? idk

just lore

tw : mentions of death (very brutal), rotting flesh (if that counts as a tw) and uhh a bit of sh? (gotta look closely....)

"am?" rory called. his little sister hadn't been in the house for about a day.. and it smelt like something was rotting. but he'll find out what later. was she still out with her friends? was she murdered? was she the killer herself, and ran away in order to not be suspected? what if she got kidnapped and she'll never be found again? what if.. nah, he's probably overthinking it. but wh-

he slaps himself. it hurt, but he couldn't handle those thoughts. she's probably upset about something, because she would've responded by now. rory places the drink and bag down onto the dinner table by his side, walking upstairs.

he meets with her bedroom door. the scent of rotting flesh got stronger. kathy gagged at the sudden strength of the smell. "amaya. i know that you are upset about mom dying, but please. you can't just stop eating for days, just because of her death. she's.. how do i say this. just gone forever." no response. not even shuffling or a single sound. just flies.

"..please." he frowned. "just work with me, i'm really trying my best here. i want to be the best brother i could." nothing. he swore she came home. he heard the door open on his audio recorder. but it disconnected seconds later. was it the battery?

he twisted the doorknob, praying it was unlocked. it was. the door creaked, opening slightly. "am?.." he said, his voice sounding panicked. he opens the door completely, but it was stopped by something that was in the way. he squeezed through the narrow space in the door. but halfway in, he heard a thud along with the door finally busting open.

"holy fuck. it smells like something's rotting in here." he gags again, shutting the door. it felt so cold.. it's dim and he's afraid of looking away, but he looks back at the door, the bottom being splotched with.. dried blood. or he "hoped" so. he looked to his left.

blood. lots of it. a knife. the window was left ajar.

what the actual fuck happened??

to his rig.. ht.

he froze like a deer in headlights. kathy stared at the corpse in front of him. it was his own sister. amaya. her.. out of all people. her throat was slit, but that was the only injury she had. nothing else.

"amaya." rory said, his lip trembling. his vision became blurry. was he crying? he fell to his knees, down to her level. he stared at her lifeless eyes.. and they were staring right into his. he shook his head, tears falling from his eyes. "no no no NO NO!" his hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. he slammed the floorboards, sobbing violently. "i'm so fucking sorry.." he mumbled, looking up at the corpse. "i'm so sorry i couldn't be the greatest brother. i'm sorry i couldn't be the brother you wanted or would've loved to have.." he choked on his words, continuing to sob. he fell next to her corpse. "i'm sorry.. i'm sorry.. i'm sorry.." he repeated. he heard a loud ringing noise, repeating those words faster and faster as the ringing got louder.

rory startled awake. he wiped his eyes, his bandages brushing against his half dried tears and wiping the remains. he was having those stupid dreams again.. he wanted to make it stop. he wished it would never come back to his brain again. he wanted to forget what happened. looking around the room, he sees enoch right there.

"..how much?" rory questions. confused, enoch responds with "what? what do you mean?" he sighs and repeats. "how much of that did you hear?" the room became silent after. he sighs and gets up. "just forget it. we have work to do here. i don't want to get fired or yelled at again."

(i was tired while makung thia idk)

[dulcewrites]

I need to see Aemond show up drunk at Aegon’s place after Myrah tells him she needs a break 

Stand By Me

Aegon wakes with a egg roll hanging out his mouth and someone banging on the door.

For a moment, a shiver runs up his spine. His dealer has been bugging him about buying something. Aegon knows he is Jasper’s wealthiest client. It is a bit laughable. All those movies about drug dealers hounding people for money. While his dealer hounds him to buy whatever he wants.

He opened the door to see Aemond, disheveled and sweaty. He looks like a wet kitten with down turned, bloodshot eyes.

“Oh my god, who died,” Aegon’s face shrivels up in confusion.

Aemond mumbles something and all Aegon can make out is ‘Myrah’.

“Myrah’s dead?”

