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itsonlyjoseph · 5 months ago

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Vampires Everywhere! || Eddie Munson x Reader

warnings: Mean!Eddie, vampire/monster Eddie, bullying, angst, Stockholm syndrome, attempted SA (not by Eddie)

synopsis: after witnessing something she wasn’t meant to, the reader has a hard time staying away from Eddie.

Word count: 6.8k

The halls of Hawkins High seemed to blend together to you now. All the familiar faces that wouldn’t recognise you in a crowd, all blended together into one big sad blur. You hated school. You hated it with a passion for many different reasons. One of the bigger reasons was that you had zero friends. No one to talk too and no one to comfort you on your bad days.

Everyone at Hawkins High was either incredibly mean to you or simply didn’t give you the time of day and turned their noses up at you. The popular kids bullied you, the band geeks wouldn’t let you sit with them, with the resident ‘freak’ didn’t give you the time of day. You blended right into the background and pretty soon you became kind of okay with it.

Until you met Jason Carver of course. He had some sick problem with you that soon became rather physical. Sometimes he’d kick your bag down the hall or try to trip you in the cafeteria. He’d called a stalker or a freak plenty of times, claiming that you were a people watcher. I mean, sure you were but you didn’t see anything wrong with that. Observing the students around you. He just simply hated you and would do anything to make your time at this school absolute hell.

It was a normal (normal for you) Monday morning when you’d walked into the halls to start the day. You noticed a group of the popular kids standing by the lockers but luckily didn’t see Jason. You didn’t have the energy for him today. You did, however, notice Eddie Munson walking towards his own locker, head facing straight forward, a stoic almost angered look adorning his face. You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He was so captivating in a way you couldn’t explain. Yes, you thought he was good looking or whatever but it was more than that. Something you couldn’t quite place.

He always sat alone in lunch, didn’t talk to anyone or really participate in class. You never saw him at pep rally’s and any after school events. He was a mystery to everyone.

Suddenly his deep, almost black eyes met yours and his brows furrowed. You sucked in a breath and quickly turned away, embarrassed that you were caught staring. You so badly wanted to talk to him and get to know him, considering he wasn’t exactly popular either, but judging from the looks he always gave you, he didn’t want to get to know you.

You sighed deeply before closing your locker and getting ready to head to class. Although, once your locker slammed shut, you had the fright of your life when you realised Jason had been standing there waiting for you.

“Hey Stalker.” He taunted, a sick, sarcastic smile of his face.

You tried to bite back the tears that threatened to spill, scared of what he’d do to you this time. The taunts were getting worse and worse as the days went on. You wouldn’t be surprised if he just straight up punched you in the face this time.

“What do you want, Jason?” You mumbled, pulling your bag closer to your body.

“Hey, hey, hey, we just want to talk.” He said, faking getting defensive. He stepped closer to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Just wanted to see how you were doing this morning.” He smiled sweetly.

“How I’m doing?” You asked but before you could really finish the question, Jasons fist came into contact with your stomach. The hard blow caused to double over in pain as Jason crouched done next to you.

“Watch it, stalker.” He whispered before patting your back and walking away. You tightly clutched your stomach as the tears finally spilled over and streamed down your face.

You sat in the empty hallway for a few minutes before slowly climbing to your feet, still winded from Jason’s punch. You decided that today you’d just skip. You were already tired and mentally drained but Jason’s attack just put the cherry on top for you.

You slumped down and trudged out the doors of Hawkins Highs and down towards the forest. You didn’t have a car so you couldn’t drive home, unless you wanted to hitchhike for a few hours. You figured you’d just hang out for the whole day and then sneak onto the school bus. It wasn’t ideal but it’s all you had.

You walked into the forest, deep enough that no one would see you and kept walking, crying to yourself. So much so that you almost didn’t notice the leaves and twigs rustling and breaking near you. You looking around for the source of the noise, fear slightly setting in.

You crept forwards and thats when you saw it. It was him. It was Eddie. He was hunched over, squatting down over what looked to be a deer. Blood everywhere. So much blood. Blood covered his hands and mouth as he feed on the animal.

Your eyes widened in fear as he heard you gasp. His head shot around and you saw his usual eyes looking completely black and bloodshot, small inflamed veins covering the skin around them. He looked angry. And hungry.

You tried to stumbled backwards and run away but he was faster than you. He grabbed you by the neck and brought you closer to his face. You could see the angry radiating off of him and the sent of fresh blood so strong it nearly made you gag.

He trickled blood all over you neck and chest as he held a tight grip.

“What the fuck are you doing here.” He snarled out. If you weren’t so terrified of everything you just saw, you’d be glad to finally hear his voice for the first time.

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed silently.

His grip on your neck tightened as he lifted you so easily off the ground, bringing you eye level with him. “I should’ve known this would happen. Should’ve known you’d follow me. Stalker.” He taunted you. “I should kill you.” He said, squeezing.

You wheezed and coughed, trying to breathe, as you grabbed onto his terribly cold wrist. You felt dizzy as he squeezed your neck harder. He brought you slowly fading body face to face with him.

“I should break your fucking neck.” He snarled into your cheek. “You’d taste so good. They always do when they’re scared.” He whispered.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was hot. But it was real life and you were about to die.

Suddenly, Eddie began to laugh. A sick, taunting laugh that showed all the blood and pieces of deer meet stuck in his teeth.

“You’re loving this aren’t you.” He taunted you, making your eyes snap open.

“W-what?” You muttered out, scared out of your mind.

“Always watching, you think I don’t notice you staring at me.” He snarled once again, his face getting even closer.

“I can smell it a mile away.” He whispered that last part, nearly making your eyes pop out of your head. His head dipped down to lick the space just below your ear lobe, licking away the blood he’d smeared there and feeling your thumping pulse under his tongue.

“Your heart is racing.”

His blackened eyes looked over you for a moment with an unreadable expression. This is it, you though. He was going to kill you.

Suddenly is hand released your neck and you fell to the ground coughing and trying to breath again. You looked up at him after a moment to see him walking away, back towards the school.

You let the tears run freely down your face as you clutched your neck. When you wiped away the tears, you also wiped away some the blood he’d smeared on your face with his mouth.

You didn’t know what to think. You’d found Eddie eating the guts out of a dead and he threatened to kill you. What would any person think in this situation. You were too scared to move.

After you caught your breath, you picked yourself up and bolted back towards the school. You had no other choice. You felt it too dangerous to stay out in the woods or hitchhike home.

Inside the school, the halls were empty as everyone was probably in class. Luckily for you, the girls bathroom was also empty.

When you finally caught sight of yourself in the mirror, you nearly screamed. There was smeared blood covering your neck where Eddie’s hand gripped you. There was blood dripping from your cheek where Eddie touched his face to yours.

The top of your collar was blood soaked also. You quickly splashed water on your face as best you could to rid yourself of the blood. You also opted to remove the blood stained shirt and just wear the cami underneath.

You walked out of the bathroom, breathing heavily, and walked towards the nurses office.

“Can you call my mom, I don’t feel well.” You squeaked out.

“Oh, dear, you look like you’ve seen a ghost! Why don’t you have a seat there and I’ll call her.” The nurse smiled sweetly at you.

You felt your heart pumping rapidly in your chest as you relayed to images from the forest in your mind. You knew Eddie was quiet and a little strange but never did you think about this.

Little did you know, Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about you either. He still had your scent in his nose. The smell of your fear, the smell of your arousal. He so desperately wanted to rip you apart in every way imaginable.

He’d walked back to school after he cleaned off his hands and face and headed straight for the hellfire room. An old theatre room now used for storage where he’d come to be alone with his thoughts. He never expected you of all people to catch him feeding. Strange, stalker Y/N. He’d obviously noticed you around school before. He noticed everyone. But he never gave you much thought before. Just a play thing for the popular kids to bully.

He thought about what he wanted to do to you. What he should have done to you. He was hungry and you interrupted him. He should’ve ripped you apart, limb from limb but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Maybe he should have just bitten you, get a small taste to satisfy his appetite. He suddenly found himself growing angry at the thought of just letting you walk away like that.

He kicked the seat back and stomped out of the hellfire room and towards the front of the school. Just as his luck would have it, he saw you waiting on the front steps, seeming for someone to pick you up. Suddenly, a car pulled up and you got in. A wicked smile grew on his face as a plan formed in his head. He’d follow you home, wait until nighttime, then kill you and feed.

Driving home, you felt yourself grow more and more tired yet every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was Eddie’s eyes. Dark and evil, staring right into your soul.

“Are you sure you don’t need to see the doctor honey, you really don’t look well.” You mother asked you, turning onto your street.

“I’m fine, just need to rest.” You mumbled back, facing away from her. She definitely didn’t need to know what you saw today. She’d probably have you institutionalised. Although you wouldn’t blame her for that.

You arrived home and immediately ran up the stairs to your bedroom. Without even taking off your clothes, you dived head first into the covers and pillows and tried to allow sleep to take you. With no such luck.

You were so exhausted and sick to your stomach, your mind racing a million miles a second with the thoughts of earlier today. After a short while you eventually drifted off to sleep, although it wasn’t exactly a peaceful slumber. Inside your head, blood rained down upon you as the sky’s ripped open with a red lightening. Monsters and horrid looking creatures surrounding you and chasing you down.

Eddie had followed you home and now that night had fallen, he climbed up the drainpipe to your bedroom window and peered in to see you sleeping in the bed. The window was unlocked. Silly girl, he thought.

Once his feet where did planted on the plush carpet of your bedroom, he noticed that you appeared to be having a nightmare. Tossing and turning with sweat glistening on your forehead.

He could not only hear your heart beating out of your chest, but also see it. The loud thumping drawing his attention to your barely covered chest area made his tongue water.

He snatched his eyes away from your sleeping body for a moment to gaze around your bedroom. He noticed you had a Black Sabbath poster on the back of your door and if he wasn’t so blood thirsty right now, he would have smiled.

His eyes met your form once again as he crept closer to you, placing both his hands on other side of your head and hovering over you. His mouth laid itself on your neck as he readied himself to bite.

But he couldn’t do it.

For some strange reason he couldn’t bring himself to sink his teeth into your burning skin.

He’d never felt this way before. He so desperately wanted to rip your throat open and devour you yet couldn’t force himself to do it.

He also noticed that once he was close enough to you, your tossing and turning had subsided.

This angered him even further.

First, you interrupted him during his feed and discovered what he truly was and now he can’t seem to kill you.

Eddie grunted angrily before rising from the bed and leaving through the window.

You startled awake, sensing a presence near you. You didn’t see anyone or anything in your bedroom but noticed the window wide open. You were terrified. After what you saw, you were afraid you’d never be a peace again. Not until Eddie killed you.

You stayed awake for the rest of the night, too anxious to even try to let sleep take you. You sat up right in your bed, clutching a sewing needle in your hands tightly as if it would offer some kind of protection from Eddie.

After a while, you noticed the sun beginning to rise. You hadn’t even thought about it but you knew you couldn’t go to school today and possibly be in the same place as Eddie. Luckily for you, you still looked rather distressed and it took little convincing for you mother to let you stay home again.

But soon she left and so did your father and pretty soon you were all alone in your house. You didn’t actually think that one through either. Maybe it was better to go to school, be surrounded by other people.

Even though you were mostly on edge all day, it came and went rather quickly as soon enough you were tucking yourself back into bed and clutching the sewing needle under your pillow. You made sure yo lock both the window and the bedroom door before drifting off into another restless sleep.

The shrill buzzing of your alarm clock woke you up after what seemed like a few minutes after you closed your eyes. You took a deep, shaky breath and got out of bed.

You got ready like normal. Brushing your teeth, packing your lunch and getting dressed. Everything seemed normal from the outside, but inside you were ready to faint, overwhelmed with possibly seeing Eddie and finding out what he’d do to you.

The bus picked you up and dropped you off at the front steps and you made your way in, gripping your backpack straps so tightly your knuckles turned white.

Home room was fine, as was your first two classes. You thought you kept seeing Eddie everywhere from the corner of your eye but realised once you turned it was just someone with long dark hair or dark clothing.

Things however took a turn when lunchtime rolled around. You made your way into the cafeteria and sat down at your usual table to eat when you locked eyes with him. The real him.

Eddie was sat a few tables away, staring right into your soul. His lip was slightly upturned as if he wanted to growl at you. His pale skin was a bright contrast from his dark eyes and dark eyes.

You couldn’t pull your eyes away from him. You were too scared to do anything.

Suddenly, however, you focus was forced towards something else when you felt you chair kicked out from under you, causing you to fall to the ground. You looked up and saw Jason and a few of his goons laughing above you as did the rest of the cafeteria.

“Hey Stalker.” Jason smirked. “We missed you yesterday. We had a surprise for you.” He taunted, sarcastically.

Jason pushed your bag off the table and kicked it til it slid across the cafeteria, completely out of reach. One of his buddies then handed him a tall take out cup full of what looked like chocolate milk.

