#but she spent a shitty life without knowing anything about who she was

[eshalstuf]

"esra keeps doing shit by modifying the past" halit is also modifying the past according to his individual desire and no one is complaining about it?? Do you know why? Because that's what we want. That's what moves the story. Do you really want this girl to stay put and make the decision to go back home instead of trying to figure out where the hell her mom and dad are and why she was sent to a different time?

I understand Ahmet's supporters, but Esra has been through a lot of shit in this life too. Ahmet was not the only one who suffered in this story. I will be defending my girl Esra forever.

[doberbutts]

Curious about something you mentioned in your post last week, you said that in your opinion all drugs should be legal and I’m curious about how that would be a positive at all? Like I get weed bc it’s pretty harmless but when I think of drugs I think of cocaine and heroin, which have destroyed so many lives. If it was widely available wouldn’t that end up hurting more people than helping? That’s just my opinion but I’m curious on the other side

I do think all drugs should be legal. This is said knowing that addiction runs in my family and that the only reason my older sister is my *sister* is due to drug use and addiction. Otherwise she'd be my cousin.

Making drugs illegal does not stop people from getting high. It does not stop drug related crime. And it certainly does not stop drugs from tearing families apart.

Addiction is a symptom of a larger problem. Solve the problem and the addict problem goes away. Solve the addict problem and drugs stop ruining lives and destroying families and creating massive amounts of drug related violence. Places that have roled out decriminalization strategies effectively have seen an overall reduction in crime rates across the board, a reduction in recreational drug use, and a reduction in bloodborne illness like HIV. Creating safe needle exchanges as well as safe places to get high with medical staff onhand has also created a locale where very few people die from overdose.

Most people hear "decriminalize all drugs" and think I mean a free-for-all. I don't. I think the drug market should be regulated. I don't think you should be able to get ketamine or heroin over the counter at a walmart like you can get asprin. But I think it's time to stop putting people in jail for getting high.

My aunt tore her life and her family and her health apart for years while she was addicted to heroin. My sister, her daughter, needed to be removed from her care due to the amazingly bad choices she made as a mother due to her addiction and her prioritizing drugs over the health and safety of her daughter. My aunt has had multiple heart attacks from the damage the constant drug use did to her body.

My aunt is more than a decade sober and do you know why? It's not because she got a wakeup call when her daughter was taken away, because at the time she willingly and freely signed her over to my parents because that got her "out of [her] hair". It's not because she had a heart attack, because she went right back to it the moment she was out of the hospital. It's not even because she spent time in rehab and prison, because the moment she was out she was using again.

No, my aunt got sober because her life changed. She was put on a better pain management plan. She got out of her shitty marriage to her shitty husband. She completed some education to make her more hireable so she didn't have to rely on less than safe means of paying her bills. She reconnected with my sister and reforged their relationship once she was 18. She bought her own house. She found love with someone who didn't give a shit about her past and brought out the best in her.

My aunt was a deeply unhappy person. Heroin made life more tolerable for her. Until she couldn't tolerate life without it. Until she'd do anything, anything, to get her next high.

A lot of addicts are addicts because they are self-medicating for something else and their drug of choice has chemical properties that makes their brains crave it more. If you fix the "deeply unhappy" part, you create a healthier environment for that addict to take control over their life again. Without it, they are far more likely to continue to relapse.

Knowing this, why would I then want to add the threat of prison and jailtime- life-ruining things themselves- to an addict's list of concerns?

Look up rat park sometime. In the rat paradise, drugged water was freely offered, and occasional a rat here or there would take a hit or two, but rarely enough to even get high and almost never habitually. Addiction literally didn't exist even though the rats were taking addictive substances. But the rats in cages, seperated from each other, with no enrichment, crammed into small spaces and stressed to hell? Those rats took hit after hit after hit until they overdosed and died. The addict rats were deeply unhappy. The drugs were their only escape. The paradise rats had to be lured in with sweetened drugs to even consider and even then they rejected them. The caged rats did not need sweetner, even though the drugs made the water bitter.

If we can see such a stark difference in rats having their needs met vs rats experiencing isolation and stress, what would happen if we showed human addicts the same consideration?

I think a lot better results than continuing to jail deeply unhappy and desperate people for doing the only thing they can think of to cope.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

How they show affection to you throughout the relationship TW: AFAB Reader, Sexual implications, Cringey men, MY SHITTY ASS WRITERS BLOCK

Lucifer

In the beginning, your story together was anything but perfect. He held unyeilding views about sinners, and in his eyes, you were nothing more than a psychopathic killer, a hopeless drug addict, or even, heaven forbid, a demonic radio host.

Yet somehow, you brought joy into his life. Your corny puns and lighthearted jokes became the new normal for his troubled soul. You consistently put him first, even when you didn’t have to, your calm, gentle smile illuminating the darkest corners of his small world.

It truly began with the small gestures—special nicknames that he lovingly crafted just for you. One fateful day, he became visibly upset when Charlie dared to use the same nickname. He sulked for days, unable to shake off the irritation that someone else had used his personal nickname he made just for you.

As your connection deepened, he began expressing his feelings through lingering touches. Afraid to voice the vastness of his emotions, he sought to convey his affection subtly. He would hold your hand a fraction too long during exchanges, his fingers brushing against yours with a hesitant familiarity. When he tucked a stray hair behind your ear, his fingers lingered against your skin just a moment longer. He would pull you close, his hand resting possessively around your waist, silently claiming you as his own.

Eventually, the weight of his unspoken feelings became too much to bear. He opted for indirect confessions, praising your beauty and grace instead of uttering the words "I love you," which once led to heartache. He swept you off your feet, whether in a playful dance or as you strolled through the infernal streets of Hell, reveling in the joy of simply being together.

The moment of true confession came unexpectedly while Kattie Killjoy was out on the road with her camera crew. She stopped you both, curious about the new sinner who had captured King Lucifer's attention. Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled you into a passionate kiss, declaring to the Hell's rings that you were his.

That kiss sparked a meaningful conversation about the future of your relationship and the love that had been quietly brewing between you for so long. From that moment, Lucifer began guiding you, helping you find your footing as Hell's next queen, all the while cherishing the fact that you chose to stand by his side.

Alastor

He didn’t hate you; instead, he regarded you as a mere plaything—a soul eager to make a deal, much like countless others before you. To him, people were simply pawns in a grand game, assets he could exploit over time. Yet, he never anticipated the profound impact you would have on his life.

Your calm presence was soothing, like the perfect Jazz song on a long night. You found joy in learning about his past, willingly immersing yourself in the world of Jazz, and becoming an enthusiastic participant. It warmed his heart to know he had at least one dedicated listener who wasn’t bound to him by ownership.

He couldn’t help but notice the way your hands lingered near him, a delicate dance of respect and curiosity. Your decision to take up dancing lessons at Mimzy’s work didn’t go unnoticed either. He appreciated your efforts far more than he would ever admit, silently cherishing the way you sought to connect with him.