He yells it loud enough that he is sure his neighbor heard. Aemond’s pitiful look turns into an exasperated one.

“No,” he hisses before his bottom lip trembles. “She doesn’t want me anymore.”

Oh….oh.

Aegon pulls Aemond into a hug. It is easy for Aegon to forget he is the eldest out of the four of them. A poorly made patriarch when their father finally decided he couldn’t be bothered to help raise them. It was Aemond who reminded them about Daeron’s soccer matches. It was Aemond who reminded Aegon to pick up his cap and gown for graduation. It was Aemond who drove Helaena to work everyday for two weeks when her car wasn’t working.

Now his baby brother has never acted or looked more his age than in this moment.

Aemond reeks of bourbon. Probably the expensive kind, because even when Aemond drinks, it is still more well thought out than others. Aegon thinks he can handle his mess of a brother. He’s been through breakups. Well, he was the one doing the dumping, not the dumpee, but he can help.

But then the waterworks started.

And Aegon can’t remember the last time he’s seen Aemond cry. He is sure it was when Aemond was a literal toddler. So, Aegon calls reinforcements.

Helaena shows up with rollers in her hair, fuzzy cow pajamas, and wrapped in a long white Sherpa coat.

Aemond is sniffling on the couch while they argue in the kitchen.

“You need to tell her to knock it off,” Aegon crosses his arms.

“Myrah is an adult,” Helaena rolls her eyes. “I can’t make her do anything. If she feels like some space is best, then we all just have to respect that.”

“I say we egg her car.”

That conversation is shut down with a simple glare from Helaena.

“Aemond, sweetie,” Helaena sits next to Aemond when they go back into the living area. “Maybe you should sleep on this. You will feel better in the morning. I know it hurts now, but space doesn’t mean forever.”

She brushes Aemond’s hair back.

“Yeah, you both can see other people and maybe realize it’s not what you want,” Aegon tries to help.

Helaena shoots him a ‘what the fuck’ look.

Aemond’s eyes grow wide. “You - you think she wants to see other people.” His breath quickens. “Oh god. I need to call her.”

“No!”

Both Helaena and Aegon stop him.

“No speaking to her tonight,” Helaena reiterates. “I’ll talk to her when everyone has calmed down.”

They tuck in him the guest bedroom, but not before he almost yaks on the floor. Which only makes Aegon panic more. They kiss Aemond on the forehead before leaving. Aegon takes Aemond’s phone for good measure.

“Just make sure he doesn’t do anything before I figure out what’s going on,” Helaena twists her rings around her finger. Aegon’s eyes look far away in thought. She snaps her fingers in front of his face. “Aegon, I mean it. That goes for you too. No stupid shit. You’ll just make it worse.”

Aegon nods along. He’s not going to do anything stupid… at least he doesn’t think.

[cilldaracailin]

You’re My Best Friend

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s

Here is the next part of this Robyn and Taron story :)

Love Suze xx

8

“Perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”

Robyn was laying on the bed curled up and buried into cwtchs blue fur. Once she walked into the bedroom, she dropped her shoulder bag into the floor and flopped onto the bed and grabbed cwtch, inhaling his faint aftershave scent and trying to keep her emotions inside. She was not going to let herself cry over an arsehole who she was finally rid of but she felt completely overwhelmed and just needed to catch her breath and her thoughts before she went back to Taron. Still mortified by Keith’s behaviour and while she knew Taron said he was fine, it still didn’t make it any easier. There were no secrets between them. After what they had been through, they only ever felt the need to be open and honest with each other, but having Keith further destroy their relationship and her reputation, she knew she was going to find it hard to look Taron in his eyes for a while, so embarrassed by how Keith had freely spoken about their sexual relationship too, none of which was true. Being best friends with a man, there were always remarks and jokes shared and Robyn always enjoyed the easy banter she had with Taron because it was never uncomfortable or snarky. Keith was just out to hurt her and it had worked until he had driven Taron to the ground and then she just saw red and defended the hell out of herself and Taron. However, words always hurt more than actions and she would always remember his words even though Taron was doing his very best to hug the hurt away.