You looked on in horror, ready to bathe in this chocolate milk as Jason raised the cup above you. Suddenly, a cold pale hand gripped Jason’s forearm tightly. You looked over to see Eddie, an almost unreadable yet angry look on his face as he stared down at Jason. Eddie was slightly taller and bigger than Jason and as it seemed, a hell of a lot stronger.

“Touch her again, and I’ll break this arm.” Eddie seethed quietly, to which seemingly on Jason and yourself heard him.

You didn’t know what to think right now. Eddie was… defending you?

He squeezed Jason’s arm just enough for him to drop the cup, spilling its content all over the floor next to you then a look of uncontrollable fear flashed across his face.

After that, Jason made a dash for the doors and Eddie looked down at you, still seething with anger. You couldn’t exactly read to look on his face but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t intrigue you.

Here he was, this brooding quiet loner who threaten to kill you just days before now defending you against your biggest tormentor. Why would he do that?

He looked you over once more before stomping out of the cafeteria himself, everyone’s eyes watching him leave before turning to you. You scrambled to your feet, feeling the embarrassment set in, and left also.

Eddie made his way home after that. He was angry at himself. His fists gripped the steering wheel of his beat up of van so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Even whiter than his already pale skin.

Skidding to a stop, he jumped out and stomped into the house. At first he was pacing his bedroom, internally fighting himself. Then all that anger just bubbled out and his fist was flying into the wall beside him.

The patchy, brittle drywall crumbled beneath his fist, a few cuts lining his newly bruised knuckles.

Meanwhile, you cleaned yourself up in the girls bathroom, a few splashes of chocolate milk getting in your hair. You were so beyond confused right now. Confused about what Eddie was, why he defended you, your feelings.

It didn’t take long for the chocolate milk to be out of your hair and you walked out of the bathroom when you heard the bell sound.

For the rest of the day, no one spoke to you. It wasn’t really a change from every other day but now it felt more amplified. You got strange looks of disgust and intrigue from everyone around you. You could barely take it.

You walked home that day, not bothering to wait for the bus. You couldn’t imagine being cramped in a bus for 45 minutes with everyone staring and whispering.

Your mom and dad weren’t home when you arrived. They’d left a note on the kitchen table saying they’d gone to visit your grandmother for the night. Great.

You slumped up to your room and immediately collapsed on the bed. What a day, you thought. You’d been having quite a few of these ‘days’ lately.

You’d drifted off rather quickly and your light snores filled the air as the temperature in the room became cold, your window sliding open slowly.

Eddie had followed you home once again. He waited till you were sleeping to crawl into the room and crouched down next to your bed.

He had a deep scowl across his face as he watched your sleeping form. You looked at peace and he hated it. He hated it more than anything that he was feeling so… soft around you.

Almost on instinct, Eddie’s hand reaches up and gently touched your hair. It was soft. His hand stroked your hair a few times before moving down to rest on your exposed shoulder. The skin beneath his hand burned against him.

You started to shift around in your sleep and Eddie thought for a moment that he’d been caught. But he looked up to see your eyes still closed. You continued to move around, soft groan leaving your parted lips and a frown deepening on your face.

You were having a nightmare.

Eddie quickly retracted his hand and looked at you confused.

Even before he turned into this creature, he didn’t have a ton of experience with people. He didn’t know if he should comfort you somehow or just leave. He didn’t want you to wake up and see him there.

He hesitantly reached his hand out once again and placed it on your cheek, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your cheek.

You reached out in your sleep and grabbed his wrist, snuggling into it further.

Eddie frowned at you and the warm feeling spreading in his chest. He hated this feeling. He hated it even more when you seemingly relaxed and went back to a peaceful slumber.

Eddie quickly snatched his hand away and stood up, making his way for the window before disappearing into the street.

You sleep for the rest of the night.

Friday arrived and you found yourself bored out of your mind. You hadn’t really since Eddie since he defended you in the cafeteria two days ago.

“Yeah dude, they don’t even ID you!” You heard two of the band kids chatting amongst themselves. They were walking a few paces ahead of you but close enough for your to hear their conversation.

“Okay, Hideout. 8 o’clock.” The other replied excitedly.

The Hideout. You’d heard of it before. It was some trashy bar that let anyone in. You’d never been before but it did intrigue you.

Maybe you could go and get drunk and have fun for the first time in a while.

It would definitely take your mind off things…

Later that night, you were ready.

Even though you were just wearing what you’d worn to school that day, you still felt good. Excited.

Hitchhiking to the Hideout only took around 20 minutes. The sun had barely set so you still felt a little safe walking by yourself.

There were a few sketchy looking people standing around outside, chatting and smoking, some looking over at you menacingly.

There wasn’t anyone at the door though, meaning you could simply walk in without any trouble.

Inside, the atmosphere was thick and dark and smokey. People were everywhere as you made your way to the bar.

“What can I get ya’?” The bartender asked you, wiping his hands with a dirty rag.

“Uh..” You hesitated. You didn’t think this far. You didn’t really know of any alcoholic beverages besides wine. You couldn’t exactly order that in a place like this.

The bartender sensed your unease and chuckled at you before pouring you a beer. The first one they had on tap.

“Here kid, try that.” He said before walking away. You’d reached into your pocket to pay him but he was already gone.

You turned back to your beer, sipping it and immediately deciding you hated it, scrunching your face up at the horrid taste. The crowd piled in as the band made their way onto the stage to finish setting up.

Suddenly, the stage lights flickered on and the sound of loud heavy metal music pounded through your ears. Your eyes wondered over the band before landing on Eddie. You blinked a few times and saw that it really was him. And that he was already looking at you with a blank expression on his face.

You gulped down the rest of your beer and nervously watched as the band played a few songs. Eddie’s eyes seemingly never left you.

The night was coming to a close so you decided to step out into the alley way to take a breather. The air was still warm as you leaned up against the dirty bricks.

“Hey doll.” You heard from beside you. You opened your eyes and looked to the side to see an older, 50 something man smirking uncomfortably at you. You tried to politely smile at him before turning away hoping he’d take the hint. He did not.

“You look a little lonely out here by yourself.” He was suddenly right beside you. He smelled heavily of liquor and sweat and it made your stomach turn. He also towered over you.

“I’m fine.” You smiled, scooting away slightly.

“You don’t want a little company, baby?” He smirked, he filthy hands coming up to touch your waist, making you flinch. “I bet you taste good.” He whispered as his face inched closer to yours. The tears welled up in your eyes as you found yourself frozen with fear.

He chuckled darkly as his hand moved from your waist to grope your breast. This didn’t last long however.

Almost as suddenly as it started, he was ripped away from you with a grunt. Your eyes shot open to see him pressed up against the brick wall opposite you, his feet dangling above the ground and a strong fist gripped tightly around his throat.

It was Eddie.

He had that same look of pure rage adorning his face. The same one he had with Jason in the cafeteria.

Eddie’s hand was squeezing the man so tightly, his face was turning purple. He didn’t say anything, but you could tell he wanted to kill the man.

“Eddie, stop.” You pleaded. He didn’t hear you, he simply squeezed harder as the man’s eyes widened.

“Please, Eddie. Don’t!” You cried, grabbing his arm. This got his attention. His head snapped towards you to see your pleading face. His features softened for a split second.

He turned back to the man and dropped him to the ground, watching as he was gasping for breath. Then, Eddie turned to face you with his signature scowl across his face.

“Let’s go.” He seethed. You silently followed him close behind, making your way to his van parked out of the street.

You didn’t understand why but after seeing him defend you twice now, your fears of him began to slowly slip away against your better judgment.

You watched as he opened the passenger side door for you, not meeting your eye. You hesitated for a moment before slowly climbing into the van. Eddie closed the door and walked around to the other side, getting in himself.

Eddie drove in silence. You didn’t exactly know where he was taking you but once you started to recognise the neighbourhood, your stomach dropped.

“Wait! I can’t go home!” You panted. “If my mom finds I was out and drinking alcohol, she’ll kill me!”

Eddie looked at your frazzled face, slightly confused and slightly annoyed, before turning back to look at the road.

“Fine.” He muttered.

He made a swift u-turn, away from your neighbourhood.

Once again, silence coated the van.

“I didn’t know you were in a band.” You mumbled, trying to make small talk.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He said back, before turning to you and continuing. “Also seems like there’s a lot you do know.”

You gulped at this turned back to the road. You almost forgot about that. Almost.

“How long have you been in a band.” You felt beyond awkward but the small talk kept spilling out.

“A while.”

Pretty soon after that riveting conversation, the van pulled up outside a small, rundown looking trailer. You didn’t notice the van turn into the trailer park just outside of town but you did notice the lack of lights or people.

“Oh god.” You gulped, thinking this was it. Eddie was going to kill you and turn you into a meal.

“This is where I live.” He deadpanned, noticing your distress.

You took a deep breath and exited the van, following him towards the dark trailer. Your mind was screaming at you to turn and run away but your feet kept dragging you forwards.

You were waiting for the horrors of death to grab you as you walked through the door after Eddie, but once you were inside, your fears washed away. The inside of Eddie’s home was actually kind of… nice.

It was small and nothing special but it had character. There was a couch and a tv and plenty of trucker hats pinned to the walls.

“Do you live alone?” You wondered out loud, looking around the place.

“No, I live with my uncle but he works nights at the plant.” Eddie mumbled back to you, never talking his off your curious form.

“Why did you bring me here?” You said softly, finally meeting his eye.

“You didn’t want to go home.”

A soft silence fell over both of you, but not an uncomfortable one. You looked up at Eddie and in this light, he was the most beautiful creature you’d ever seen.

His eyes were so warm and gentle, nothing like the ones you’d seen in the forest that day.

“Come on. I’ll show you were you can sleep.” He said, breaking the small staring contest, walking down the hall.

You followed quickly and into what you guessed to be his bedroom. Your breath quickened when you stepped inside.

The room held to same feel as the rest of the trailer, yet seemed darker in comparison. Less homely.

Eddie gave you some clothes to wear to bed and they smelled just like him. Cheap but inviting. You came back to the room after changing to see Eddie pulling back the covers for you.

You gently laid down, scared to disrupt anything. Eddie turned to leave the room once you were in his bed but stopped when he felt your hand delicately wrap around his wrist.

“Wait!” You spoke, causing him to turn and look at you. “Will you lay with me?”

Eddie faltered for a moment and his stomach dropped. He looked down at you laying in his bed and felt something he’d never felt before. He couldn’t explain it.

He pulled back the covers of his bed and slid in next to you. You were both laying on your sides, facing each other. Eddie had his eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at you.

“Thank you.” You whispered after a short while.

“For what?” He asked, confused.

You scooted forward slightly, close enough to feel his hair tickling you on your forehead.

“For helping me… with that guy at The Hideout. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

His brows softened at your confession and the feeling of butterflies erupted in his stomach. Seemingly for the first time. He hated it.

“Okay.” He simply replied, slightly awkward and very uncomfortable at this foreign feeling.

You were silent for a few more moments, looking deeply at each other’s faces.

“How long have you been this way?” You whispered.

“Not long.” He said back to you. “When the earth quake happened last summer, it wasn’t an earthquake.”

“No?”

“I was in hell… or what felt like hell. These things attacked me. Ripped me apart and next I knew, I was like this when I woke up.”

He didn’t notice until now, but whilst he was speaking, you’d shuffled closer and closer until you had your chest pressed up against his.

“Were you going to hurt me that day… in the forest?” You whispered, not looking into his eyes.

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you?”

You were slightly scared of the answer but needed to know.

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly. “I wanted to. I wanted to hurt you so bad but I couldn’t. I couldn’t make myself hurt you. Couldn’t stand when other people tried to hurt you.”

You felt warmth swirling in your stomach at this. It was a strange feeling considering he wanted you dead at one point but you couldn’t help but feel softer.

“Eddie.” You whispered.

Eddie’s hands found their place on your waist. They were significantly larger than yours and nearly covered your entire mid section.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He muttered, brown furrowing once again.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the contact. You’d never had another boys hands on you before. You never expected it to be Eddie. And although this wasn’t inherently sexual at all, your skin was on fire.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either.” You respond. “Every time I see you I feel something I can’t explain. Like, I’m terrified of you but I don’t want to be away from you.”

Eddie didn’t respond. He just looked at you taking in your features. Suddenly, Eddie bedroom door swung open and the light flicked on, in walking what appeared to be Eddie’s uncle.

You and Eddie both sat up quickly and turned to the doorway.

“Eddie, I’m back from-“ Eddie uncle stopped himself when he noticed Eddie wasn’t alone. “Oh, sorry..”

Eddie uncle was surprised to see a girl in Eddie bed. He didn’t even know Eddie had friends.

“I’m Wayne.” He introduced.

“Y/N”

“Eddie, can I talk to you. Outside.” Wayne asked.

Eddie didn’t say a word, simply watching the interaction between you and his uncle. He got up from the bed and turned back to you.

“I’ll, uh.. be back.” He said, unsure.