It quickly became apparent to everyone in Hell—save for the two of you—that something special was blossoming between you. Your every move was shadowed by a newfound intimacy, and Alastor always seemed prepared with an extra outfit for dancing, making it almost too easy for others to see the affection that was growing between you.

Alastor, recognizing your hesitation to risk hurting him, decided to take the plunge and make the first move. He whisked you away to Mimzy’s dance hall, where you spent the night twirling and swaying together. While dancing was not unusual for you two, it was during the slow songs that he drew you impossibly close, enveloping you in a warmth that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

The truth of your shared feelings came to light when Rosie danced by and playfully remarked on how cute and deadly the two of you appeared together. With a broad smile illuminating his face, Alastor looked down at you, and before you could process the moment, he captured your lips in a searing kiss.

This kiss ignited a whirlwind of chaos around you—a symphony of Mimzy’s complaints, Rosie’s laughter, and the distant hum of TV static as carnage erupted in the streets, instigated by an irate man who had glimpsed a glitchy, blurry photo of your exchange. Although the man who snapped the picture met a swift end, the image ultimately found its way into Vox’s hands, setting off a chain reaction of consequences.

Adam

He was the first man, the quintessential figure, the one and only Adam of the Garden of Eden. With an aura of irresistible charm, he dismissed the notion of singular love or romance, believing he needed a multitude of women to satisfy his desires. Sweet, innocent feelings had no place in his world—at least, that’s what he thought.

Little did he know, you were slowly weaving your way into the fabric of his heart. You were the epitome of a perfect angel, obedient and charmingly polite. Initially, he found your demeanor a tad annoying, but as night fell, his imagination transformed you into the devoted wife he never knew he craved.

Over time, his nicknames for you evolved from crude jests to tender pet names, each one reserved solely for you. If anyone dared to inquire about this softer side, he would scoff, brushing it off as if it never happened. The same went for the fleeting touches—his instinct to stand closely behind you, resting his head on yours or your shoulder—he would never confess to being utterly smitten.

His feelings became undeniable when even the mere mention of Eve or Lilith in your presence ignited a fierce jealousy within him. He yearned to shout from the rooftops that you were the one—the "it girl" who had captured his heart. You were his forever, the beginning and the end.

To solidify these feelings and coax you into his embrace, he made it his mission to cling to you, undeterred by gossip or judgment. He wanted you to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that his devotion to you matched yours to him.

The pivotal moment that brought your lips together was orchestrated by Lute, who quite literally pushed you into Adam. Just as he was grappling with cold feet, he found himself frozen in place, your wide, sparkling eyes locked on his. In a whirlwind of surprise, Lute nudged you forward, and as he instinctively caught you, one hand on your lower back and the other tangling in your hair, he realized your hands were resting on his chest. In that electric moment, your lips met, sealing a connection neither of you anticipated.

From that day forward, Lute took immense pride in her matchmaking skills. Whenever Adam wasn’t around, she reveled in bragging about how she had transformed the notorious “massive asshole” into a devoted boyfriend, silencing his incessant boasts about his past conquests. This victory was a personal triumph for her and a welcome relief for the other exorcists, who were finally spared from his relentless chatter about your perfect form.

Husk

He had never been on the lookout for love—not even before his untimely demise. To him, it felt like a distant fantasy, something lost in the chaos of his life. As a gambling man with a penchant for risk, he often found that women were put off by his reckless ways and his struggle with alcohol.

But then you entered his life, and it took far too long for him to realize that his drinking had lessened, replaced by an increasing fascination with you. You became his unexpected remedy, igniting an obsession with your radiant smile and infectious laughter. Your genuine spirit shone brightly, even when the world felt heavy and overwhelming.

He transformed your drinks into special concoctions, always incorporating your favorites—whether they were alcoholic or not. Each glass was adorned with playful fruits and whimsical garnishes aimed at coaxing your smile.

One day, he casually suggested that you help him clean the bar, seizing the opportunity to brush his fingers against your lower back or hold your hands, delighting in the warmth of your presence.

He longed to take a step toward something more official, but with Charlie’s exuberance and Alastor’s unpredictable nature, commitment felt daunting. Yet, it was clear to everyone in the hotel how deeply he cherished you. Encouraged by their nudges, he finally gathered the courage to ask you out, only to stumble over his words and blurt out a clumsy, unrelated question that only made you smile wider.

Determined to make his intentions clear, he devised a plan to ask you out on his own terms. He orchestrated a lovely meal and implored everyone in the hotel to vacate for the afternoon. Once the scene was set, everything fell into place. Your laughter at his classy magic tricks and the sweet rhythm of your conversation made him realize—this was love blooming in its purest form.

When he finally confessed, he was beaming—a remarkable feat for someone who rarely wore a smile. Your genuine warmth and unwavering affection were all that mattered to him, melting away his grumpy exterior.

From that moment on, Husk transformed into a new man. He found purpose in his days, a reason to look forward to the end of his shifts. Yes, the looming presence of the radio demon still weighed on his mind, but you were there, ready to fill the void in his heart with everything he had always longed for.

Vox

You were nothing more than an assistant in his eyes—just a cog in the machine while he juggled the chaotic dynamics of his half-hearted relationship with Val and Vel. Love felt like a distraction; all he craved was power and the sweet satisfaction of seeing Alastor kneeling before him.

Yet, you were an infuriating thorn in his side, clad in alluring short skirts and stockings, flashing a smile that could light up the darkest corners of Hell. Each comment from Val or Vel about you ignited a possessive spark within him. He wanted you all to himself, and he was determined to keep it that way.

The nature of your interactions began to change, starting innocently with the passing of papers or showcasing new products on the tablet. But it quickly escalated to lingering touches—his hands resting possessively on your waist, gentle massages on your shoulders, and teasing breaths against your neck as he leaned in to whisper.

He was intent on making you want him, but pride held him back from crawling to you; that would be too undignified. Instead, he resolved to ensure you needed him just as much. One promise rang clear in his mind: he would never, ever use his hypnosis against you.

His feelings became undeniable the day Val cornered you, a tense moment exacerbated by his foul mood, thanks to Angel Dust’s antics and the fact that you had captured Vox's attention. What began as a heated conversation erupted into a full-blown brawl between the two men, both vying for your affection in one way or another.

When Vox emerged victorious, albeit with a few scrapes, he was seething. But the moment you approached him, your worried eyes searching his, everything shifted. In that instant, he realized you were the one—the only one he would ever need. Forget Alastor on his knees; it was you he craved at his side.

With one passionate kiss, he made his feelings clear, giving Val a defiant middle finger as you and Vox ignited headlines across Hell with your new love story. He would do anything for you—truly anything—and he meant every word.

[fallenhunnyapple]

Some Baby Savior AU Expansion

This is an Adamsapple AU because I love them they have taken over my life. I'm sorry in advance because there's a lot going on and I'm bad at being succinct.