She just wanted to lay and wallow for some time with cwtch, probably until Taron came to find her and lay down with her but a phone in her bag started to vibrate and she had to move because it was Taron’s phone. Rolling from the bed to the floor, she pulled out the paper bag with the muffin and then Taron’s phone to see that it was his mam calling.

“Hey Tina.”

“Robyn, hello. How are you?” Tina’s voice showed a little surprise at hearing Robyn answer the phone.

“I am good thanks and you?”

“Well yes good too. So, Taron found his way to yours again.”

“Yes, he seems to have done so but I don’t mind.” Robyn said as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“I know you don’t.” Tina assured her. “My son around?”

“Yes of course Tina. Let me pass you over to him.”

“Only if I am not interrupting you two.”

“Oh no Tina. Not at all. He is right here.” Robyn walked out of her room while speaking on the phone. Taron was sitting on the couch but not in his corner, his head tilted back, his eyes closed and she headed his way. He looked like he was asleep but when he heard her saying his mam’s name, his heard turned to her. Robyn gave him a little smile. “I will hand you over Tina.” She gave him the phone over the back of the couch and then returned to her room. She wanted to give Taron the privacy with his call. She knew he hadn’t spoken to his mam yet since he arrived at her doorstep and heard him saying hello to her as she walked away, definitely wanting to let him speak to his mam alone.

Taron had greeted his mam with a quick hello but was distracted watching Robyn walk away again. He thought she might have sat with him but she disappeared from his view and knew his sigh was long and loud, his head falling to the back of the couch. His mam called his names a few times before he remembered the phone. “Hi mam.”

“Getting one last visit in huh?” Tina teased. “You kept that quiet love.”

Taron was alone again and he stared at the glass doors opposite him, his mam shouting his name once to get his attention and he gave himself a shake. “Sorry mam. Hey.”

“Ok spill.” Tina said to her son softly after she yelled his name. “What is going on. Why are you at Robyn’s when you are meant to be in London as we had planned to be have a family dinner tomorrow night when we come to visit?”

Taron cringed and was so glad that his mam was not face timing him as his slightly bruised face would have worried her more than his absence from their dinner in London that he had completely forgotten about. Having not seen his family for such a long time he had asked them to come over for the weekend, knowing seeing them would be a great distraction from the set but as always, his plans never went quite as planned. “Mam I…”

“Start from the beginning love.”

He went through the last two days with his mam, making sure to be as honest and as detailed as he could, apologising for not calling her sooner to tell her what had happened with his water work especially as she had been the one he had called in his trailer to talk him down from his anxiety. He cringed as he heard her sharp intake of breath when he got the bit about his panic attack in the pool and Tina fired question after question at him about the pool, Taron answering every one and before he had finished his answer, Tina had another question for him.

“Did Lucy check you over?”

“Yeah, mam she did and she…”

“And did you hurt yourself?”

“No mam I was ok but look…”

“And she definitely gave you a proper check over? I mean the last time you ended up with an x-ray and everything.”

“I wasn’t stuck under the water for as long and the water is nowhere near as deep as we have used before. The diver swam me up and mam…”

“And more water work so quickly after what happened last week?”

“Mam I…”

“And how did Matthew not know that you weren’t ready to go back in Taron!” Tina fumed. “I mean seriously Taron. You were already panicked on the phone with me.”

“Mam, I didn’t realise that…”

“And for you to be feeling like that and then being put under water and filming.”

“Mam the safety of the actors is always a number one priority and…”

“And then to be under Matthew’s direction to get back in that pool when you had only been pulled out by Robyn a week ago and for him to just put you back in the water!” Tina’s tone was very annoyed.

“Mam, Matthew asked me constantly if I was ok to get back in the water but I just thought it would have been better to go and get it done with. I didn’t know how I was going to react once I was back in the water.”