You nodded and watched him walk out behind his uncle.

Once Wayne and Eddie were outside the trailer, Wayne pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

“Does she know?” He asked.

“She knows.” Eddie responded.

“You told her?”

“She caught me. It the woods at school.”

“So what, you’re keeping her around until you rip her heart out?”

Eddie grimaced. He didn’t know what he wanted from you. All he knew was that he felt odd without you.

“I did. But know I don’t know.”

Inside, you were watching Eddie and his uncle converse through the bedroom window. You turned away and started to look around Eddie’s room. The room definitely belonged to a teenage boy but showed no signs of the blood thirsty beast that Eddie really was.

He had band posters and an electric guitar hanging on the wall. He had a tv and some pornography clumsily hidden next to it. An ashtray pull of cigarette butts by his bed.

His bedroom was almost inviting and comforting.

Eddie returned shortly after.

“Hi..”

He was still uncomfortable. It was clear he’d never had anyone in his private space, let alone a girl.

“Hi. Uh, is it okay with your uncle that I’m here?”

“It’s fine.”

“Okay..”

The conversation faded out again. Eddie was still stood by the door, just watching you sat in his bed. He knew you were beautiful. He’d always known. Soft round face, sweet timid eyes and long flowing hair. You looked too pure to be here in his presence.

He was a wolf and you were a sheep.

Eddie slowly walked back towards the bed and laid down next to you again.

His eyes looked over you. They were so dark, you couldn’t actually see any brown in them, only black.

Before you knew it, you’d started to drift off until a gentle snore fell from you. Eddie was still awake as he listened, but not for long. Pretty soon, he was also asleep.

Peacefully.

He’d had one of the best nights sleep he’d ever had since he turned into this.

Several hours later, Eddie woke up. He woke up and found that you were still sleeping but now you were practically on top of him, head on his chest and arms wrapped around his middle. Eddie was uncomfortable for a few moments but made no effort to move you. He slowly relaxed and lowered his arm until it was around your back.

He thought about that day in the wood and how he was ready to murder you. He wanted to. He was getting sick of eating deer and “missing” cattle. He’d even eaten someone’s missing cat once. It was gross. It was all gross but he figured it was better than killing people. No matter how bad he wanted to.

He remembered back to the day of the earthquake. Being attacked. Waking up with an unquenchable thirst that nothing seemed to satisfy.

The day he turned into whatever this was, he felt pieces of soul was replaced with a dark black nothingness. He was always uninterested and barely smiled at people but now he was different. He was meaner, he never cared about anyone or anything. He felt nothing now. He couldn’t even tell if he hated it or missed it when it had a soul.

The next morning, you woke up but Eddie was nowhere to be found. You’d put your other clothes back on and folded the clothes Eddie gave you and placed on his made bed.

You’d wondered into the main part of the trailer and saw that no one was around at all.

You figured Eddie went out early before you’d woken up. He could have been doing anything anywhere so you decided it’d be best if you just walked home.

You didn’t know what to feel right now.

First, Eddie almost killed you. He wanted to.

Then he defended you and practically saved your life.

And then lastly, you’d spent the night in his bed and had one of the best nights sleep ever.

Your brain and heart were jumbled.

You’d stayed in your bedroom all day and barely came out. You’d read and watched tv and cleaned and rearranged your closet just to pass the time.

Before you’d even realised it was nighttime, you’d heard a tap on your window. You gasped and jumped slightly but semi relaxed when you saw Eddie’s hard face.

Opening the window and stepping back, you let him in.

“Eddie. What are you doing here?” Your voice still just as timid and small as ever.

“I don’t know. I wanted to see you.” His expression was just as hard and unreadable as ever.

“Oh, okay.” You said, going back to sit on your bed.

“Actually,” Eddie started, looking down and walking towards you, also taking a seat on your bed. “I wanted to try something.”

You gulped.

“Try… something?”

Eddie finally looked up and scooted closer to you. He could hear how fast your heart of pumping.

He reached his hand up and gently tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered though, coming to rest in between your neck and shoulder. His hand was so large that it was practically flat against your whole chest.

Your breathing quickened.

He started to lean in.

Eddie breathed you in before pressing his cold lips to your hot ones.

The kiss was nice. Incredible even.

Eddie tried to keep it as a soft, delicate peck but you kissed him back a little harder. You moved closer and placed your hands on his shoulders, moving your mouth against his. The kiss started to get more and more passionate.

You let out the softest, gentlest moan into Eddie’s mouth and he hissed as he pushed you back into the bed, continuing to kiss you, his hands moving to your hips.

“Wait, stop.” He hissed, pushing you back and moving away from you.

“I’m sorry.” You responded, flustered.

Not only did you make out with Eddie for the first time and that the first time you kissed anyone.

You wondered if Eddie had kissed anyone before.

Eddie looked at you from the other side of the bed and like always, his expression was unreadable.

“That was nice.” You mumbled gently under your breath.

Eddie stood up and wondered over to your cork board and looked at the Polaroids stuck to it. It was mainly just your family because you didn’t really have many friends.

Eddie realised that he couldn’t stay away from you. He realised that he didn’t want to.

Eddie also realised that for the first time since he turned and the first time in his entire life, he begged that you felt the same way.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #mean!eddie munson #vampire!eddie munson #enemies to lovers #shy!reader #eddie munson fluff

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justgivemethephd · 20 days ago

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20.01.2025

Happy Monday everyone!

Now that I'm not sick anymore I really feel like I have my life back. I had a very chilled weekend, so I'm feeling pretty refreshed. I spent all of Saturday evening baking sweet treats for the friends I play D&D with, and needless to say they were a hit! I have now been asked to bake for every single session, so if anyone has suggestions on what I should make next feel free to share! I have a lot of grown men to feed, apparently.

Today was a long but quite productive day. Performed a buffer exchange assay for the first time, absolutely fought for my life to run a gel that for some reason refused to run (I think it was leaking honestly...), and managed to write the entire discussion section of my upgrade report. Granted, I only wrote 1300 words, but that still feels pretty good for one day considering I also wasted some time fixing a figure for my results section. I think I'm on track to finish my first full draft of the report by the end of the week, which means I can give it a little proofread and then send it to one of the postdocs in my lab for corrections. I asked her to be harsh, but now I'm scared she's going to come back and say that I'm bad at writing, or something like that. I wonder why it's so hard to appreciate your own writing... I always feel like everything I say is pure nonsense! Imposter syndrome ftw, I guess.

In other big news, I've officially started my running journey! I managed to run 4.59km in just over 30 mins, which isn't nearly as terrible as I thought I would do for a complete beginner. I've created a plan for myself to slowly build up to a half marathon over the next few months, and I'm really really excited to see where all of this takes me. I know it's not study related, but it's certainly self-improvement which I do feel like has its place here. Anyway, I look forward to giving you guys updates!

Let's kill it this week guys! And good luck to all those who are back in school/uni now. You got this!

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🎧 - Real Man by beabadoobee (that whole album is so good hooooly)

🎮 - Baldur's Gate 3

📖 - Brief Answers to the Big Questions by Stephen Hawking

#study aesthetic #study blog #study inspiration #study motivation #study space #studyblr #studyinspo #studyspo #study tips #phd life

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veryace-ficrecs · 1 year ago

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Tim Joins the BatFam Early Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

the butler's neighbor by deargalileo - Rated G

it starts with a baseball, thrown onto the wayne's property. it's alfred's job to deal with such happenings, of course. but over tea and galas, it turns into so much more.

after all, why should bruce be the only one allowed to adopt any child that he finds?

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting by Scarlet_Ribbons - Rated T

Bruce grunts, standing up. “Jenkins said the same. What about what you weren’t told?” And without dissembling, Jason says, “I think they fucked that kid up, B.” [Jack and Janet die. As things get weirder and weirder, it feels like Tim might be at the center of the unfolding conspiracy.]

An (almost) Foolproof Lie by HiddenDreamer67 - Rated T

“No, they don’t leave me totally alone.” Tim hurriedly explained. “My neighbor Bruce Wayne looks after me.” Batman stared at him for a long while. “Bruce Wayne.” He parroted slowly. (A young Tim Drake gets kidnapped by Falcone. When Batman rescues him, Tim tells Batman that Bruce Wayne is his temporary guardian. Oddly enough, Batman isn’t fooled by this perfect cover story.)

Anton Syndrome by Anonymous - Rated M

Tim's parents have been away for six months and counting—the longest he's ever been left alone at one time—and it's starting to have some unpleasant side effects. Luckily, he has a solution. OR, the one where Tim attempts prostitution to cure his touch starvation. His plan goes wrong pretty much from step one, but it all works out for the better.

I'll Stand By You by TaraLaurel - Rated T

"I'm not going to ask you why you're out here, kid," Jason nods. "That's your business and you don't know me or Dick to trust us." Not true. Tim trusts Jason Todd and Dick Grayson with his life. Just not with, the other stuff. "But," Jason continues, "if you want to tell me what got you here, or you just want to talk about anything, you can, with me. Dick too. He's an annoying ray of sunshine that won't ever shut up most of the time, but he is actually a good listener. I'd know." OR When Tim's parents find out Tim's secret, they kick him out. Now, on Thanksgiving, Tim is living on the streets and is thankful for the two strangers currently saving him from getting his face pounded into the pavement. Wait...those aren't strangers...

Just a Typical Monday Morning by Writer_loves_tropes - Rated T

There are three things in life that Timothy Drake knows for sure. One, Tim is the greatest retro Guitar Hero player in the world (even if the wonderful people at the Guinness Book of World Records won’t rightfully acknowledge this fact). Two, Tim is allergic to walnuts. He’s convinced his parents that he’s allergic to spinach too because he hates it. He’s pretty sure when his parents find out, they’re going to make him eat spinach casserole for dinner for a whole week as punishment. And the third thing Tim knows for sure? He’s sure that on this typical Monday morning, the entire Gotham High School thinks Timothy Jackson Drake is Robin, Batman’s vigilante sidekick. A random locker check and the real Robin stashing his suit in Tim’s locker is all it took to turn Tim’s typical Monday morning into one of the craziest Mondays of his life.

Brother Wanted by Vamillepudding - Rated G

Well-behaved boy (10) is looking for big brother (11-15). Must meet up with me three times a week, for at least two hours each. Overall duties include helping me with homework, playing videogames with me, and showing me how to play catch. 10$ per hour. Tim, lonely and in desperate need of company, decides that if his parents are not going to give him a sibling, he's going to hire one instead. Luckily, Jason Todd-Wayne shows up in the nick of time.

Holy security breach, Batman! by destiny919 - Rated G

Janet finally shoos him away towards the hors d'oeuvres or drinks table with the tacit understanding that she doesn't want to see him again until the end of the gala. And probably not even then, it wouldn't be the first time the Drakes forgot to take him home with them and Tim had to discreetly call an Uber before the host noticed and made Tim embarrass his parents. For this gala, however, he almost hopes they forget him again, because tonight Tim has a plan. They're at Wayne Manor, and Tim is going to find the Batcave.

wrong number by adelfie - Rated G

There’s a few rings, then the phone picks up. “Wayne Residence.” That’s funny, Tim thinks, Mrs. Mac doesn’t sound like herself. -- On a hot July evening while home alone, eight-year-old Tim gets a fever. He means to ask Mrs. Mac for help — but ends up accidentally calling Alfred Pennyworth. Somehow, even in sickness, he wins all the hearts of the Wayne family in one fell swoop.

assaulting existence with improbability by destiny919 - Rated T

"Where's Batman?" the kid demands. "We need to show him." Jason decides to go with the easy question. "Show him what?" The kid gives him an incredulous look. "Proof you didn't kill Garzonas, what else?"

5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manor + 1 Time He Comes Home by motleyfam - Rated T

Tim is good at galas.

No, scratch that—Tim is great at galas. He’s been attending them ever since the age of three, when his parents first stuffed him into his little Gymboree tuxedo and gave him a stern lecture about ‘sitting quietly’ and ‘speaking when spoken to.’ He knows all the rules: what to wear, how to stand, when to smile, what to say, what not to say. He knows how to come across as polite and intelligent and charming, and on absolutely any other day, he would be rocking this.

#veryace recs #batman #batman fic recs #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #robin #red robin #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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fabbyf1 · 7 months ago

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This week has been… a week, besties. And it's only Monday.

**personal life rant under the cut that has nothing to do with f1 or fanfiction**

I’ve been no-contact with my mother for 2 years, and she randomly and unwelcomely texted me on Sunday.

And it just… never gets easier.

It never gets less triggering.

My mother has a serious mental illness (Munchausen syndrome) and is a pathological liar. On top of that, she’s just… an overall shitty human being. She traumatized me and my brother throughout our childhood, teenage years, and early adulthood before we realized all of her illnesses were fake. She has told lies on lies on lies to get attention and sympathy from everyone around. Everything out of her mouth is a lie, no matter how big or small. If you asked her what color the sky was, she’d tell you it was green, and when you told her that wasn’t true, she’d have a public meltdown about it.