This AU works under the Assumption that Adam didn't Die to get into Heaven. He was Ascended while he was still alive as a 'reward' for staying 'good', having not eaten of the Fruit of Knowledge. But his children were still tainted because of their mother, and so while they were still young, the eldest still only being in their teens, he was taken away from them to stay safe in Heaven.

Also, there are yearly meetings held a week after Exterminations where Lucifer and Adam (and Lute) meet in order to discuss quotas, numbers, etc. They're mandatory as per the agreement.

So-

Lilith left Lucifer while Charlie was still just an infant and he had to raise her alone. It was Difficult and when Lucifer was Busy, Charlie spent a lot of time being watched by her Aunts and Uncles, the Sins. But he foolishly let himself trust the people of his ring once and they took advantage, an Overlord trying to vy for more influence hired someone to steal the Princess and hold her hostage. The night before the Extermination.

Lucifer is already overworked and stressed and now having his daughter kidnapped made him lose his mind and go on a full rampage, destroying part of Pentagram City in his blind rage and panic. Which, Great for the Exorcists as long as they keep out of his way because that means they can pick off all the freaked out and fleeing sinners.

And it's during this panicked frantic mess that Adam quite literally drops in on these shady sinners (through the ground because of Hell's shitty infrastructure) who try to Kill him. Surprise, Angelic Steel weapons are being manufactured and they can Hurt Angels. They're still no match for Adam, so he kills them, but not without getting nicked by a few bullets, his arm injured, his wing useless, and his mask a little shattered. And then he hears a fussy crying sound and finds a baby hidden in a nearby crate. Pale with cute red cheeks and golden hair. She reminds him of someone. And she reminds him of his youngest daughter the last time he saw her... Well, she's hellborne, so he wasn't going to kill her anyway. Maybe he'll just take her home with him and he can puppy dog eyes at Sera until she let him keep her!

But he can't fly with these injuries, so he needs to go to the Embassy where he knows Lute and his girls will be waiting for him. But the Embassy is really close to Lucifer's rampage zone. What's he being so insane about anyway? And after almost becoming collateral, and Adam Yelling at him, it clicks. Those red cheeks were familiar for a reason. She must be his kid. There go his plans for bringing her with him. And here he was picking out a name and everything : / He can't bring himself to hate her or to take her away from her dad when he's obviously so upset. It's Begrudgingly that he gets Lucifer's attention to give the baby back. He's attached to her now.

A week after the Extermination, there's a meeting. To discuss the use of Angelic Weapons in hell, to find out who and how they're being made and distributed and ending that production immediately. And Lucifer can't exactly trust anyone in Pride anymore so Charlie comes to the meeting. She's happy to see the weird Kitty again. Adam is Thrilled to see her and spends a good chunk of the meeting making silly faces to make her laugh.

This becomes Normal, Charlie coming to the meetings, too young to understand anything but excited to get to see Adam. She has very clearly gotten attached to him.

Many years pass (Charlie is over 200 years old, and I assume that means super slow aging so she's developmentally 6 years old) and Adam tells Lucifer to not bring Charlie to the meeting. Lucifer agrees and leaves her with Bee in Gluttony. At the meeting, Adam is there in person, pacing and stressed. Lucifer arrives to find him in that state and Adam breaks down, begging on his knees for Lucifer to keep him in Hell. He can't go back to Heaven. They're going to make him remarry Lilith and she's probably into pegging and he doesn't want to be pegged.

Lucifer tries to wrap his mind around the fact that Lilith is in Heaven. Adam feels a little guilty but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't force Lilith to go home and stop being a deadbeat Mom. Lucifer is Mad that Adam never told him Lilith was in Heaven, he knew how much of a struggle he was having without her. Adam tries to make excuses and reverts to begging again, saying they won't let him leave Heaven again if he goes back. And that hits a cord. Lucifer's angry about the thing with Lilith, but Charlie didn't know her mother. She knew Adam though, and he doesn't want her to go through the pain of losing someone important to her. Okay, he'll help keep Adam safe in Hell so Heaven can't get to him. And by that Point, Adam was reminded that there's a chance that Heaven might come after Charlie so actually he'd be staying regardless so he can keep an Eye on Charlie and keep her safe.

Unbeknownst to Adam though, Lucifer has a secret. He'd fallen in love with him. It's 100% because of seeing how good Adam is with Charlie. Charlie is Lucifer's Everything, she is the most important thing in his life and she likes and gets along with Adam and Adam clearly cares for her and that means more than anything else could. And he's in love because of it. But he doesn't tell Adam that.

Together Adam and Lucifer raise Charlie, they're Dad/Daddy and Dadam (Adam came up with it because actually being called a nickname for father reminded him too much of the kids he didn't get to see grow up). And when Charlie gets old enough to move out on her own, Empty Nest Syndrome kicks in. But in the "we're not raising a kid together anymore, we should go our separate ways" kinda way. Because the entire time Lucifer never said anything about his feelings so they'd been Platonically co-parenting for over a century while Lucifer pined.

Charlie finds out that Adam is thinking of moving out and panics because she thinks this means her dads are getting a divorce. She never knew they weren't married. She never knew they weren't even Together. Because they sure Seemed to love each other all those years! She tries to encourage her dad to tell Adam how he feels and he does. It doesn't go well. Adam doesn't believe it, he refuses. (And it's not because he doesn't love him, Adam has loved him consistently since Eden) But he just can't accept it and decides it's Definitely better to move out. Lucifer goes into a depressive isolated episode while Adam is out there going on week long Benders to try and cope. The Sins have to get involved once Charlie reaches out, worried about both of them because Lucifer is barely responsive and Adam is dismissive. Ozzie tries to find out what's going on with Lucifer and Bee is taking care of the doped up drunken depressed mess that is Adam, she knows how to deal with drunks.

The Sins and Charlie are going to help them sort out their shit so they can actually try to be happy together the way they should have been the whole time. That's about where the conversation's ended for now. Orz this is long

Gonna @ the people who seemed interested in more info @lordxsblog @fightinsoda

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

I wish women did not feel so strongly about the fact men, on average, are physically stronger than them. I feel like women have such negative feelings about this that it drives them to ridiculousness. Listen, I get it. I get it, I get it, I get it. The fact men are stronger is frightening. It’s scary to know that if a man decided to physically attack you then you are probably fucked. The USWNT, women who have spent years honing their skills on the field, lost to teenage boys who—when compared to the women—were basically just beginning to develop their talents. I understand how demeaning that can feel to every woman who hears this fact. I can imagine how demeaning it was for the USWNT. I’m sure every woman has been in a situation, playful or threatening, where they have tested their strength against a man and lost miserably. I’ve seen videos where women hit and slapped men with genuine rage and fury and the man barely even flinched. I understand how embarrassing and scary it can be to come to terms with the strength disparity between men and women, but you simply must come to terms with it. Far too many women have taken to pretending that it's not there—this is not a good approach.