“Taron…”

He could hear the slight disappointment in his mother’s voice and hated knowing she was disappointed in him. He was trying to think of how to answer her and he felt the calming hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Robyn behind him, giving him the most perfect encouraging look and squeeze on his shoulder.

After she gave the phone to Taron, Robyn walked back into her room and flopped back on the bed. She needed a bit more time to herself still trying to process being accosted by Keith, seeing Taron in a fist fight but as she had left the bedroom door open, soon heard how he was relaying everything in some deep detail to his mam, answering tonnes of questions and she couldn’t leave him alone to replay it all when he had arrived at her house terrified last night, so she made her way back to him.  She wouldn’t have him sitting by himself as he talked through everything that happened to him, especially because he had been so knocked by it. She could see the slight relief in his eyes when he saw her behind him and she walked around the side of the couch, stepped over his out-stretched legs and took a seat beside him on his right side. She was very surprised that he wasn’t in his usual corner, claiming it as his own from the first time he sat in it but instead he was just sitting on the couch like a normal person. She made sure to sit shoulder to shoulder with him, to let him know she was right there with him and for him as he spoke to his mam.

Having finally calmed his mam down by assuring her while he was rattled by the pool work, he had talked through it all with Robyn, he moved on to speak about what he had been doing since he had arrived in Robyn’s home. When he got to the part where he had been in a fight, Robyn heard the second serious scolding he was getting from his mam and saw the strain in Taron’s face and whole body and she took the phone from him, still hearing his mam’s angry tones.

“Robyn, don’t…” He had tried to protest but Robyn pushed his hand away.

“Tina…” Her voice stopped Taron’s mam concerned tones.

“Robyn you won’t be able to defend him this time.”

“Well, I can and will because wasn’t his fault.”

“Robyn…”

“My ex turned up and just started shit and Taron was standing up for me. We just walked away.” She gave Taron a little look, his face still worried about his mam’s reaction to what Robyn was saying. “My ex is just a prick, if you excuse my language Tina and Taron was the most perfect man. You should be proud of him rather than mad at him. He had my back the whole time.” Robyn sighed a little. “Your son is the most wonderful person I have ever met Tina and I am blessed that he was there with me because if he wasn’t, I don’t think I would have come out of that meet in one piece emotionally.”

Tina’s anger melted away as she heard the emotion in Robyn’s voice and having spoken with Taron briefly around her ex, knew he wasn’t a very nice man but it appeared he was a fucker as Taron had relayed to her. She had immediately felt anger as Taron spoke to her about his last two days because she was so worried about him, especially when he had called her from his trailer in a serious panic over going back into the pool. This film had taken a horrible toll on him in so many ways and to hear that once again he had found himself in trouble in the water, she was so scared for him. She had nearly lost her son once and was devastated to hear he was struggling but Robyn was there for him as she always was. She longed to give Robyn a long hug, to tell her that she was blessed to have someone who cared so much about her son, who had yet again had given him a sanctuary when he needed it the most but then to know that Taron had protected her in the same manner that she protected him, she loved Robyn for her selfless love for her son. To know Taron had found someone he trusted completely to just turn up on their doorstep in the middle of night with no questions asked, created a feeling of comfort to Tina. He used her as his support and for Taron that was a hard thing to do but he trusted Robyn and Tina did too.

She sighed. “I know Taron is listening so I will just say it to you because he will hear it. I am sorry for getting mad at him but as his mother I have to right too.”

“Absolutely.” Robyn agreed.

Her words made Tina laugh lightly. “You get mad at him too?”

Robyn half smiled and glanced to Taron. “Not mad per say but more so telling him it was ok to feel shit and scared about the pool work and not to feel less of man because of what happened. He was naturally affected by what happened but I don’t think he quite understood how much until he was back in the water and unfortunately because of my trip to the hospital, he was distracted.” She gave his leg a light pat. “I would never be mad at him because then he had every right to be mad at me for pushing myself too hard and he wasn’t. He was just a perfect friend who helped me but I agree with you. This shoot has been very hard.”