In the end, for me, it was pretty easy to go no contact with her. I’m a full-grown adult who lives in a different state, has no ties to her, no financial connections to her, and no legal obligations to her. But that’s not always the case for everyone. And even with all these factors, it still wasn’t a decision I made overnight. It took years of heartache to convince myself that enough was enough and that she wasn’t allowed to speak to me anymore.

(Something that she broke on Sunday.)

The point of me telling you this is that if you also have a toxic relationship with one or both of your parents, you are not alone. It can be a very alienating feeling, especially if everyone else in your life is still in contact with their parents or makes you feel like you're in the wrong for not wanting to have a relationship with yours.

But I can promise you that you’re not alone. There are tons of people out here (probably in this little community of ours!) who get what you’re going through. And if nobody else gets it, I get it, bestie. And listen to me when I tell you… don’t let it break you. It’s okay to take care of yourself, and put yourself first, and to prioritize your mental health. You do not owe anybody anything. Even if they birthed you. Even if they raised you for all or part of your childhood. Even if they are blood-related to you. Even if they clothed you, and fed you, and housed you for years. (Because that. was. their. job. They chose to have a child or be financially responsible for a child. You did not choose to be born into that family, or adopted into that family, or taken in by that family. You are innocent in this situation.)

I know a lot of my followers are younger than I am, and as such, I feel responsible for telling you it will be okay. It might never ever get easier, and you might still get triggered about it even when you’re 33 and vibing, but it won’t break you. You are stronger than your toxic fucking parents. You’re stronger than your toxic home life. You can get out. You can be free. No matter how long it takes.

Be smart. Be safe. Put yourself first when it is safe to do so.

There are tons of free resources all over the globe if you’re feeling like it’s too much to handle on your own. If you can’t find one, dm me and I will help you find one.

I promise you it will be okay.

And, as always, stay hydrated. Water helps everything.

#kate's ranting again but now it's about putting yourself first #anyway that's what's been going on and why i haven't been writing the last few days lmfao #life always comes first... then google docs

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theshowliveontour · 8 months ago

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Niall Horan brought his headlining tour, THE SHOW LIVE ON TOUR 2024, to Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, Tennessee on Monday night (June 3), and delivered an impressive set that highlighted his evolution from boy band heartthrob to a bona fide rock star. The concert marked Horan’s first time headlining an arena in Nashville and follows his previous visits to Music City, when he headlined The Ryman Auditorium and Ascend Amphitheater.

Sold Out Concert At Bridgestone Arena In Nashville

The sold-out show served as a testament to the 30-year-old singer/songwriter’s solo success, drawing fans of all ages adorned in homemade merchandise and Niall Horan-inspired outfits, eagerly awaiting the former One Direction star’s arrival.

As the lights went dim, a pair of eyes appeared at the top of the stage and then a cinematic introduction was projected on a vintage theater style stage set up complete with curtains and clamshell foot lights, bringing an old school vibe that flawlessly fit Horan’s set.

“Good evening Nashville,” Horan shouted, greeting the crowd with a big smile on his face, as he exploded into a high-energy performance of his fan-favorite tune, “Nice To Meet Ya.”

”I Have Dreamt Long And Hard About This Night”

Donning a black leather vest, black tank, black pants, and a handkerchief in his pants pocket, Horan looked every bit of the rock star he has become and kept the crowd in the palm of his hand throughout the entire concert.

“Welcome to The Show Live On Tour Lovers! Holy smokes, this is insane, thank you so much for selling out the famous Bridgestone Arena for me. I really appreciate it,” Horan said graciously. ”I have dreamt long and hard about this night, and thank you so much for selling this arena out for me, it’s mind-boggling, I can’t believe I am here. Nashville is one of my favorite cities in the world, and I love coming here. I love the music in this town, I love writing in this town, and it feels like home here. I love it, so thank you so much for welcoming me back.”

He continued, “All the memories that I’ve had in this city over the years, I just love the place. There are some cities that just stand out to you and just make you feel comfortable, and Nashville and the people in it just make you feel like you’re at home.”

Surprise Guest: Noah Kahan

A highlight of the show was his intimate acoustic set. With the curtain shut behind him, Horan took to the microphone stand with just an acoustic guitar and delivered a raw and heartfelt performance of “Put A Little Love On Me,” followed by the crowd-pleaser, “This Town,” which featured a surprise guest, Noah Kahan.

“Since we’re in Nashville, there’s some good songwriters around the place,” Horan said before welcoming Kahan to the stage to join him for the performance. The excitement to see the “Stick Season” singer was palpable, as he was welcomed by deafening screams.

He concluded the acoustic set with “You Can Start A Cult.” After Horan wrapped his set, the capacity crowd offered thunderous stomps and applause demanding an encore, which Horan obliged and returned to the stage for a two song encore that included “Heartbreak Weather” and “Slow Hands.”

21-Song Set List

Horan’s 21-song set included songs from all three of his solo albums: Flicker (2017), Heartbreak Weather (2020) and The Show (2023). He also threw in a cover of One Direction’s hit, “Stockholm Syndrome,” a fan-favorite that prompted a massive sing-along during his set in Music City.

Throughout the concert, Niall Horan made it a point to connect with his fans on a personal level. He took a moment to read many of the handmade signs brought by fans, interacting with them in a way that made the massive arena feel intimate. His gratitude was evident as he thanked his fans multiple times, often becoming visibly emotional as he watched his dreams unfold before his eyes, with a capacity crowd singing along to every word.

“I just want to thank you all for the loyal support over the last 14 years, it’s just been absolutely bonkers. Whether you’ve been there since day one or you just watched The Voice and said ‘well, I like him,’ thank you I really appreciate your support, and I am so happy to be here in this arena tonight with you,” Horan exclaimed with a big smile emblazoned on his face.

From Boy Band Member To Solo Superstar

Niall Horan’s concert at Bridgestone Arena was more than just a performance; it was a celebration of his journey as an artist. From his days in One Direction to his impressive solo career, Horan has proven that he is a force to be reckoned with in the music industry. His genuine connection with his fans, coupled with his undeniable talent, made for an evening that Nashville will not soon forget. With this tour, it’s clear that Niall Horan is not just a former boy band member, but a solo superstar who has truly come into his own.

Niall Horan kicked off his world tour in February of 2024 in Belfast, UK, at the SSE Arena. The North American leg of the trek launched at Hard Rock Live in Hollywood, Florida, on May 29, 2024. Produced by Live Nation, the stint will continue through the end of 2024.

#niall horan #the show live on tour #tslot:nashville #review

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deliriumsdelight7 · 9 months ago

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Monday Musings

I seem to be slooooowly on the road to recovery. My crops aren’t watered, per se, but they’re getting hit with a bit of morning dew. Not enough to get them thriving, but even this small improvement is miles beyond where I was.

And with that, I am going to tryyyyyy to be more present in fandom space. What I mean by that is more than simply churning out fic at an unsustainable rate, or burning the candle at both ends to run fandom events or discord servers. Burning myself out is… sort of how I’ve defined my role in fandom, which, as I’ve recently learned, is not sustainable long-term.

So what does it mean? It means posts like this, where I ramble. It means actually responding to inbox asks and AO3 comments promptly. It means taking the time to consume other writers’ fic again, instead of guilt-tripping myself into forcing more words out of my brain like an overworked tube of toothpaste. It means taking days off so fandom stops feeling like a chore, as it has for the past few years.

It means all things in moderation. It means setting myself reasonable goals and not giving up the moment I miss that goal. These are not my strong suits.

The thing I love most about fandom is the sense of community. I have a nasty tendency to think that my role in the community is to work myself to the bone churning out fic as quickly as possible, and then getting angry with myself because 20-30k words a week is simply no longer realistic for me. What I truly want is to get back to fandom as I love it. Sharing other people’s fic and art on my blog. Lifting up fellow contributors. Connecting with readers and making friends. Putting ideas and headcanons under a ship tag, instead of refusing to tag my work out of some misguided impostor syndrome bullshit that tells me my stuff doesn’t have a place.

I’m hoping, in being more present, that I can find that sense of community again. Whether for a new ship, a ship that’s slowing down, or one that was never all that big to begin with - I want to feel more connected.

Anyway. Yup. That’s my rant. I think I’ll try for a few of these types of posts a week. Not just ramblings, but also WIP progress reports, and maybe some days where I ask for recommendations for fic/art/whatever to check out.

Toodles!

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mintyisms · 4 months ago

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The Game Grumps Play Danganronpa V3

Chapter Two Starters

"I absorb nutrients through my hate."

"Oh, no, my HP warranty expired!"

"You're anti-goth girl, dude."

"I am a layered, nuanced character!"

"Everyone, come with me. Except you."

"That's the biggest saw I ever saw!"

"Could you imagine hanging out with someone who, after everything you say, just randomly says, 'That's not true!'?"

"Somebody's going to be found dead in one of those."

"Look at all these games!"

"I see you, but I'm not going to talk to you."

"If you're into it, then I'm into it, and I know you're into it."

"I know you want that big win before you stop, but. . ."

"That was the song of my people."

"It comes off as banal, but it actually has a lot of interesting things to say."

"Dude, you're dying in like forty minutes."

"I chose not to eat spaghetti anymore, a fate worse than death."

"Just let me get to my laptop and delete a few files."

"What, do I have Stockholm Syndrome? Why would I want to stare at my fucking captor?"

"I feel like I should get drunk before I watch these."

"Hey, man, did you get a video about my grandparents?"

"I'm about to sleep like nobody's business."

"Become the pervert that you were always meant to be."

"Good morning. Many are dead."

"It usually takes two days for muscles to get sore, but whatever."

"I'm tired of fraternizing with these weirdos."

"She reminds me of a Muppet."

"Am I having a stroke?"

"Didn't know this would turn into a screaming party."

"Did you invite us over to Netflix and chill?"

"I didn't realize I liked him until just now."

"We should check just in case there's a boombox in there."

"What you're saying is if someone had to die, it's best it was him."

"Maybe we should have fed him a little more."

"That would be a paradigm shift in our thinking of the world, so I'm going to stick with magic isn't real."

"It's not just about the trick. It's about the treat."

"Of course I was up to no good, but I wasn't going to tell her that."

"I was up late and I ran into a maid. We got into an argument and then she chased me for about an hour."

"It's plain to see I like plain bagels."

"Everyone's dying inside."

"Someone really should clean up all this drama."

"Strangle the small man. Throw him in the tank."

"I'm gonna vote for Mitt Romney!"

"Were you too busy being chased by a maid?"

"Wow, someone doesn't believe in the power of imagination."

"Those who use the word 'oft' are oft annoying."

"I levitated before I hit the ground using my magic."

"We're all gonna die, and I'm gonna murder someone."

"His hand was up in the air. I got the impression that he didn't care."

"You made donuts?"

"I'm about to drop my latest album on Soundcloud. Would anyone like a download link?"

"Bitchlet? Like the gum? Did you mean Chiclet?"

"Must have been an accidental handcuff piranha drowning."

"I can't think too much. The doctor told me it was bad for my skin."

"Do you think murderers obey rules?"

"Please, just let the rapture take me."

"The window, the wall, and something, something, something, my balls."

"On three, we turn and duel with finger guns."

"Why are we friends, again? We've known each other since like Monday."

"Those gloves were really holding the whole outfit together."

"She makes really good pasta."

"It was supposed to be bleak, but it was kinda funny."

#roleplay meme #rp meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay starters #rp starters #[ quote ]#[ meme ]#[ yt2 ]#[ dangan ]

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lokeefe19 · 4 months ago

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Uzi’s Streamer life - Information about the main cast.

Here are some of The information about The main trio within my Modern Au series fic that I have for them. I will give the information on the recurring cast members on another post but for now it just the main gang.

Uzi Doorman

20 Years Old

Height - 4.3

Has been Dating N for 2 years and has been living with him in her Apartment for One.

Met N on her Junior year of high School while she was trying to find a way to change up her routine.

After Having a struggle with getting a coffee for the day N gave some of his dollars to her so she could get it.

Then she asked him if he could hang out with her at some point and he said yes and the rest Was history.

Works at a hot topic for the Day and Streams Monday,Wednesday and Friday night.

Teenage her Thought That the Adult life would be easy. How native.

Can’t go without a Coffee with her in the morning.

Major big Dead Batteries Fan.

N Elliot

21 years Old

Height is 5.5

Is the Youngest of all the Elliot kid��s

Is Accident Prone sometimes.

Doesn’t understand The internet slang and things that Uzi sometimes uses.

Despite all of the annoyance and years of pranks she still cares for his sister V because family doesn’t give up on each other.

Hates scary Movies but reads “The Drones from Copper Nine.” To the confusion of Uzi.

V Elliot

19 Years Old.

Height is 4.8

Is the Chaotic Middle Sibling of the Elliot’s and has cause the most stain to the name aside from Tessa.

James and Lousina sent her to Boot Camp for a summer to try and sort her out which she took advantage of and basically ruled the place and her personality changed not so ever.