Women choose to pretend it's not there because acknowledging that it's there makes them feel inferior. I ask women to remember that this world was built with the ideals of men in mind and to cater to their specific strengths. Men value strength and violence so of course the world is going to seem like those two things are all that’s valued in it. It's no coincidence that many male heroes are physically strong/easily able to cause harm—such as Naruto or John Wick or the Avengers. Of course it feels shitty, as a woman who inhabits this world, to have to acknowledge that your biology generally prevents you from being able to have the ‘can beat anyone in a fight’ type of strength that gets constantly praised.

However, I implore women to consider that men being physically stronger than them is no more of a significant fact than women being able to give birth while men cannot. Women also have biological advantages over men but when was the last time you saw a man calling himself inferior because of them? Imagine if the world was built with female advantages in mind. Imagine a world where the ability to give birth was seen as some sort of pinnacle of human worth. I mean, the ability to give birth is crazy. You are literally creating a whole new life. The female body is capable of providing the necessary tools to bring about a whole new person. Every brain that has thought of something life changing and every hand that has built something new was brought into existence by a woman’s reproductive system. Every single person that has ever so much as breathed was brought to life by a woman, but men never think women are superior for this fact.

Oh, but women couldn’t get pregnant without men, right? No. IVF exists. But even without it, the correct thing to say would be that women cannot get pregnant without sperm. A woman can get artificially inseminated. She never has to go out and find a man to have sex with. Is that not an advantage? Because, I mean, what can a man do if he wants to have a child but no woman is willing to give him one? Hire a surrogate? That comes with a list of complications, is far more intimate than artificial insemination, and is incredibly expensive. How is that not a disadvantage of being male? You may be thinking that you, as a woman, never want to become pregnant, but that is not the point!  The point is that it's arbitrary to look at biological advantages as anything other than completely neutral.

Women also survive famine better and live longer than men. Imagine a world where women held this over men’s heads? But we don’t live in that world. In this world, I’m certain a man would say that they die sooner because of being braver, taking more risks, and doing dangerous jobs. However, if it were women putting themselves in danger and dying as a result, men would not be quick to call us brave; they'd call us the opposite. Idiotic. Foolhardy. Too stupid to take the necessary precautions to keep ourselves alive.

It is just so painful to see women lamenting over the physical disparity between men and women. Let it go. Consider being neutral on the subject of biological advantage. Consider that male strength isn't something to pretend doesn't exist and isn’t something that proves women are inferior.

I understand that acknowledging vulnerability is against the survival Instinct—I get it—but come on. How can we let this get to a point where we’re saying it’s okay for males to enter female sports and beat the absolute crap out of/wipe the floor with women? Them being stronger is neutral! It does not mean anything! But it’s fact. Pretending it’s not only serves to put women in a losing position. Pretending it’s not only serves to make women into a laughing stock. Men will gladly collect medals that belong to women—they’ve been doing that forever. If there was no reason for male and female leagues then there wouldn’t be any. You cannot deny your way into something being true. I also wish it were true that the average woman was evenly matched against the average man, but it’s simply not reality. In the same way that it’s not reality that the average woman is taller than the average man.

I am begging women to think neutrally about this topic instead of being in such deep turmoil over it that they open the door for men to walk all over us.

[grlsinterrupted]

i hope your requests are open again but if not im so sorry!! but i was wondering if u could do a dallas winston x fem!reader where reader is having problems at home (her parents being shitty yk?) and she is just having a really bad day and shes on the verge of a break down but then dallas calls and says he needs bail but she cant bring herself to be angry or else she’ll finally break so she just agrees and goes to get him but he senses somethings wrong and tries to get her to talk to him and basically just a really really really soft dallas

sorry if thats too much😭❤️

but tysm i luv ur work🫶🏼

love is a gentle thing, your’s is thicker than a velvet ring ࿔*:･ﾟ

you’ve reached your breaking point | dallas winston x fem ! reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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it’s insane how much a piece of paper dictates what you can do, what you can’t do, who you can talk to— your entire life, really. though it holds no monetary value, your report card has always seemed to define your self worth, and better yet, served as a constant reminder that you’ll never truly satisfy your parents. no matter how many hours you spent slaving away on your assignments, fighting back the urge to fall asleep right on your desk, your dedication will never be enough.

a thick silence fills the room, the only sound coming from the faint chirping of crickets and the rhythm of your rugged breathing. you’re seated on the corner of your bed, your hands shaking as you grapple onto the edges of your report card. the paper is crinkled, stained with tears and remnants of your mascara smeared across the letter ‘b+.’ the memory of your mother lecturing you about your grades replays in your head like a song you want to unhear. one single letter was enough to spiral you into a loop of madness. suddenly, the silence is broken by a ringing phone. you flinch, reaching over your nightstand to answer it.

you clear your throat, sniffling. “hello?”

a familiar voice huffs out a chuckle behind the phone. it didn’t take you long to realize that this accented tone belonged to none other than your boyfriend, dallas. “hey, doll. y’know how the fuzz are, they’ve been on my ass all week.”

“dal? are you seriously calling me from jail?” your voice is shaky as you bite back your tears, the report card’s weight heavy on your lap. despite how desperately you needed to cry, right now wasn’t the time. you’ve gathered all the composure remaining in you to deal with dallas’ reckless behavior.

“listen, i’m g’na need a couple bucks for bail. you’d do that for me, wouldn’t ya?”

all you can do is sigh. of course he’d called you for bail. even though you wanted to blow up at him over the phone and tell him to pay for his own bail, you couldn’t bring yourself to be angry at him. you were just as troubled as he was, if not, worse— the only difference being that you prioritized your future more than he ever would.

“sure, whatever. i’ll just- i’ll drive there right now. don’t do anything while i’m gone.”

dallas grazes his bloody knuckles against his a bruise on his cheekbone, wincing. somehow, he’d gotten into a fight with a soc while he was walking to buck’s place. granted that you’ve been silent the entire time, he could sense something was wrong with you— the way your eyes have lost that little sparkle in them, the way your head tilted downwards as the two of you walked out of the police station, and most of all, the fact that you didn’t even hug him once he was released.

despite the amount of times dallas has tried to reisist your post-jail hugs, they’re all he looks forward to while he’s stuck in his cell. your hugs blanket him with a sense of security— the kind of security he’s never had. without that subtle gesture, he felt as though a part of him was missing.

“you’ve been awfully quiet.” dallas mutters under his breath, looking down at you.

you shrug, shaking your head. “i never noticed.”

“yeah, but ya know what i notice?” he pockets his hands. “sum’s wrong with ya.”

you can feel your throat begin to close up as you reply. “nothing’s wrong, dal,” your voice begins to tremble as you tell yourself, do not cry in front of your boyfriend. “let’s just go home, now. i’m tired.”