“But you will always be there for him and you will always find a way to have his back.”

“Well, he always has mine and no matter what I will always have his. He was pretty much my Welsh knight in shining armour with Keith. I know if he wasn’t there, it would have ended a lot differently.” Robyn replied softly. “He has been through a lot over the last two days and while I know you are a little mad at him, sometimes a lesson needs to be learnt the hard way and I understand why he wanted to get through the water work so quickly just to get it done but he didn’t know he was going to react like he did.”

Tina was smiling on the other end of the phone. “Can I talk to my son please?”

“Sure.” Robyn handed the phone back to Taron who looked weary of speaking with his mother again.

“Mam…”

“I love her.” Tina said quietly into the phone. “Taron…” She desperately wanted to hug her son. He had more ups then downs in life but his downs were so hard on him. “Are you ok?” She asked gently.

“Yeah, mam I am ok.” He assured her. “Tired but I am ok. Robyn has been amazing as always.”

“Which is why you need to be there with her. We can re-organise our dinner.”

“I am sorry for letting you down.”

“Oh love you haven’t at all. We can go to London to see you any time. You don’t get to visit Robyn very often.”

“Maybe next weekend?”

“Sure love. We can confirm it during the week.”

“Sure.”

“Taron is Robyn ok? Sounds like that was one horrible reunion.”

Taron looked her way and while she was sitting right beside him, her eyes were focused down. She still looked sad and very tired too. He gave her shoulder a little nudge and she returned his nudge but gave him a shrug too. “She is ok.” He replied to his mam. “It was just a lot.”

“I can only imagine. I am glad you are together.” Tina added. “Together you two can get through anything.”

“Yeah mam.”

“Love, keep your head up, ok? Sorry for all the questions.”

“Oh mam no it’s ok. I know it is only because you were worried.”

“That water work.”

Taron agreed nodding his head. “I won’t be doing any more any time soon.”

“And never without Robyn.” Tina said firmly.

“Never.” He added with a very light laugh. “Mam I am so sorry about the dinner. I never meant to forget about it.”

“Taron don’t worry about it at all ok. Sometimes these things happen and happen for the right reason. Enjoy your time with Robyn. It has been another tough few days for you both.” Tina’s voice turned to a whisper. “Taron, please just tell her that you love her.”

“Yeah Mam, I will give you a call tomorrow ok?”

“Love you.”

“I love you too.”

Phone called ended, Taron leaned forward to drop his phone onto the coffee table and then sat back into the couch. He was tired and sore physically and emotionally and just wanted to go back to four days ago and tell Matthew that he wasn’t ready to film the water work and leave it until the end of the shoot. He wouldn’t going through hell right now if he had of but then he also wouldn’t have been able to stand up for Robyn if he hadn’t of arrived in Kilcreen. While she may not have been at the coffee shop when Keith was, there was a part of Taron that was ninety-nine percent sure, he would have found his way to her home and she would have been alone and still recovering from her time in the hospital and God only knows what could have happened to her. He was more than happy to have taken a few hits for her because he adored her and would do anything in the world for her but he was just tired. He needed a break. From filming, from so called real life. He would love to take Robyn, hop in his camper and just drive away for a few nights because he was sure she would appreciate that too. He knew some nice spots in Wales that were beautiful and peaceful and away from everything. Anything to escape reality for a while and with it getting closer to August and the end of his filming, he had wanted to talk to her about spending some time together and the more he thought about it, the more it sounded like a wonderful idea.

Robyn wanted the ground to swallow her up. Never mind having to explain to Tina what had happened, she had told herself that she would never let Keith get under her skin and it took that one simple smirk from him through the window for her to crumble and she was just humiliated by his harsh words and how he had spoken about her. None of it was true of course apart from the part where he had admitted he had cheated on her from the very beginning. Robyn of course was in a relationship buzz at the time and her heart was broken all over again with the new betrayal.