She Causes all of this chaos in rebellion of the lifestyle of her parents try to force upon them all.

Constantly Messes with N with her Pranks and her plans to rebel.

Lived by herself for a while until N suggested that She can live with him and Uzi until she can figure out what she wants to do.

Has Middle Child syndrome.

#murder drones #Uzi’s Streamer life #uzi doorman #murder drones n #murder drones v #nuzi

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straynoahide · 2 months ago

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it's been a veeeeery long week D':

#big monday syndrome

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astoundingbeyondbelief · 2 years ago

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Kaiju Week in Review (June 25-July 8, 2023)

I picked a bad time to skip a week lol

Ultraman Blazar, the 35th entry in the Ultra Series, has made the scene. Episode 1 throws us right into a battle between humanity and a space monster. Blazar's the pushy type, all but forcing Gento to transform, but he doesn't speak Japanese—just yowls. For now, that makes him the show's central mystery. The show's defense team, SKaRD, won't actually form until the next episode, at which point we should have a better sense of it. But I'm intrigued so far.

Free streaming TV service Pluto TV has added a Godzilla channel. It boasts, or should soon boast, all of the Japanese Godzilla films minus King Kong vs. Godzilla and Shin Godzilla, plus Rodan, all the Mothra movies, The War of the Gargantuas, Godzilla (1998), and Godzilla: The Series. A Blu-ray.com user has composed a detailed rundown of the versions of the films used—short version, nothing we haven't seen before apart from a few small changes.

I got to see Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken before its official June 30 release date thanks to Regal's Monday Mystery Movie series. I guess I didn't retain much memory of the trailer, because it surprised me how early in the film the title character first grew into a kaiju. I can't give it an especially enthusiastic recommendation—comparisons to Luca and Turning Red are inevitable and don't flatter Ruby at all. But I get a kick out of seeing kaiju in such alien territory as a hyperactive animated kids' movie, and they continue to show off their flexibility as metaphors (Ruby is plainly neurodivergent). 7 outta 10.

Nimona dropped on Netflix the same day, and that's one anyone reading this column should sprint to watch. It saves its kaiju for the third act, and I've held off on posting much about that part of the story yet, but trust me, Ishiro Honda would be proud.

After years of lackluster Gorgo home video releases, Vinegar Syndrome seems poised to finally do it right in 4K Ultra HD. (If you're like me and don't have a way to watch such discs yet, don't worry, it comes with a Blu-ray.) New scan, new audio commentary, special features both new and old, and a killer cover. For those unfamiliar with the company, note that this release is "only available on [the Vinegar Syndrome] website and at select indie retailers. Absolutely no major retailers will be stocking them."

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Every episode of Chibi Godzilla Raids Again is now subtitled, a fine excuse to get acquainted with one of the Reiwa era's biggest surprises. No stakes, no budget, just a bunch of Toho's biggest stars acting like a bunch of fools.

There's always more Godzilla toy news than this column can hope to cover, but a few highlights:

Bandai's ever-expanding Movie Monster Series will release Gamera 1965, Gyaos 1967, and Battra larva later this month. The defunct Daiei Kaiju Series last offered a Showa Gamera in 2006, and never covered any of his foes from that era; here's hoping Gyaos is the first of many.

Hiya Toys now has the license to produce figures from the Toho Godzilla films, not just the Monsterverse.

Super7 will be selling ReAction figures of Godzilla chomping some helpless people on a subway train at San Diego Comic Con. They just get it (and hopefully the many of us who aren't going will have some way of getting it that doesn't involve scalpers).

The new unit in Godzilla Battle Line is Monster X/Keizer Ghidorah. The former evolves into the latter after his first death. Keizer is a heavy hitter with a twist: he regains 20% of his health with every defeated foe. Great against swarms, but you don't see too many of those these days.

Believe it or not (many are still in denial), but Pacific Rim turns 10 on Wednesday. Thankfully, per this Tweet from director Guillermo del Toro, the effective start of the Kaiju Renaissance (and one of my all-time favorite films) won't go unrecognized on its first big anniversary. I'm guessing a cast reunion?

More translations from Noah Oskow await on Toho Kingdom, these a collection of synopses of early versions of Godzilla vs. Mothra, Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla II, and Godzilla vs. SpaceGodzilla from the Toho DVDs. Much of this has been translated in greater detail already, but the later drafts are interesting.

#kaiju week in review #godzilla #ultraman blazar #gorgo #pacific rim #ruby gillman teenage kraken #kaiju

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could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler · 5 days ago

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HIGHLIGHTS FROM THIS EPISODE OF MONDAY NIGHT FRESH

SNOTLOUT VS. HIRO

Previously, Snotlout Jorgensen (How to Train Your Dragon) got into a backstage brawl with Hiro Hamada (Big Hero 6). The brawl happened because someone had bumped into Snotlout, which caused him to knock down Honey Lemon (Big Hero 6) on accident. Hiro assumed that Snotlout had pushed her down and confronted Snotlout. Instead of defusing the scenario, Snotlout shoved Hiro back, leading to the backstage brawl.

Embarrassed by what happened, Hiccup (HTTYD) told Snotlout to apologize to Hiro. At the same time, Baymax (Big Hero 6) recommended to Hiro that he should try to make amends with Snotlout as holding a grudge is not good for his health. The two then decide to meet in the ring to address what happened backstage…

(Syndrome from The Incredibles)

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Holidays 1.27

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Premieres

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Boris Godunov, by Modest Mussorgsky (Opera; 1874)

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The City and the Stars, by Arthur C. Clarke (Novel; 1956)

Customers Wanted (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1939)

Draftee Daffy (WB LT Cartoon; 1945)

The Drowned World, by J.G. Ballard (Novel; 1962)

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The Fighting 69th (Film; 1940)

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Fresh Laid Plans (Fun & Facts About America MGM Cartoon; 1951)

The Grey (Film; 2012)

Heartbreak Hotel, by Elvis Presley (Song; 1956)

How Green Is My Spinach (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1950)

Instant Karma, written and recorded by John Lennon (Song; 1970)

Justice League: Throne of Atlantis (WB Animated Film; 2015)

Krazy’s Bear Tale (Krazy Kat Cartoon; 1939)

Last Tango in Paris (Film; 1973)

Laverne & Shirley (TV Series; 1976)

The Man, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2020)

Man on a Ledge (Film; 2012)

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Misguided Missile (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1958)

Mississippi Burning (Film; 1989)

Moondance, by Van Morrison (Album; 1970)

Mouse Trappers (Andy Panda Cartoon; 1941)

My Friend the Monkey (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1939)

Nanny McPhee (Film; 2006)

National Geographic Society (Adventure Club; 1888)

Nightwing and Robin (WB Animated Film; 2015)

One For the Money (Film; 2012)

One Gun Gary in Nick of Time (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1939)

Operation Paciific (Film; 1951)

Pettin’ in the Park (WB MM Cartoon; 1934)

Piano Sonata in B Minor, by Franz Liszt (Piano Sonata; 1857)

A Picture (Coca-Cola Ad UPA Cartoon; 1958)

The Police Dog on the Wire (Paramount-Bray Cartoon; 1916)

Resident Alien (TV Series; 2021)

Resident Evil: The Final Chapter (Film; 2017)

Rheumatics (Heasrt-Vitagraph News Pictorial Cartoon; 1918)

The Seeds of Time, by John Wyndham (Short Stories; 1956)

Shelby GT350 (Automobile; 1965)

Shōgun, by James Clavell (Novel; 1975)

Shrinking (TV Series; 2023)

Silkwood (Film; 1984)

Sittin’ On the Dock of the Bay, by Otis Redding (Song; 1968)

Soft Ball Game (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1936)

Spare the Child (Family Circus Fleischer Jolly Frolics Cartoon; 1955)

The Subterraneans, by Jack Kerouac (Novel; 1958)

Tom-ic Energy (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1965)

Toy Time (Aesop’s Sound Fable Cartoon; 1931)

Tumble Down Town (Aesop’s Sound Fable Cartoon; 1933)

The Turn of the Screw, by Henry James (Novel; 1898)

University of Georgia (School; 1801)

Wide Open Spaces, by The Dixie Chicks (Album; 1998)

Today’s Name Days

Angela, Julian (Austria)

Anđela, Anđelka, Julijan (Croatia)

Ingrid (Czech Republic)

Chrysostomus (Denmark)

Vilja, Vilje (Estonia)

Viljo (Finland)

Angèle (France)

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Chrysostomos (Greece)

Angelika (Hungary)

Angela, Elvira (Italy)

Ildze, Ilze, Izolde (Latvia)

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Gaute, Gry, Gurli (Norway)

Angelika, Ilona, Jan Chryzostom, Julian, Przybysław (Poland)

Ioan (Romania)

Nina (Russia)

Bohuš (Slovakia)

Ángela (Spain)

Göta, Göte (Sweden)

Buck, Buckley, Floyd, Keith, Lloyd, Logan (USA)

Today’s National Name Days

National Lloyd Day

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 27 of 2025; 338 days remaining in the year

ISO Week: Day 1 of Week 5 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Ding-Chou), Day 28 (Bing-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Jia-Wu]

Coptic: 19 Tubah 1741

Druid Tree Calendar: Cypress (Jan 25-Feb 3) [Day 3 of 15]

Hebrew: 27 Teveth 5785

Islamic: 27 Rajab 1446

J Cal: 27 White; Sixthday [27 of 30]

Julian: 14 January 2025

Moon: 4%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 27 Moses (1st Month) [Haroun-al-Raschid]

Runic Half Month: Elhaz (Elk) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 38 of 90)

Week: 4th & Last Week of January

Zodiac:

Tropical (Typical) Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 8 of 30)

Sidereal Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 13 of 29)

Schmidt Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 2 of 27)

IAU Boundaries (Current) Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 8 of 28)

IAU Boundaries (1977) Zodiac: Capricornus (Day 9 of 28)

#Holidays

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cig! it's been a while, and i am sorry for my disappearance. i'm back to say: happy last chapter of rhythms! this is less of my usual "you're an amazing writer and your words wound me" (although that's still true) and more of a thank you. thank you for being a friend to the random, anonymous teenager in your askbox who, at times, really, really needed it. i'm sending this before i catch up on the few chapters i've missed, but i wanted you to know that these last five months have been a joy. you've given me an escape from the real world into yours almost every consecutive sunday (or monday, when i usually caught up), and i can't thank you enough. i think you've inspired me to actually start writing tarlos fic, so if i'm back here pestering you soon, take it as a compliment!

xox angels un-anonymous (my real name is v)

Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god I'm dying 😭😭😭😭 Hello, V. It's so nice to meet you. There's no need to be sorry and also no real need for the thanks (although you are of course wholly welcome!) because it's the other way around. THANK YOU for reading and for helping me feel like I've been doing an okay job. I find it really hard to know and my imposter syndrome has been off the charts lately. So it really does move me to know that you've been reading something you've needed to read - and I happen to have been able to provide that. Your feedback along the way has been astonishing. I'm delighted that you've started writing Tarlos fic too! I'm cheering you on, as I'm sure everyone here will too! I hope you love every minute of writing them and have all the fun. The magic of Tarlos is the best magic. I'm looking forward to seeing it although with no pressure of course! It's completely mind-blowing that Rhythms has inspired you to start. I don't even know how it feels. It's just purely wonderful. You've been such a big part of why I'll always cherish the experience of sharing Rhythms. I hope everything has been going okay for you these past weeks and that there has been plenty of art.

#ask #cig answers #Rhythms #poet fic #cig fic #my fic

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workingforthewidow · 1 year ago

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“The only bad you've ever done was to see the good in me”

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It’s birthday weekend for the Boys! So we are doing a chapter today, a chapter tomorrow, and the big birthday chapter Monday aka their birthday! So welcome to Part 4 of Sun to Me!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Half proof read there will be mistakes

This story is NSFW and not for minors- if you are under 18 go ask your legal guardian if you can watch the movie.

Warnings: kidnapping, forced marriage, dub-con, attempted non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, age gap (15 years- K&C are 19 Sinclairs are 33 soon to be 34 yes we will have a birthday party for them). Don’t like it don’t read it!

THIS CHAPTER HAS VERY DARK SCENES! This chapter contains abuse and twisted emotions. This is a work of fiction.

“Let me go! Fuck! Let me go!” Katie screamed as she was forced back into the first room she had woken in after her kidnapping. She landed hard on the concrete floor and looked up continuing to scream until a sharp sting spread across her face. Her hand flew to cup her cheek as she realized he had hit her. “Fuck you.” She gritted through her teeth, even her jaw was sore from the strength of his slap. He grabbed her by the throat lifting her off the floor like she was a sack of potatoes. Her hands gripped at his scratching at him to try and get him to release her. He slammed her against the wall and his grip tightened on her neck.

Her head started to hurt from lack of blood flow and oxygen. Being slammed against the wall probably didn’t help either.