“are ya mad at me for getting into a fight?” he raises a brow, nudging you with his shoulder. “‘cause if you are, he came onto me first.”

something in you snaps, emotions overflowing like a dam bursting. the stray tear that you’ve been fighting to hold back runs down your cheek. you’ve finally reached your limit. “i’m not mad at you for that! well- i am, but i’m just.. i’m stressed, okay?! everyone is stressing me out!”

dallas goes silent for a second, just watching you shatter in front of him. once he replies, his voice immediately softens. “y’know you can talk to me about anythin’, right?”

you gulp, wiping away the tear as you nod.

dallas runs a hand through his hair, biting the inside of his lip almost as if he’s hesitant to say something. he then begins to speak up.

“you forgot somethin’.”

he pulls you into a warm embrace, brushing his fingers through the strands of your hair as you cry into his arms. this time, the hug is offering you that sense of security that dallas yearns for. you’re finally safe in his arms, safe from all of the expectations set on you.

‘love is a gentle thing, your’s is thicker than a velvet ring ..’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

-

[stanfordswifey]

"I'll be here for you, my love"

Ford Pines x reader

You've been in the hospital for 5 years straight, your cancer developing and spreading. The tumor you had ignored had now developed and evolved, spreading to your organs, causing your stage 1 liver tumor to evolve into stage 4 metastasis.

Just yesterday the doctor walked into your room quietly, it was unusual. She had some news to break to you. "I'm afraid you only have a couple more days left. I've told you this before but its any time now, i'm sorry." You smiled at her, noticing the tear falling down her cheek and frown mentally, keeping a fake strong facade. "It's not your fault. I'm glad you tried your.best and never gavs up on me." Your hand curls into a ball under the sheet, doing your best to sray strong. The doctor left soon after, leaving you alone in the room with only your thoughts, your brain wandered 'will i tell ford?' 'Will he be okay?' 'I hope he's going to be fine without me'

You stared mindlessly at the ceiling, thoughts and memories rolling around in your mind like a film for a movie, you curse at the solidarity of your life, eventually falling asleep. You felt pathetic, worthless even, knowing that your husband too busy to even worry about you.

(You eventually fall asleep and wake up the next day)

It was another dreary day at the hospital, the sight of white boring walls and minimalistic decor making you lose your sanity by the minute, not having anything to suppress the agonizing pain you felt in your body.

-ford's pov-

"It has been a while since I last visited them at the hospital"

He murmurs, to no one but himself.

You've been gone for so long, off he visited you time to time, but ultimately focusing on the portal more and more to distract himself from worrying about you too much.

As he was working on his portal, his phone suddenly rang, causing him to jump at the sudden sound, rolling his eyes as he pushes himself away from the table (yk those chairs w wheels he basically just rolled over to the phone LMAO).

He accepts the call, ruffling his hair in frustration.

"Ford Pines here, who is this?"

"Ah, sorry, I'm doctor may here, what is your relationship to (reader)?"

He hums, fidgeting with a machine part with his fingers

"I'm their fiancé, what's wrong?"

The doctor clears her throat on the other line,

"I'm sorry to tell you, their tumor has started to spread to numerous other organs, I fear they don't have much time left.."

Ford feels his stomach drop, his hand loosening.

".."

"I suggest you get them out of the hospital and just spend time together, I'm afraid there isn't much we can do now. It's best to spend time while they're still here"

"..I see, thank you doctor."

The call ended, he immediately drops his phone and covers his face with his hands, tears falling down. They really couldn't do anything now. He didn't know what to do.

That night he spent his time sobbing, thinking of ways to help you, looking for a cure, a remedy, anything to help you, he failed miserably.

After a couple hours of thinking it over and breaking down he decided to pick you up from the hospital and spend time together, if you couldn't be there for the entirety of his life, atleast he'd be there for yours.

A/N

Hi hi!! This was shitty! I havent written anything for a while T~T please do send me some ideas/requests or if I did anything wrong plz do comment it down, also English isn't my first language so It's not perfect, this will be like 2 or 3 parts? I dont know yet but I will update :33 thank you again for reading <33

[steveharrington]

have you ever thought about how tommy steve and carol became friends? do you think it was like since they were all babies or like they knew each other peripherally but only became close during middle school or something? i love anything that involves tommy and carol and i wish they would show up in the last season somehow

my little made up history for them is that steve and tommy have been friends literally since like. pre-k mostly because their moms knew each other from like mommy groups in the community and set up play dates. i know it’s easy to make steve’s parents into these 2-D evil caricatures but i do think often about steve’s mom being stuck in this loveless marriage that makes her more and more paranoid about her loser husband being unfaithful….im sure before that she tried to make hawkins work…i think she was good friends with tommy’s mom and they spent a lot of time together which is how we get the steve-tommy dynamic in season one where they almost seem like brothers. steve smacking him and rolling his eyes when tommy says something shitty but still continuing the conversation as normal and hanging out with him the same as always, almost as if he feels like tommy is just a permanent fixture in his life and his cruelty is just a part of the deal

i think carol moved to hawkins a little later in middle school and as soon as she stepped in the doors a little censor went off in her head that guided her to tommy immediately because their genetic bitchiness is a 100% match. i think steve adopted carol in and essentially also sees her as a little sister (forever thinking about the Choice in s1 of showing us steve giving carol his applesauce and meatloaf off his own plate….) and overall i think that’s how steve rationalizes their behavior in his brain. he’s like “well… yeah maybe they shouldn’t have said that….but what can i do, they’re like family! that’s just the way they are! what am i gonna do, cut them off?? it’s tommy and carol!”

to me that’s more compelling than steve just sticking with tommy and carol for Status. that doesn’t really make sense because it’s not like we see the three of them flanked by their peers at lunch, or inviting masses of people to their party. i don’t think carol and tommy are particularly popular and that steve clings to them because They as people determine his social ranking, but more because they’ve been his best friends for so long that he just can’t really fathom existing without them. maybe he parties a lot and has a lot of girlfriends and is a star athlete or whatever, but when steve invites people over on a tuesday night, he only invites tommy and carol (and later nancy and barb). they’re his only Friends, clearly, who mean anything to him. so as they get older and tommy and carol get crueler and sharper and more prone to escalate situations, steve just kinda averts his eyes to avoid this cataclysmic break up between the three of them

tommy and carol so endlessly fascinate me. in such a short time we learn so much about the depth of their history with steve, the way they feel comfortable joking and laughing about his parents relationship (in a way that to me almost feels like siblings laughing at the antics of their shared parental unit), the way they seem determined to kinda press on the wound of steve’s insecurity about cheating and infidelity until he freaks the fuck out on nancy and jonathan. there’s like a possessiveness that they seem to feel when steve actually starts to form a close bond with nancy that is so interesting…. ugh i could yap about them forever. they are such an important part of the tapestry of steve’s life……and chester rushing said tommy is in gay love with steve ❤️

[tremsing82]

Elain and Lucien

Most of the anti-Elucien argument is based on the fact that the reader and Elain knows going into this relationship that Lucien and Elain/her are mates and people claim this takes away Elain’s right to choose who she loves.