And Taron was dragged into everything. Sweet, beautiful Taron who less than twelve hours ago was laying in her bed curled into her having come to her because he needed a safe haven. While her home was his safe haven, Taron was hers. Without a doubt. And lately all she could think about was him. She got so excited when his name flashed up on her phone with a text message even if was only a smiley face or a single word. She looked forward to his calls, hearing his voice, reading his tone as to whether he was excited or tired, happy or frustrated and finding a way to chat him down from whatever he needed. She called him too and he always answered her calls when he could, leaving her voice mails, mostly singing ones and she returned the favour too. He was thoughtful and kind and cuddly. So cuddly and affectionate. She adored that about him. A kiss, a cuddle, a hug. He gave them freely and willingly and my goodness she loved it when he did. She loved hearing his laugh, his deep chuckles that came from right within his chest. His voice that turned deep and low, when his green eyes matched and gosh those eyes. She got lost in them many times and wiped countless tears from them. She just loved him. End of. As did her mother, who had told her many times since he had stayed with her in the hospital. Talked about him non-stop, even her dad pitching in with what a nice young man he was. She snuck a side glance to him and turned her eyes back to her knees. She loved how much he trusted her. How he could come to her for anything because she felt the same way with him. When Beth got caught under the shelf and she needed someone to go to, Taron was her first choice. Not her best friends but Taron because she knew he would understand her and he had been wonderful and that was the way he had been since he arrived at her home and made himself at home, gave her blue dinosaur a name and shared her bed, never once crossing any boundary.

She sighed and looked to him again. She loved him. Even just sitting beside him hearing him breathe, seeing his shoulders rise and fall with each breath was making her cheeks flush. She loved holding him and hugging him and caring for him. Running her hands through his hair, down his nose because he loved that. Rubbing his shoulders for him and sneaking in back massages when she could. She appreciated how he had managed to integrate their two worlds together in such a way that she actually enjoyed joining him at his public appearances and even loved the fancy dresses he got her to wear and how matching was their thing, even though she hated it at first. Looking past him, she glanced to the photos on her piano. Her favourite one was still the first one they had ever taken again together where he was kissing her cheek and she was smiling. Closing her eyes, she knew she was smiling at the memories of those two weeks. Of every other time they had spent together. She just wanted to always to be able to look after him and be there for him because she just had this feeling, he would always be there for her too.

Looking to him again, he looked bruised and shattered. She knew he hadn’t slept well last night, his sleep definitely plagued by a few nightmares and she could now see the sleepless night under his eyes, dark deep black circles etched into his skin. He looked like he just needed a break, a long holiday to recharge. Kilcreen had been a lovely place of relaxation for him but she knew he was coming to the end of his shoot and had mentioned coming to stay with her. She wondered if she could take some time off work and spend some time with him and bring him down to the south west coast of Ireland. They had really never left Kilcreen and County Kerry was peaceful and quiet and she knew he would love it there. She heard his horribly deep sigh, seeing his chest rise and fall. A break away would be amazing for him. For her too. A break together.

Taron had been in his own world. Thinking about his call with his mam, very sure it was not the end of the conversation but thanks to Robyn, he was saved from a deeper bollocking, however he knew at some point it was coming his way. Then all he could think about was how tired he was suddenly and his body was feeling achier than before, the headache from last night coming back. He was still pissed off at Keith for what he did to Robyn but then also thinking about how the film was halted for him again. He had experienced a tough shoot before but nothing like this one and definitely needed something more light hearted if possible for his next project which he hadn’t even thought about yet. But definitely nothing with water. And it had to be close to Robyn. He couldn’t think about filming far away from her after being so close to her for this shoot. He didn’t want to be far away from her. He needed to be near her because when he wasn’t, all he did was think about her and now after all the shit with Keith, he really really needed and wanted her to feel worthy of everything she was and to tell her that she was everything to him and that he was so in love with her.