“You can’t… keep us… here… for..ever.” She gasps out as black spots started to fill her vision.

Vincent leaned close to her and pressed the wax lips of his mask to her ear, “I can and I will.” He rasped out before tightening his grip once more until she was limp in his hold. He let her limp body fall to the mattress in a crumbled pile. He was blinded by rage. He took the metal collar from the ground and attached it to her neck. He then ripped her dress down the middle with his bare hands and complete tore it off her body. Then he left her there. She had a lesson to learn. His angel was not leaving him. She was his now. He owned her. He went to his studio and gather his sketch pads and pencils. He sat down in a chair near her and started to draw, draw her in all the ways he could dream of.

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Caroline swore Bo’s eyes were red with anger and steam was coming from his ears.

“You stupid fucking bitch. You know better than that. Thought you were smart girl!” His voice was so dark like the devil himself. He threw her to the floor and ripped his belt from his pants. Before she could even react he had the belt around her neck. “On your knees slut. Time you really learned your fucking place here.” He pulled the belt and she was forced to her knees in front of him. He wrapped the long end of the belt in his fist and his other hand went to her hair wrapping it in a fist yanking her back. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at him.

“Oh no baby. You don’t get to cry yet. You did this to yourself. Now show me you can be a good little girl again and show me how sorry I know you are.” He forced her hand to the button of his jeans.

Her hands shock as undid the button and pulled the zipper down. She seemed to be going to slow for his likely because he yanked her hair again and growled. Quickly she slid his jeans and boxers down his legs let his hard cock spring free into her face. She looked to him again with more tears hoping some shred of humanity was still in this mans soul, if he had a soul.

‘You’re doing this to survive Caroline. Mama will forgive you. The high powers will forgive you. This is a test from the devil.’

“You have 2 seconds before I snap your fucking neck.” With the threat looming over her she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue licking up and down his length. She wanted to vomit, the foreign taste bitter on her tongue. Bo moaned and threw his head back. He soon grew tired of this thought wanting to feel himself in her hot mouth. He forced himself inside her, causing her to gag when he hit the back of her throat. How she managed to not throw up was a miracle.

“Fucking take it slut. This is your punishment for being bad. Make Daddy feel good.” He felt her try to relax her throat to accommodate his size but she still struggled and chocked. Finally having enough he dropped the belt and took her head in both hands. He held her head still as he fucked her face without mercy. She was sobbing, struggling to breathe, and saliva was dripping down her chin. Fuck she was a sight for sore eyes.

“Good girl. Take Daddy’s cock in that pretty little mouth.” He praised her quickly, gotta remind her what good she gets when she behaves. Bo moaned and felt his release coming on. “You better fucking swallow slut.” He groaned out as hot ropes of his cum hit the back of her throat. The bitter taste made her want to gag again. He slid out of her mouth and watched as she swallowed his seed. What a waste, should have been in her pussy.

Just as he was about to praise her again she looked to him with fierce eyes.

“I hate you, Fuck you asshole.” She sneered and to top it off spit towards his face. Because of her position on the floor it hit his stomach but he where it was meant to hit.

“You’re in for it now babygirl.” He grabbed the belt again and pulled her to the bed. “Hands and knees now.” He ordered and she debated on defying him but there was something about his face that told her to listen. Or he might actually kill her this time. She crawled up the bed on her hands and knees and cried as he pushed her head to the mattress making her ass go higher. “You are lucky bitch. Normally I’ll make you count and say thank you Daddy. But today I’ll let it slide.” He flipped her dress up and was reminded he had hidden all her panties from her. Oh he was a smart man, he praised himself. His hands kneaded the skin of her ass and she could feel his nails digging in leaving marks.

Without warning his hand came down on her right ass cheek. The pain was unlike anything she ever felt. He continued blow after blow alternating between her left and right cheek. She lost count at 24. The pain blinding her to the point her vision blurred and started to fade. She mentally counted 24 before she went numb and her body limp giving over to the pain.

Bo looked over her, that should teach her to disobey. He really didn’t want to have to punish her so harshly this early on but how else was she to learn. He moved her body so she laid properly on her stomach on the bed. He let her take a cold shower later to soothe her skin. She’d be bruised and blistered for a week. Sure as hell couldn’t sit down maybe couldn’t even walk right. He kissed his hair softly and took a set of handcuffs out of the nightstand drawer locking her to the bed frame. He’d come back at lunch to check on her.

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Pain. All Katie could feel was pain. Pain in her back, pain in her neck, and she had the worst migraine ever. No hangover could compare to this hell. Her eyes opened slowly and she realized she was back in the underground studio, the metal collar back on her neck. She looked around for Vincent but couldn’t see him or even hear him. She was about to shout for him when she noticed a tray on the floor with a bottle of water, bottle of pain killers, and another letter. Her name spelled correctly in his script like handwriting, Her father wrote like and so did she, it must be an artist thing.

~My angel, drink the water and take the medicine. I will come back for you in a few hours.~

Hours? How was she suppose to know when that was? There were no clock or windows here to tell the time. She did do as instructed and chugged the water bottle throwing back 4 of the pain killers. Probably more than what was prescribed but in her condition she wanted to take the whole bottle. She couldn’t do that to Caroline. It wasn’t fair to leave her here. Katie threw the pill bottle across the room so she couldn’t reach it. She laid back down and took note that he had torn her dress off. She saw it laying in a torn crumpled mess near her. She couldn’t control the tears that poured down her face. She became a sobbing screaming mess. No true words came out just screams of pure agony. This must be what hell feels like. Oh how she hoped hell was worse and thats where these brothers spent the rest of forever. Burning and rotting in the deepest pits of sulfur. She continued to scream until she wore herself out and the medicine took over. The combination pulling her into a dreamless sleep.

Vincent could hear her screams from where he was in the museum. He was standing directly over her making repairs to one of Mama’s older pieces. The small vent in the floor allowed her voice to echo up to him. He wanted to return to her. Tell his angel she was okay and he wasn’t mad at her anymore. She could apologize and they could go back to their bedroom and lay together, as they did before. He had hoped he would be able to let her sleep without the restraints but that would not happen for a while.

“Give ‘em an inch they take a damn mile.” Bo’s voice rang through the empty museum. “I could hear her screaming all the way in the shop. Didn’t think you had it in ya, Vinny.” He crossed his arms and smirked looking to his twin.

Vincent only shrugged in response, still thinking of his angel, all alone underground. She hated him more now than she did before. But she would learn, she would come to listen and love him.

“They’ll come around. Things are gonna be okay now. Have to watch those hands though, make sure they aren’t scheming on us. Mama’s dreams are coming true. Town will be done soon and we’ll have families. She’d be proud of us. ‘Bout dinner time. Gonna wake her up make her cook for me. I’ll have her make something for you and I’ll bring it down. Can’t let them near each other for a whiles. If you keep her upstairs at night, make sure she cant sneak out. ” Bo instructed and clapped over the shoulder before walking away.

—

Caroline didn’t want to open her eyes even though a quiet voice was telling her to wake up. A warm hand was making feather like touches on her ass. Even with the softness it burned.

“Dinner time, baby. Gotta get up and cook for your family. Then you can take a shower and I’ll take care of you. Were a good girl taking your spanks. I know you’ll be able to learn.” Bo’s voice was soft as he pulled her up and sat her on his lap. She shrieked in pain and tears escaped her eyes. “I know baby. I know it hurts but ya gotta learn your place.” He kissed her tears from her cheeks and moved her to stand in front of him.

He was surprised when she immediately fell to her knees and placed her hands on his jean clad thighs looking up at him through her tear filled lashes. He put his hand on her cheek and brushed away more tears.

“I’m sorry I disobeyed you, Bo. You’re the head of the family and I need to follow your rules. You decide what is best for me and our family.” The words tasted rotten on her tongue like spoiled milk but she said them knowing he would like that.

“Good girl. You’re forgiven baby. Come on now, dinner ain’t gonna cook itself.” He stood and pulled her up to stand next to him. He bent down and to press a kiss to her forehead but she turned her head up capturing his lips on hers. He pulled away and ran a hand through her hair another mutter of ‘good girl’ under his breath.

They walked together to the kitchen and Caroline was surprised she could walk at all. Every step was painful and tears sat in the corners of her eyes waiting to fall. Once in the kitchen Bo sat at the table and watched her.

“Whatever you make, make sure its easy to transport. I gotta take it downstairs to Vincent and your sister.” At the mention of Katie, Caroline took a sharp inhale. Of course they would be separated right now. She nodded and looked through the kitchen to see what Lester had brought her. She would have to make the grocery list tomorrow. There wasn’t a lot. Mostly things that could be thrown together quickly. But he did bring tomatoes she could make a quick tomato soup and grilled ham and cheese.

“Umm, there’s not a lot since Lester hasn’t be able to shop off a list from me. I think I can make tomato soup and grilled ham and cheese. If thats okay? Or I can find something else, maybe.” Her voice trailed off and Bo took her hand.

“You make whatever you want baby. This is the one place in the house you can call the shots.” He kissed her hand and let his lips linger a bit too long.

“Okay.” Her voice was soft afraid a wrong move would upset him again. He watched as she moved around the kitchen, figuring out where all the pots and pans were kept. Her hands went to the knife block but froze when she realized they were gone. He was one step ahead of her. Taking the sharps so she couldn’t cut him. “Bo?”

“Yes baby?”

“Can’t prep the food without a knife. I mean I can try but…” Her voice tapered off when he stood going to a high cabinet she hadn’t even noticed before. There was a lock on it and he had the key. Opening it he took down a knife but held it close to his thigh. He took a step towards her and used his free hand to whirl her so her back hit his chest. Without warning the knife was against her throat, “You try anything stupid with this and you’re in for it baby. You thought that last punishment was harsh, it will be nothing compared to the beating you get if you try anything with this knife. Understand?”

Her whole body trembled, “Yes, sir. I understand. I’ll be good.” He took the knife from her throat and gently placed it in her hand. He kissed the top of her head and went back to sitting at the table watching her.

It wasn’t long before she was done and had food plated in front of him. He looked at and narrowed his eyes.

“You need to eat. I’ve told you that.”

She signed and made herself a plate much smaller than his but he accepted that. She sat it down at the seat next to him but he pulled it next his and moved her onto his lap. She hissed at the pain.

“It‘ll get better baby.” He cooed to her trying to calm her. “Eat. Then a cold shower will be good for you.” He took a bite of his food and nearly moaned. “Damn baby. How the hell do you make everything taste so good?”

The rest of the email was eaten in silence. Once he was done he let her up. “Now, I’m going to take food to Vincent and Katie. You will stay here and do your housework.” His words were simple and could have been borderline sweet then he stood. Once he was full height his hand went back and smacked her across the face. “Anything, fucking anything, is out of place when I get back…”

“I’ll get punished I know. I’ll be good.” His slapped her again.

“Don’t fucking interrupt me bitch. Get to work.” He made sure to get the knife and clean it before putting it away. He took the leftover food and made his way downstairs to drop it off with Vincent and go over plans for the next day.

When he came back 30 minutes later to the kitchen it was spotless. Even the knobs on the oven were shiny. How she did it that fast he will never know. Caroline was leaning against the counter holding a tissue to her nose. He could see bits of red on it.

“Baby, what happened?” His face looked full of concern.

“I don’t know. I was cleaning the floor and noticed it had started bleeding. Maybe the bleach was too strong.” That was a lie. She felt her nose start to bleed moments after he hit her, but she’d never admit that. She moved her tissue from her nose and let him check.

He looked her over, “Looks like it stopped. Good job cleaning baby. Looks almost as pretty as you in here. Let’s go up and shower.”

She nodded and followed him up the stairs to the bathroom. He let her in ahead of him and then closed the door. He turned on the water and turned to her.

“Shower together, save water.” He took his clothes off and pulled off her dress and bra. Her eyes widen, realizing she was completely naked in front of her kidnapper. She tried to cover herself but he held her arms. “Don’t hide from your husband baby. You’re beautiful.” He stepped into the shower and took her with him.

She tried to keep her eyes focused on the wall over his shoulder.

‘Mama will forgive this Caroline. You’ll still go to better place in the end.’ This became a chanted mantra in her head.

He took her hips and spun them around so she was under the water. When the water hit her ass she screamed and beat her fist on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his chest letting the cool water flow down her back.

“Hurts, hurts. Please stop.” She whimpered into his chest. Bo shook his head and moved them under the water even more letting her hair get wet. Water fell from her hair and down her face. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe through the pain.

“Gotta clean you baby.” She heard the sound of a bottle opening and felt his hands rub soap up and down her back and arms. “Won’t worry about your hair tonight. You can shower again in the morning and wash it and dry it. Taken tomorrow off to spend the day at home with you.” He continued to rub her back and noticed she tenses the lower down her back he got.

“Okay, that’ll be nice.” She whispered out through the pain she was still feeling. She was thankful he wasn’t make this shower sexual. She was still scared and uncomfortable but it was like he actually cared for her. Soon he had cleaned himself and cut off the water. Getting out he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her before wrapping one around his waist.