Yet Feyre and Nesta had no clue Rhys and Cassian where their mates (even though the males knew) don’t get this same argument and that based on the fact that the readers had no clue or it was small inclinations that they were mates. But if Rhys had told Feyre at the end of ACOTAR as she leave the bed she was sleeping with Tamlin in, who she just spent 3 months of torture rescuing, that they are mates, the fandom would have hated Rhys for stealing Feyre away for taking away her freedom of choosing who she loves. But no we spend almost an entire book watching Rhys flirt with Feyre knowing who she is to him and her semi aggressively flirting back, and the reader got to watch Feyre change her feelings about this male and decide the male she formerly loved was an asshole and we all rejoice in excitement when the Suriel told Feyre Rhys is her mate and Rhys confirmed it. No one was pissed. No one was yelling that Feyre should reject the bond or refuse to hand Rhys the food at the end of his monologue. No everyone was happy to know that Rhys and Feyre were destined Mates.

Everyone was sitting on edge as Nesta avoided and argued with Cassian. Everyone was moaning as she entered one of the hottest “sex without expectations”relationships in the series. Everyone was crying as she started wishing Cassian would stay the night in her bed holding her. And everyone excitedly screamed when she and Cassian had that winter solstice night when she unconsciously accepted the mate bond with Cassian and then at the end when she handed him the cracker we all laughed in happiness.

But with Elain and Lucien the readers are suppose to just accept that it is a shitty bond. That it’s not meant to be. That Elain has had her choice to choose who she loves be taken away from her. That she will be happier with a rejected bond when her 2 sister’s bonds prove that the Mother or Fate chose right for them. It just makes no sense.

I mean if anything Lucien is being the best male love interest yet. He knows he has a mate bond. His mate knows they have a mate bond. And he is giving his mate space to figure out her thoughts and feelings about not just this but also about how changed her entire life has become. Rhys and Cassian never gave Feyre and Nesta anywhere close to this same amount of space of time. I mean yes Rhys claims he was never gonna enforcing the bargain with Feyre, that he accepted if she truly loved someone else, but once Feyre was in his court “permanently” and undecided about her feelings about Tamlin he almost never left her side. And yet somehow Lucien is the bad mate, the wrong mate for Elain.

I truly just don’t understand the argument on Elain and Lucien’s Mate Bond being such a negative thing when we have 2 other instances of good and happy bond mates in the story. Elain wasn’t bonded to Beron or the King of Hybern, it’s Lucien people!!!!! Lucien who is one of the best males in all of Prythian. Lucien who is probably the most unproblematic person in all of Prythian, is Elain’s mate. This is not a bad bond. It’s not a “Bond Picked Poorly” situation. Hell for how strongly the bond snapped in place for Lucien and Elain I would even say it’s possible they are “true-paired souls” similar to what Rhys claims he and Feyre are.

[rose-n-gunses]

Okay so there's all the headcanons and AUs about Chrissy lives and helps the party clear Eddie's name but what if they failed. She's alive but he gets arrested anyway.

There's zero proof that he did anything (because he didn't) but in a small town in the middle of nowhere, confirmation bias has gotten the best of them. Eddie's lawyers are doing their best but there's only so much they can do against Jason's family and Fred's family and Patrick's family and all of their lawyers, not to mention the fact that the entire town has turned against him except for Hellfire, the Party, his uncle, and Chrissy.

The trial's a shit show, the judge is an asshole, the prosecution are assholes, the population of Hawkins are fucking assholes. And he loses. Of course he does, because there was never any other way this could have gone. Not when the real suspect is an interdimensional mind demon thing. Not when the entire town has been itching for an excuse to see him locked up. It's like blinders on a racehorse; they had him in their sights, finally, and he has no way out.

Chrissy had spent enough time in Hawkins' "high society" to know that these people fear and abhor that which they do not understand. They couldn't understand him, she could see that now. She watched them tear through his room, his car, his family, his history, his entire life, only to come up empty but still point at him and say "he did it" anyway.

It makes her furious. She wants to tear the limbs off of everyone in that courtroom, but she can't. So she does the next best thing.

She goes to law school.

She'd never really had the best grades, but now she has something to work for. It takes some time, but she never stops advocating, never stops fighting. Nancy's a big help, too. She's a journalist, she's got contacts in the industry that are helping to get the word out.

She writes him letters the whole time, too. By the time she graduates, damn near at the top of her class, she's realized that while she started this thing because of that deep-rooted sense of injustice that came out of watching the boy who saved her life get torn to shreds on the stand, it's turned into something else. Now she's fighting for him because she loves him (and maybe she had all along).

Eventually they get enough support from enough people, from enough big names (fucking Metallica, for one -- she couldn't tell them exactly how Eddie used their music to save her life, only that he did) that he's granted a new trial. This time, he doesn't get a shitty state-appointed attorney. He gets Chrissy fucking Cunningham, and she's not going down without a fight. (She feels it's the least she can do. She loves him, she owes him, she still feels like it's her fault, in a way.)

It's a long and gruelling process, appeals and analysis and arguments. She calls a probably record-setting number of character witnesses, brings the Party in to provide an alibi. (They all remember that week down to the last detail, even after all these years. Scars might fade but those memories don't.)

She's determined to beat this thing. She can tell that it's almost beaten Eddie, she knows that if they lose again he's going to give up, and she's not going to let that happen.

Finally they make it to trial and it's nowhere near as cinematic or dramatic as she had been imagining it for the last few years. It's the same agonizing slowness as the first time around, only this time there's hope. A glimmer of hope, a flash of hope, a blinding fucking beam of hope.

The place is packed this time, too, but it's mostly people there in support. Eddie nearly falls out of his chair when he sees James Hetfield sitting there. For him.

Chrissy finally gets to tear apart everyone that had been in that courtroom, only she gets to do it the way she's always done it best: with her words. She's got the odds stacked against Hawkins. They had no investigation, no evidence, just a hunch. They couldn't figure it out, couldn't explain it, so they called it a cult killing and found somebody weird!

The jury is appalled, thankfully. How could anyone possibly get convicted on such little evidence? The verdict is a unanimous not guilty, and then...it's all over.

Well, it's not over.

Eddie's released, he's reunited with his Hellfire, the Party, his uncle. Chrissy.

He loves her, too. Always has. How could he not, after all she'd done for him? He tells her he wants to marry her as soon as she'll let him and she says that he could've asked any time in the last however many years and she would have said yes in a heartbeat.

But first, she leads him away from the chaos for a moment of quiet. He thanks her and she shakes her head. She'd done it all for him the same way he'd stood on top of his trailer with his guitar.