But they just sat in silence together because he didn’t know how to begin. While he was lost in his thoughts, he could tell Robyn was very much too and he was so glad they were sitting beside each other. He always felt comfortable with her even when they didn’t speak and this silence was because so much had happened in the last couple of hours but they were together and together they could get through anything as his mam had said. He peaked a look her way and didn’t realise there was a little smile on his lips, the slight raise of his lips hurting his split it. He gently licked the cut, knowing it should heal quick enough but it still stung a little. It was worth it though to finally have that fucker leave Robyn alone. Deciding it was just best to sit and be with her, he knew Robyn would speak when she was ready and he didn’t want to push her so sat as he was.

Robyn was still looking at Taron from the corner of her eyes and all she could think of was how beautiful he was. Inside and out. There was no denying she was attracted to him. She was a woman after all and the more time she spent with him, the more she fell in love with him. She felt her heart skip a beat as her eyes followed the line of his nose and lips, then along his jaw. He had never protested when she kissed his nose or cheeks or forehead and he always let her without question, place her hand over his heart just to double check it was still beating. Still focused on his lips, she saw him lick the little cut on his lip, a slight wet sheen left behind and her heart jumped once more and her whole body trembled with a shiver. A very good shiver. One she hadn’t felt in a such a very very long time and it was quickly followed by a heat in her cheeks and an idea that was either stupid or brave.

She was sitting on the couch beside him but moved to her knees, now kneeling beside him, and not even giving herself a chance to re-think or back out, she put her hands on Taron’s shoulders and lifted her right leg over his legs and then straddling him, sat on his lap.

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[ TAGS ] toxic dynamic, unreliable narration, manipulation, trauma, abuse of power, DEAD DOVE ; DO NOT EAT !

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CHAPTER 1 - A BURNING MEMORY

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Li's POV

"Hey mom, I'm back! Did you start making dinner yet?" No one responded. Weird. I went to the kitchen only to find it empty. "Are you guys home? Yuming? Mom?" I asked, again met with silence. "I brought back the groceries you wanted!" I yelled. Are they home? I took my phone out of pocket- I should probably call them. Before I could press call, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "AGH! Mom you scared me! Why didn't you reply?" I asked her. No reply. "Mom?" The house started to smell really weird. The air became foggy. I couldn't see her anymore. "Mom!" I cough from the smoke. "Mom, we need to get out! Mom-" She was burning. She was burning. I can't do anything- I can't move. It's like something was holding me back. "MOM!" I screamed. Why couldn't I move?! I stare as she mumbled something. I couldn't hear her. "Mom?" "It burns," she says, before the flaming roof collapses on her.

Rei's POV

i was greeted with a burst of flames and a blow of smog into my face, while the screams of agony echoed around me. the abrupt shift from the quiet, dark bedroom i was just into this tragic scene. little stray sparks from the inferno land on my white button-up shirt, leaving small burn holes. i walked toward the burning building, fully engulfed in flames, delicately stepping over debris and the remnants of this dingy home. as i cautiously approach the collapsed kitchen, i see the burnt remains of what i can only assume is a mother. 

the heat has reduced her once loving caring arms into a dark crispy layer… her wrinkly charred skin was barely clinging onto her flesh, her flesh barely clinging onto her bare brittle fragmented bones. her bones were exposed, calcified, and fractured. her corpse was crushed by the wooden debris of the ceiling. her corpse was basically fused with it. her corpse fused with the remnants of her clothing, obscuring her body. she became one with the place that will haunt her baby. the once tender and nurturing warmth of her could never be recovered. the feeling of a motherly bond between her and her baby could never be brought upon her son again, leaving him to hold onto the fragments of suppressed memories about his mother. “MOM!” i heard in the distance behind me. who is that? i turned around to pathetic crying mess of a boy.

… i don’t think i should be interfering. this was unfortunate timing for me to invade his little nightmare. i sighed, opening up the extraterrestrial portal back to the mortal realm, and away from dreamland. i go through the portal, which is covered by smoke. i step through the portal, enveloped by smoke. the screams echo around me, gradually fading as i pass through.