She followed him back to the bedroom and waited for his instructions. He went to his dresser and took out of his shirts and his boxers. He threw the shirt at her.

“Let’s go to bed, baby.” He laid down and watched as she carefully pulled his shirt on. He was right, it did hit her mid-thigh. She crawled up the bed and carefully laid down on her side with her head on his chest. She hated that her hair was wet but he had promised her a shower again in the morning.

Bo’s hand went to her hair and brushed through the wet tangles.

“We’ll have a nice day tomorrow baby. Spend all day together. You can show me what a good girl you can be for me. But I can’t trust you right now. Give me your hand, baby.” He kissed her forehead and she gave him her hand without a fight. He took the handcuffs and locked her wrist to his “Once you can be trusted again we won’t have to do this.” Caroline nodded and got back on him, gently rubbing her face against his chest.

Her mind was swirling, thoughts racing. They had to get out of here. This place was a living hell. No matter what they had to do, her and Katie we’re getting out of here.

—

It was dark when Katie woke up again. The candles around her had gone out, leaving the room cold. Without her clothes Katie was freezing.

Where was Vincent? She couldn’t tell if he was in the room with her not. She could barely see her hand in front of her face.

“Vincent? Are you here?” When she didn’t hear any footsteps she started to panic. Had he left her here to die? Was this the end for her? Panic and fear fully setting in she started screaming his name and begging for him.

Finally the door opened and he stepped into the room, the candles from the studio providing little light. He knelt in front of her and took her face in hand. Using his thumps to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. She pressed her cheek into his palm and basked at the feeling of his warm hand on her cold skin.

She reach up and covered his hand with her own. “I’m sorry Vincent. I’m sorry i was stupid. Please, please can we go back to bed? It’s so cold here. Please, I’ll be good. I’ll be good for you. I promise.” She stated repeating over and over until he put his finger to her lips. He wiped her tears again and stood up walking to the door. “No! Please don’t leave me again. Please please take me with you.” Sobs wrecked through her body at the thought of being alone again. He still left the room but quickly returned with food.

Caroline had made it. She could tell because it was one of their favorite meals. Their dad would make it for them when their mom was busy with her society meetings.

The food was a little cold but she ate anyway, basically inhaled it. She didn’t know how long she had been in the studio. She had woke up a few times but only for a few moments before sleep took over. When her food was gone she sat the plate on the mattress next to her and looked up to Vincent. She wondered when he ate. Obviously never in front of her but would he take his mask off for his brothers? It seemed a touchy subject and she was in no way in a position to ask touchy questions.

A shiver ran down her spine, the cold air biting her skin again. She tried to move closer to Vincent to try and get warmth from his body heat but the chain around her pulled her back. He was just out of reach. She whimpered and held out her arms to him.

“Please? I’m sorry. Please just make it warmer. Make me warmer. I’m freezing. I learned my lesson. I’ll stay, I’ll be good.” She pulled her arms back and rubbed her hands up and down them. She looked to him to see if his body language had changed at all. It was then she noticed the strip of cloth in his hand. He moved closer to her and went behind her. She bit her tongue to keep from saying anything. ‘Just go along with it. Just play along. You knew this would happen at some point. Just think of Caroline. Survive for Caroline,’ she started to mentally prepare for what she thought was about to happened.

The fabric was placed over her eyes and tied around the back of her head. She sat and waited his hands to touch her body. But the feeling never came. She was beginning to worry he had slipped out of the room again but suddenly she felt his hands on her face. Tilting her head up he brushed the remaining tears from her cheeks. Then she felt his lips on hers. She could feel something on his face and it wasn’t his mask. She tried to touch him but he bit her lip in warning. She put her hands on his shoulders and he seemed to approve of that. Damn why did the psycho have to be a good kisser?

After another moment he pulled away. His hands falling from her face. She stay still as one of his wax figures waiting for his cue to do anything. The blindfold was removed as well as the collar on her neck. She looked to him still waiting but she started shivering. He opened his arms for her and she dove in to him. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as the tears returned along with another string of apologizes.

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs on his waists. She thought they would go to the bedroom upstairs but he stopped in his studio. He sat them both in his work chair letting her turn so her back touched his chest. He took a piece of paper and handed it to her. Her name written in his script on the fold page.

~My angel. I hate nothing more than not being able to calm you screams. But you must learn angel. You must be good. The plans won’t work if you’d listen. How can we expect our children to listen if their mother can’t.~ Katie gasps at the children part. ~Tomorrow we will spend the day together here in the studio. I can show you how to make sculptures. Or you can draw. Whatever you want tell me and I will get it for you, my sweet little angel.~

Katie found it funny how he called her his ‘angel’ when in her mind he was a demon.

“Or I could tattoo you.” She laughed softly making his hear soar. “I’m kidding. Unless you want me to do it. All my supplies are in the car.” She felt his chest move in what felt like as laugh. He took his pen and wrote the short reply on the bottom of the original note.

~Maybe next time. Bed?~

Katie nodded and stood waiting for him. He stood and picked her up again.

“I have legs I can walk.” But he shook his head. “Fine.” She groaned and rested her head on his shoulder. She glanced up and noticed what looked like scars peaking out from the edge of his mask. Was he burned somehow? Or maybe in an accident. She would save that talk for another time.

They made it to the upstairs and he gave her a few minutes into he bathroom to freshen up. She almost threw up when she saw herself in the mirror, dark bruises in the shapes of hands circled her throat from where he had chocked her. A faint hand could be seen on her face from the slap.

Vincent of course stood guard at the door to make sure she didn’t run off to find Caroline. When she was done they went back to the bedroom. She went for her suitcase to see if any of her pajamas were still inside but he took her hand showing her to the dresser. Opening the top drawer it was full of her things now. Undergarments and pajamas arrange in a neat order. She took out an oversized shirt and a pair of athletic shorts. Slowly she took off her bra and slipped the clothes on. Thankfully he let her do it with her back to him. When she turned she saw that he too had changed in the short time, now wear a tank top and boxers.

He took her hand and guided her to the bed letting her crawl in first. Once they were both on the mattress he got the cuffs. Wordlessly she held up her arm letting him lock them together. He brushed hair out of her face and pressed his wax lips to her cheek.

“Vincent?” To hell with all of her talk about waiting to ask about his face. He was holding her against her will at least he could be honest with her about something. He gave her his attention looking at her with his one blue eye. Her hand carefully touched his wax cheek. He tried to turn away from her but her voice made him freeze.

“If you want me to trust you, to listen to you, I need to know you. I don’t think its fair to not be able to fully know my husband.” Oh that word burned as it left her lips but she knew he would like it. “I understand if it takes time but I… I won’t judge you. Doubt I can be more scared of you than I already am.” The last sentence came a whisper and Vincent’s heart shattered. She shouldn’t be scared of him. He loved her. He was going to take care of her.

A million scenarios ran through his head once his heart started beating again. How could she not judge him. He was hideous. But she was right, it wasn’t fair to her when he got to see all of her. His took her hand off his cheek and slowly removed the mask from his face. His long hair feel to cover him almost like it had a mind of its own to protect him.

Katie’s hands shook as she moved his hair from his face and saw him truly for the first time. She could tell him and Bo were identical. But he only had one side of his face. The other side was completely scared over. Like someone had sliced the other side of his face off. She went to touch him but froze only continuing when he nodded. The only people to ever see his face were his family. But she was his family now he reasoned with himself. Her fingers traced lines on his face. Both the good and ugly side.

“What…? Never mind.” She whispered and continued to touch him. But he knew her question before the first word fell from her lips. He took a notepad from the bedside table, he must have them stashed everywhere around the house, and wrote.

~Bo and I were conjoined at birth. Our father was a doctor and separated us.~ He drew a quick crude sketch of them as infants. ~Mama made me mask so I could go to school~

He waited for her to say something. To call him a monster and that he was unloveable. But that never came. Instead she pressed her lips to his softly. Her hands going to his hair to pull him closer. Their joined hands crossing allowing him to hold her cheek. They kissed for what felt like ages before she broke it off for air.

“Thank you for trusting me.” She kissed him quickly one more time before laying down pulling him down with her. Like the night before she curled into his chest and let her hand fall on his heart. But this time she was awake when she did it. So it was her choice. A choice he was happy she made.

—

Bo did as promised and let her take a shower to wash her hair properly. He complained the whole time about how much time she was taking but never stopped her. Today would be a fresh start for them. Spend the whole day together just the two of them. He’d tell her about Mama and all the plans for the town. They’d cuddle on the couch and watch whatever signal the tv could pick up. He’d tell her how much he loved her and how perfect she was to him. He was still trapped in the paradise in his mind, not even hearing the hairdryer. It wasn’t until the door opened and she took his hand that he he snapped out of his daydream. Only to fall into another one seeing her all done up. Her hair was curled like he told her he liked it but the sides had been twisted back in small braids. She had on the outfit he picked for her, a yellow skirt and white top and had dolled up her face. Long eyelashes and pink shimmering lips.

“Beautiful, baby. A sight for sore eyes.” He brushed his hand down her cheek and titled her head up to kiss her.

Pulling away she laughed and wiped her thumb across his bottom lip, “Got my lip gloss on ya now.” Her fingers lingered on the corner of his mouth and she waited for his reaction. He smiled at her and softly bit her thumb in a playful way.

“Babygirl what have I told ya, your playing with fire when you do things like that.” His eyes shined with lust. “Gonna be hard to keep my hands off you today.” He put is hands on her hip and lifted her into his arms carrying her down to the kitchen.

He pulled a book down from one of the high cabinets, “Found Mama’s book. You can start practicing. Maybe can actually make the food taste good.” He handed her the book and pulled out a chair at the table. “Sit down, baby and start making a list a Les. I’ll make ya breakfast today.” He put a pen and paper next to her.

Oh, he was trying to butter her up. Play sweet today to hook her in deep. She just nodded and carefully sat down wincing at the pain. This mornings shower had been better than the night before. But she was still bruised. And now her face sported a purple mark where he had slapped her.

She flipped through the book and marked the pages she liked. Noting down what food she would need for each one. Hopefully Katie could come back soon and help her. They always did everything together.

“How often does Lester go for supplies? I don’t want to put too little and we run out of food. Or too much and it spoils.” She looked to him as he sat a plate of toast with jam and eggs next to her along with a glass of what she assumed was orange juice.

“Every two weeks or so. Maybe someday I can let you go with him.” He sat down next to her and took the cookbook from her flipping through the pages she had mark. He stopped at one and tapped the page she had marked, it was recipe for pot roast, “That’s mine and Vinny’s favorite. One of the only things that tasted really good. Mama made it for our birthday every year.”

Hearing birthday made Carolines eye light up. She and Katie loved birthdays. “When’s your birthday? So I can make it for you. Katie and I love celebrating birthdays.”

She didn’t notice his jaw clench when she said Katie’s name. “September 18th, 1970.”

“Oh that’s soon. It’s August… wait, 1970?” Caroline did the math in her head, that couldn’t be right. 1970? It was 2004 that would be make him… 33 about to be 34.

“I’ll admit I don’t know everything in the world, baby but I think I know my birthday.”

“I just wasn’t… didn’t think…” How could she word it without making him mad. She bit her lip thinking.

Bo put his hand on her thigh and pulled her chair closer, “Spit it out babygirl.”

“I just didn’t think you were that much older than me.” She looked up at him and saw his face twist in confusion and she assumed it mirrored her own look.

He shook his head, “How old are you?”

“We turned 19 in March.” A smirk grew on Bo’s face. She really was a sweet young little thing. He figured she was younger then him but he thought maybe by 7 or 8 years, not 15.

He took her face in hand and kissed her forehead, “Really are my sweet babygirl ain’t ya?” Oh course this news made him excited. Caroline just nodded and tried to smile at him, continuing to eat the food he made her. She made notes in the cookbook, including putting their birthday next to the recipe he had pointed out with the note ‘Bo and Vincent’s favorite’.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Until footsteps were heard above them, and Bo shifted. It was like watching a dog go from happy and jumping at the sight of its owner to growling and baring its teeth at the cat behind them.

He stood up and cleared the table putting the dishes in the sink. He left the recipe book and her note on the table, pulling her up into his arms. He pressed her face in his chest and whispered harshly in her ear, “You say so much as one word to her and I’ll have you over my knee. You just stand here and be quiet. Understand baby?”

She shuddered in his hold and nodded, “Yes, sir.” His hands wrapped her resting on her lower back. She moved her hands to wrap around his neck. She heard their footsteps enter the kitchen and the sound of cabinets and the fridge being opened and closed. The entire time Bo whispered sweet nothings in her ear, a blend of “good girl” “sweet baby listening so well” “proud of you”. Something about being told he was proud of her made her preen. She thrived off praise. Finally she heard a lock open followed the a door opening and closing before the locked clicked back into place. Bo finally released her and let her step back.