And she tells him that. She'd been telling him for years, even if he couldn't hear it. She'd said it when she graduated high school, graduated college, passed her LSATS. She'd said it when she passed the bar and walked at her law school graduation and right before she walked into the courtroom. She says it again now, just so he knows she means it, because he'd meant it and he means everything to her.

Eddie, this is for you.

[totallyveryallosexual]

I see a lot of people say that people self diagnose neurodivergence because it's "quirky" or cool or something, which shows a lack of understanding of self diagnosis that I would like to correct.

1. I personally do not think I have autism because I "saw a tiktok and related to it". I think I have autism because I fulfill the diagnostic criteria that I have looked into extensively. I have sensory difficulties. I get overwhelmed by sound, and light, and the wrong fucking texture un my clothes or food. I was made fun of my entire childhood for "taking things too seriously", and I took what people said at face value, because I took things far too literally. I spent my entire childhood figuring out how to act normal, how to say the right thing at the right time so I wouldn't be made fun of or excluded. I am extremely comforted by various types of stimming, but was punished as a child for anything considered fidgety or abnormal. I love biology, and can infodump to you about genetics (special interest) for hours. This is an interest that can be considered abnormal, and it has consumed most of my available brain space for many years. Also, every single autistic person I've ever met has clocked me in about five seconds and immediately told me I have autism. The truth is, people don't self-diagnose themselves with a highly stigmatized disorder unless it is seriously impacting their lives.

2. Autism, especially in girls and bipoc, is often missed. If they can learn to mask it, it doesn't get diagnosed. I got straight A's all throughout high school, and I had teachers tell me that they thought I had autism, but that it was probably fine because it didn't impact my academics or my life. Spoiler alert: it did! People think that when a seemingly functional person claims to have autism, they are hopping on a trend, but most of the time, they are suffering. I was depressed and sometimes suicidal before I figured out I had autism. I got called a psychopath for things that should have been recognized as symptoms of autism, and a lot of the time I believed it because I didn't have any other words for myself. Our society is shitty and if you aren't a little cis white boy, it's much harder to get diagnosed.

3. Diagnosis is expensive, and hard to access! A lot of people don't realize that it's a privilege! It costs a lot of money to get diagnosed, money that not everyone can afford. It's also hard to get a diagnosis because of social stigma, especially if you figure out you have some form of neurodivergence under the age of 18. I'm a month shy of being a legal adult, and I know that while I'm working towards it, it will be a while before I can get properly tested and diagnosed. My mother, who would scream if she ever saw me wearing noise cancelling headphones in public, is not going to help me get a diagnosis. My mother, who has thrown what can practically be considered temper tantrums over me stimming (literally just tapping my fingers against each other) is not going to help me get a diagnosis. The children of parents who aren't ready to give up their image of a perfect child and think autism can be wished away don't have the same access to diagnosis as the children of parents who are willing to work with them and contribute financially, and neither does any adult who has gotten through life alright but struggles financially because They Have A Disability!!!

In conclusion, don't shame people who diagnosed themselves. I absolutely think the end goal should always be to work toward a professional diagnosis, but that isn't always feasible for people, and we can't sit around slowly drowning in the meantime. If you are worried about self diagnosed people taking away resources: guess what, there are no resources!

Self-diagnosis shouldn't be quick. It comes after a long time spent diving through symptoms and diagnostic criteria. But it gives people without access to diagnosis the ability to nonetheless understand themselves better. For me, it means being able to say "I'm overstimulated, I'm going to find a quiet place" instead of sitting and suffering. It means being able to say "I'm going to sit on the floor instead of my desk, because that grounds me and stops me from spiralling". It means stimming when I'm overwhelmed, and stopping when I need to, all without shaming myself or thinking of myself as lesser for not being able to do things I was told I should be able to.

[fictionalslvr]

SYNOPSIS: You decided to spent your deserved vacation on a village on the coast of Italy, but you didn't expected to fall in love with the lodge owner son.

PAIRING: Italian¡Leon x older F¡Reader

WORD COUNT: 6.019k

WARNINGS: Age gap of 9 years (Reader is 31 and Leon is 22), older reader. Poorly translated italian, fluffy, romance, shy¡Leon, son of a lodge owner¡Leon. Suggestive, suggestion of jerking off, description of arousal ect

NOTES: i spent one week on this one, actually smashing my head to write all that i wanted. And it's not everything yet, so if you guys like, i may do a second part.

I live in a city builded with Italians, so there's a lot of the Italian culture around here, there's some things that i can assure that is true, but i do NOT speak Italian, i only know a few words and things about the cultures with the descendants i talked with.

Highly inspired by this bot right here || There's a playlist that's not mine who's very good with the vibes of this fic, so listen to it while reading if you like.

You needed a rest. Not only mentally, but physically too. Months after months of hard work made your whole body sore, your wrists were a tad red and irritated because of the paperwork you do all day at your job. Sitting down all day wasn’t helping your stance too, you felt like an old lady everytime you’re home, grumbling about pain all over your back, but couldn’t do anything to ease it. For days now, you felt like a deadpan, nothing could cheer up your mood, not even going out with some friend to relieve the stress. In fact, when you tried to do that, you slept on the table of the bar you came with your friends, after a few sips on a beer. The dizziness spoke louder than your conscious, and without noticing, your elbows were hiding your face as you snored softly. Your friends, Jill and Claire, had to carry you back to your house. Not even a bit of enjoyment from your part in that day. Thank goodness you had your friends around to take care of you, your mood was shitty these days, and even with that, they tried to light it up. At least, they tried, and you’re happy to see that the two girls truly care about you.

Even now, you can’t escape your job, you’re talking about that miserable thing that was burying you deeply into a bad state of grumpiness with Jill, late at night laying in your bed with your short pajamas, even when you know that you need to wake up early next morning. All tucked in your blankets because the cold came without a warning a few days ago into your town, it was making you shiver, and you never missed the sun so badly. It’s like your job is the cause of everything that’s falling apart in your life, and even if it truly is, you can’t stop making your life circle around this, not when you spend so much time there. With your phone in hands, you groaned about your work for her, receiving a answer next;

“You need to take some vacation.” Her voice mumbled to you, all you could hear was the water flowing from her sink as she was doing her night routine of skincare that she often does.

“First of all, to where? Second of all..when? And third of all…why?”

“You have to decide this. But I think that a vacation would be great for you.”

“You’re telling me like…going alone?”

“Yeah, some time for yourself, maybe you’re needing this and don't even know.” Jill shrugs, her face almost glued to her phone on her shoulders. She always has that monotone tone of voice in most of the things she says, even if she worries about you and doesn't explicitly say it.

“I can…I can try to figure this out.”

“Think of it, it will be just fine, no worries. I actually thought about a place you could go.” You shift in your bed, your back against the headboard as you whine in pain. “Where?”

“Italy. I heard about a little village on the coast that has gorgeous things to see there.”

“Italy? Hm, I don't know, Jill. It’s pretty far.”