Li's POV

“It burns,” a sickeningly familiar voice says in my ear. She sounds so different, though. “MOM!” I scream, waking up from the nightmare. I clutch my shirt, slowly regaining my breath. I open my eyes to find my dog in front of me. “...Good morning, Benji,” I say, scratching underneath his chin. My smile fades when I hear my alarm go off—a reminder that I have to go to school today. It’s been—what, a year since I last went? A year since the fire. I shudder, pushing the thought away. I hurry to get ready, not wanting to be late. I glance at the time: 7:30 AM. I should be heading out soon. Finally, I pour Benji his breakfast and a fresh bowl of water. “See you later, Benji,” I say, petting him one last time before I walk out the door. As soon as I step outside, my phone rings. Who could be calling me this early? I pick up the phone. “Hello? This is Li.” “Good. You’re going to school, correct?” “...Dad?” I say, surprised. The last time I heard from him was when he gave me the apartment. “Don’t be late. Study hard,” he says. He hangs up before I can even respond. I sigh. In all honesty, I don’t want to go to school. I’m scared. What if— I take a deep breath. I can’t be freaking out already. I rub my fingers over my jade necklace, calming myself. I take one last deep breath before I start walking to school.

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Continued thread for @spellwrites

First on the agenda for today, in the Sisyphean endeavor of making 12 Grimmauld Place a semi-inabitable dwelling for the Order, was to clean and thoroughly decontaminate the master bedroom. After Imogen's last shift on cleaning duty ended in a doxy exorcism, Sirius had promised to run preliminary reconnaissance on today's target to get a sense of what they'd be dealing with before Imogen and the others arrived. Imogen, predictably, showed up exactly half an hour before she was scheduled, and the bedroom looked like it hadn't been touched, let alone reconnaissanced, in well over a decade. Her face contorted as she inspected the nearby dresser.

"I can't imagine what could possibly be better than rooting around in your mother's unmentionables for dangerous curses," she said, grimacing as she levitated one of the aforementioned garments out of its drawer. "Before we get started, I need to know: if we find any sex toys in here, you'll back me up when I tell Dumbledore the whole building needs to be condemned for public safety, yeah?"

There was nothing--absolutely nothing--that Sirius would put past his family at this point. All long dead, and still they'd left their ugly, dusty mark on the world, haunting him and the rest of the Order beyond the grave as though it was their solemn duty. Which, now that Sirius thought about it, it probably was: it would be just like his mother to dedicate not only her life but her death too to making the world worse than how she'd left it. Wasn't her portrait proof of that, yelling obscenities night and day every time somebody so much as coughed in front of her frame? Keeping her curtains closed was a near impossible task in of itself, and so the idea of opening her room--of going through her old things and finding out what other fresh horrors she might have left behind--did not appeal to Sirius in the slightest.

Yes, he'd promised Imogen he would survey the room before she arrived. Yes, he said he'd start the process of cleaning it out, get an idea of what they were dealing with. And, yes, he had tried--in a manner of speaking. He'd drank a whole bottle of fire whiskey, paced around the hall for an hour, cursed himself hoarse, and walked in and out of the room at least five times before he'd given up entirely.

As Imogen now bravely pushed the door open, Sirius glowered around. It was dusty and abandoned, but not nearly as much as it should have been, meaning Kreacher had undoubtedly been spending time in here. This only deepened Sirius' frown. The elf's dedication to his mother had always been disturbing, but to think of the little creature alone here, crying over his mother's knickers, was too much to fathom when he'd already sobered up.

He glared at Imogen. "I won't be here to back you up, as I'll have jumped out a window," he growled. He used his own wand to open a cabinet and begin levitating out some of the clothes to see if any terrible creatures or curses were hiding behind her fur coats. "Ah, was that the door? Maybe we should go check it out--" He gestured toward the bedroom door, his intent clear: let's leave and never come back. He had, however, not really heard the front door at all, nor was anyone scheduled to come by within the next 24 hours.