“Come on baby. Imma show you around the house.” He took her hand and led her around the bottom floor which didn’t have many rooms. The kitchen, living room (which was large), and the master bedroom but that door was closed. “No going into Mama and Dad’s room” he informed her. They made their way up the stairs to more doors. She knew his or well their room and the bathroom. He pointed out one of the doors as Lester’s, telling her that the next time he was home she needed to ask if he wanted his room clean.

“Does he not stay here all the time?”

Bo shook his head, “Nah, little brother likes to play independent. Has a little trailer on the edge of town. But sometimes he comes home.”

Caroline just nodded in response as Bo moved on. He pointed out Vincent’s room, she assumed it was now Katie’s room too. There was one more door at the end of the hall with a name plaque that read “Dr. Victor Sinclair.”

“I don’t care if every other room in this house if full of venomous snakes and spiders- if you open this door I will not hesitate to snap your neck.” His tone was serious and she knew better than to ask him about this room.

She just nodded and he took her back downstairs. There weren’t many pictures on the walls but the few she saw showed Vincent in a mask. Had he worn it always?

“Bo?” She asked as he sat them down on the couch after flicking the tv on and wiggling the rabbit ears until it played a station. She didn’t know what show was on because it was currently displaying a toothpaste commercial.

“Yeah baby?” He pulled her close to him and had her rest her head on his shoulder.

She swallowed hoping she wouldn’t get in trouble for the question. “Um, Vincent, has he, has he always had the mask? I just saw the pictures and he looks so young in them.”

Bo just nodded and she could tell he was chewing on his cheek like he wasn’t sure what to tell her. Should probably be honest with her, if she was to trust him.

“Stay here I’ll be right back.” He stood up and she heard him digging in a drawer in the kitchen. He returned moments later with a photo in his hand. He sat back down and turned the photo to her. It was him and Vincent as new borns. “Dad was able to separate us but Vinny was messed up. Doesn’t have the other eye all that shit. I was luckily I guess. Can’t see the scar under my hair unless it’s cut short.”

Her hand went to the back of his head without thinking and he grabbed it taking her fingers to his scar. His breathing hitched in his throat. Never had he been so honest.

“Mama made a mold of my face to make him the mask. He hated them at first but Mama made him wear them. Didn’t want the world to see his face. Use to piss me off. He’d be all upset and bed her not to put it on him but she would anyway.”

“So he can talk?”

“A little. It’s not easy. The cut runs from here to here on him.” He took his finger and traced a line done her face for forehead to chin going over a portion of her lips. “So part of his mouth scarred over. Plus with the mask on it gets muffled. It’s just easier for him to write things down or gesture.”

Caroline hummed and nodded, an idea popping in her head. “Oh I can take you some sign language now. We can start easy with the ABCs.” Bo smiled and twisted her so she straddled his lap. “Okay baby. Teach me.” He held his hands to her and she smiled at him, what seemed like a true smile. The rest of the morning was spent with her showing him the letters and moving his fingers to help him understand. She’d giggle when he messed up and she’d careful move his fingers the right way. Maybe today would be okay.

—

Katie woke up and noticed Vincent wasn’t in their room. She sat up and saw a stack of her clothes on the edge of the bed. The outfit he had chosen for her. She picked up the pile and saw it was jean shorts and a plain olive green shirt. Nothing special, she figured since he planned on showing her how to work with wax he didn’t want to dirty any of her dresses. She also noticed her hands weren’t cuffed to the bed. She got dressed and sat on the edge of the bed brushing her hair. She braided it in a simple French braid. But hers was no where near as perfect as Vincent made for her before. Once done she sat and waited for him to return. After a few minutes he returned with a tray in hand. She saw toast and eggs, a cup of coffee, and what she figured was orange juice.

He sat the tray on the small desk in the corner sat in the one of the two chairs, she wondered if one had been Bo’s chair at one point. He looked to her and motioned for her to come to him. She followed his command and sat in the chair next to him. He took a plate and the orange juice and sat them in front of her before taking a plate and the the coffee cup for himself. He took a breath and removed his mask again letting his hair fall in front of his face. She didn’t make a move to move it this time, letting him go at his own pace.

“Thank you. I wondered where you went. I was starting to miss you.” She tacked the last sentence on to hopefully keep to his good side. He looked to her and offered a half smile from the unscarred part of his face. They ate in silence and when done he stood but put his hand on her to keep her down.

“Stay.” The word came out rough as usual. She nodded and stayed still folding her hands on her lap. He put his mask back on and went back to the kitchen putting the dishes in the sink. He returned to her and was happy to see she had followed orders. She was still sitting in the chair he left her, her eyes wandering over the art on the walls.

“I like that one.” She pointed to one of the frames above the desk. It was oil pastel of pink and white water lilies. “I love floral art especially water lilies. If you can’t tell.” She ran her hand over her arm that in fact had a pink water lily on her inner arm above her wrist. “This was one of the first ones I did completely by myself when I was 17. Dad got me my first machine for my 15th birthday. Caroline got a new curling iron set. If that can tell you how different we are in some aspects. Him and his best friend were tattoo artists and they taught me on the side. Wasn’t exactly legal since I was underage but we didn’t tell anyone. And no one questioned when I turned 18 and just stated working in his shop.”

Vincent listened to her story and was reminded of him and his mother. Her teaching him how to work with wax and making his own figures. His first figure was featured in the museum. A small dog. Looking at it now he would cringe. It was really awful but 9 year old Vincent had been so proud. And Mama had been so proud she talked about it like it reviled the statue of David.

He didn’t notice Katie had started crying until he heard her sniffle. He looked at her and he saw quiet tears falling as she traced the tattoo. “Dad was so proud when I showed him this. Said it was the best he had ever seen. Fuck. Sorry, I’m crying. I just miss him. Him and Mama died a few months ago. They were on a train trip across Alaska and the train crashed. Only half the travelers were survivors.” As she told the story she cried more. She realized it was the first time she had cried over this without Caroline there with her. Her face fell to her hands as the tears turned to sobs. She kept apologizing trying to choke down the sobs but he just shushed her. He picked her up and sat down with her on the bed. He rubbed her back and took his mask off so he could kiss her hair. They stayed that way for a few minutes before her sobs died down and she was able to breath again.

“Thank you Vincent.” Her voice was a little horse from crying but he still loved the way his name left her lips. He kissed her forehead one more time and set her feet on the floor. He stood up, putting his mask back on, and took her hand. In his other hand he had a note for her. She took it in her free hand and read it.

~We have to pass Bo and Caroline to get to the studio. Do not talk to her. Don’t even look to her. Stay quiet.~

She looked up him and nodded obediently. He held her hand as they traveled down the stairs. He stopped in the kitchen and she got a quick glance of Caroline in Bo’s arms, keeping her face against him so she couldn’t see Katie. This was obviously part of their punishment. Vincent took a few things from the cabinets and fridge handing them to her, some water bottles and premade deli sandwiches.

He took her down to the studio and had her sit the food on a desk to the side. He showed her to a closet that was filled with art supplies. Pencils, paints, oils, charcoal, papers of all kinds, anything an artist could need. Once she had looked around it a bit he took her to another area where his molds for figures were held. He picked up a few looking at the bottoms. Finally he found the one he was looking for and handed it to her.

He brought her to his work bench and started the fire that would melt the wax. He showed her all the steps to prep everything and once the wax was ready he let her place her hands over as he poured it into the mold.

~Something this size will take about 5 hours to harden enough to take it out of the mold. We can draw if you would like, my angel.~

She nodded and slid off his lap allowing him to stand. She followed him back to the first closet he had showed her and let her pick what she wanted. She took one of the sketching books and pencils. He took the same and went back to the work bench.

“Can I sit on the floor? I work better on the floor. I don’t know why.” She asked not sitting down with him.

He titled his head to the side but nodded and stood again going into the closet like room with the mattress. Oh how she hoped she was never locked there again. He came back with one of the larger blankets and spread it on the floor. Katie sat down and crossed her legs after thanking him. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him sit on the floor with her and she looked to him and smiled. The next 2 hours were spent in completely silence, but a comfortable silence. Occasionally she would glance up and notice him watching her. Whenever this happened blood would rush to her cheeks and she’d smile. This she could get use to doing. Having someone to do art with again was nice. Caroline tried but it wasn’t her thing. Like doing fancy hair styles wasn’t Katie’s.

Eventually they heard the door at the top of the stairs open. Vincent stood and went to the door of the studio where Bo was standing with Caroline behind him. She was able to lock eyes with her sister and tried to smile but seeing the purple on her sisters face made her stomach tighten. Caroline must be feeling the same way as her seeing Katie’s bruises. She had honestly forgotten about them until she saw Caroline.

Without a word Bo handed a book to Vincent before turning away and taking Caroline back upstairs. Vincent returned to her and gave her the book. There was a note from Caroline on it.

-This is their Mama’s cookbook. I marked the pages I liked and wrote down what food we need for it. I made notes in the book too. I love you twin.-

Katie put her sketch pad to the side. Her hand was started to cramp from the holding the pencils anyway. She flipped through the book. Everything Caroline had marked would be what she would like too. Food was a common love of theirs. She got to a recipe for pot roast and noticed a note -Bo and Vincent’s Favorite. Make it on their birthday, 9/18/70- was written in Caroline’s curly handwriting. 1970? No she must have written it down wrong, it should probably be 1980.

“Vincent?” She asks softly moving closer to him with the book in her hands. He out his sketch book face down and looked to her. “Is this right? Is that really your birthday?” She pointed to the note Caroline had left. He looked at it and nodded. “Even the year?” She asks starting to mentally do the math. Again he nodded. So if she born in 1985 and he was born in 1970, that would make him 15 years older than her. He would be turning 34 soon and she was 19. “Oh, okay.” She said softly before going back to flipping pages.

While she was reading he slid one of his notes to her.

~When is your birthday?~

“It’s already passed. March 5, 1985. We turned 19 this year. But September is our half birthday, six months after our birthday. Mama and Daddy always thought was fun to celebrate that too. Since there’s two of us we got two celebrations to make sure we felt all the love. We’d even get half a cake. That’s on September 5. Oh yours and Bo’s is March 18! We have opposite birthday months thats fun. Caroline and I love birthdays. We like say they are our second favorite holiday after Halloween.”

Watching her eyes light up made Vincent’s heart beat faster. His sweet angel, excited to celebrate him. But she was so young. If he had realized how young she was he may not have gone along with Bo’s plans. Maybe even would have let the girls leave town unharmed. He knew what it was like to be stuck in this town forever. Catherine had never even truly experienced the world and he had damned her to his hell. He clipped his angel’s wings. But they were in too deep now. He cared too much or her to let her leave him now. And he liked to think she was coming around to caring for him too.

He watched her go back to reading through the cookbook making notes and writing down what she wanted. She would look up at him at times and smile at him. After letting his mind wander and his eyes linger on her he went back to his sketch.

When she was done with the cookbook she sat it aside and returned to her own sketch. She didn’t know how many hours had gone by but she was able to finish her piece. She signed the bottom and smiled. She looked up and caught Vincent staring at her again.

“I finished mine.” She told him turning the book to him showing him her art. He took it from her and examined it closely. It was a landscape of Ambrose she had done from memory, each of the brothers were featured some where. She had Bo at his shop working on his truck, Lester leaning against his truck with a cigarette, and himself in front of the museum. She even had Jonesy sitting in front of the pet shop. He took his notepad and quickly wrote

~You did this from memory? You only saw the town f or a few hours.~

She made his favorite sound in the world, she laughed. “I have a good memory and the town isn't that big. Could maybe soon, you show me it again? It’d be nice to be outside again.” Her voice trailed off wishfully.

He had been keeping her inside too much. An angel like her needs to be outside in the fresh air. He looked to her and nodded. He’d have work with Bo to find time to do that.

She smiled again and looked down to try and get a peak at his art. Out of instinct he pulled it close to chest but when she leaned away from with a slight frown he turned it to her. She looked it over and gasps. He had drawn her in an angelic light. She had never seen herself look so beautiful. He let her take the drawing from him and she traced the lines gently. Tears started to form in her eyes.

“This is beautiful. Is… is this really how you see me? I’m not this pretty.” She shook her head and handed the art back to him. He sat it down and took his note pad and wrote for what felt like forever. Once finished he gave it to her.

~My Catherine, my angel, you are the most beautiful being in all of the earths creation. No one could hold a light to your beauty. Not only do you have outer beauty but your soul itself is a work of art. You are so kind and loving. So pure. I am grateful to be able to call you mine. My sweet beautiful angel.~

For a brief second Katie forgot their past and how they got here. She forgot how he had taken her and was holding her against her will. She forgot how his brother was doing the same to her twin. For a moment it was like she and Vincent were a normal couple who drew for each other and wrote love letters. Never had anyone, not even her sister, said anything like this about her. The way he described her was like she was an angel. For a second she was able to see a future with him but then it all came flooding back. Everything that happened. But how could someone who could say the perfect things really be so bad? Maybe she did need to start listening to him.

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