“Search about Atrani, it will make up your mind.” You heard a sound of Jill munching on something, probably her protein bars that she absolutely loves. Her voice becomes muffled, and you can already visualize her cheeks full as she eats.

“Atrani? Yeah, I'll at least search about it.” She hummed happily with your reply. “That’s good, do something for yourself.”

“I will, thank you for the recommendation.” She only giggled on the other side of the phone.You hear as she stops munching, with her tone more low.

“Don’t mention it. Girl, I’ll have to go now, see ya and take care.”

“See you!” The phone vibrates with a soft beep. Jill is certainly the mother of the group, making sure that everyone was safe and good. She’s the type that advises you and Claire of the cold, remembering to carry a coat, and if not, she always has some meds for anything in her bag. That took a soft chuckle out of you, knowing that she will always care for you and Claire. And you exhale softly when the silence consumes you, alone in your bedroom again.

The idea was not bad, actually. But you’re not the type that go on trips often, and in fact, you never did one alone. The fear of everything going wrong was eating you up. But you decided to at least give it a try. Taking up Jill’s recommendation, you searched up for the place, it was absolutely breath-taking, you could already imagine yourself there, on the sea with a pretty bikini, just enjoying a new culture and everything Italy could offer to you. You heard about Italian cooking, that a lot of people talked about, seems like that rich country was ready to take you in and show their deepest graceful things. Happily, you knew a tad of Italian, this could really help on the trip, and if you needed, there is a translator for you to use for free on the internet. Nothing could go wrong, only if a curse was put into you or something like that. Or you hoped that everything would go as planned.

That night, you slept like a baby, fantasizing about this trip and growing more and more excited. That happiness about a trip you didn’t even started to plan yet. By the morning, your ears were welcomed not so happily as your dreams, by your loud ringtone, awakening you from that dreamland you were in. With a distressing pain in your back, you got up, whining around the house while slowly getting back to your harsh reality. You really thought about that vacation, and your irritated body ached for your paradise to come true. But first, you needed to ask your boss for a lay-off, with at least two months so you could really enjoy every single bit. While getting ready for the job, you spent long minutes thinking about how you could ask your boss for some vacation so easily.

Walking on the hallways, your high heels clicked on the floor, damn this company for forcing the women to use a high heel, this could only make your heels sore and you would probably get worse with the time passing by. The tight black pencil skirts around your thighs were bothering you as well, you could feel one thigh against each other, making it difficult to walk properly. You sigh, letting your head fall in front of you as you knock on your boss's office, his deep voice answering immediately for you to come in.

You were not dumb, you knew how much of a good employee you were, there is no reason for him not to give you the privilege of a vacation, and if he didn't do so…you would resign yourself and worry about that after the vacation. Thank you that you know how to manage your money, always having an emergency fund if that’s needed.

“Sir, I need to ask you something.” You opened the door while mumbling, stepping inside and already going straight to the point. You saw your boss sitting on his chair, an expensive suit around his body and a tie not well tied, as if he doesn’t know how to do it alone. Even for a boss, sometimes he could be just a pathetic old man.

“You can ask me anything, you know this.” He replied, his eyes facing yours, his elbows on the table and his fingers crossed. Another thing that was facing you was his hairless head shining under the white light.

“I was thinking about getting a lay-off, for…some two months at least.”

“Uhm…i understand your situation.” He lays back on his chair, with a sigh, “You’re not the first to ask this in this company. But that’s okay, I'll make it up to you, only because you deserve it.”

Great, you’re not the only one exhausted with your job, and happily, he understood your need. The corners of your lips curl up into a smile, a sincere one, you thanked him, almost eagerly. And you were jumping happily back at home at the end of your shift, people thinking you were crazy on your way back. That night, you couldn’t sleep so early, since you spent the whole night planning the vacation, every little detail was important to avoid bad situations. The whole night, you had only the bright light of your phone lighting up your bedroom. You started to note some things, making some calculations on how much money you would need, how much time you were going to spend, and most of all, you noticed that you needed a place to stay there. You started to search for one who’s close to the places you want to visit. Not too late after, you found a perfect lodge, one called ‘S.K’ for some reason. It had everything you needed and more, even a spa for relaxing the pains all over your body. Most of all, it was a delightful place from the photos you saw. Space was not a problem you were going to have there too.

Without a time to think, you made a reservation, bought your tickets and made sure to fit all on a schedule. You spend the whole night doing this, making sure that would go just fine.

The next day, you told Claire and Jill, who was even more excited than you for this deserved rest you’re going to get. The two vibrated with the news and you three were dreaming about it, imagining everything that could happen there.

When you came into Italy, even the air felt different, a good sensation forming on your chest as you could finally rest a little bit. The flight was good enough for you to sleep almost all the way there, and finally hearing the pilot with that bad radio saying “Passengers, we’re finally on italian lands” gave you chills, in a good way. The flight was okay and nothing to worry about until now. The temperature there was pretty different from your city when you left. It was warm, with a pleasant cool breeze lifting your hair up and making you feel like those silly foreigners laughing and taking pictures of everything they see.

Your humor lights up slowly as you take an uber to the lodge you made a reservation for. You noticed a lot of orchards around the city, and a big crystal clear sea next to the lodge where you're going to spend your vacations. There were a lot of kids on the streets, running with their hair free to nature, it made you giggle at the sight of the car window. The smell here is way different too, some places smell like fruits, others smell like great food, you could hear your stomach rumble in wanting that home made cooking, made from the "nonne's" (grandmas) of the village. Surely, the food is going to be the first thing you’re searching for here.

When you came to your destination, a pleasant building made your eyes shine. ‘S.K’ were written on top of it, a gold material around the circled logo, the pedestrians going in and out showed how popular the place was, the whole place was involved with brown colors that gave you a cozy feeling when you looked at it. Just as the photos you saw, everything looked like a dream coming true. You opened the car door, gave the money to the driver and stepped out to feel some eyes towards you, was it obvious that you’re a foreign? Maybe it's the way you stare at the entrance that makes it obvious, you're standing there for a few minutes now, just shocked by that charming lodge.

The big doors opened with your hand, almost felt like a tight hug when you felt the bliss of the place. Some flowers on the corners made the air easier to breathe, and you had bug eyes looking everywhere to catch the details. You noticed a few old family photos, even some in black and white or in an orange tone, it seems like this lodge is more old than you thought. With the bag in hand, you made your way to the counter, finding a cute old couple smiling and waving at you. You cleared your throat, trying your best at speaking Italian, hoping it would go as you rehearsed.

—"Buon pomeriggio, ho prenotato qui qualche giorno fa"

*(Good afternoon, I made my reservation here a few days ago)

—"Oh certo. Come ti chiami, signorina?" First, the old lady spoke, her voice being a good way to welcome you. It even lightened up your mood even more.

*(Oh, sure. What's your name, miss?)

After all the pleasantries and information you needed to say, the old man smiled at you, handing a pair of keys into your hands when everything was done. You only needed the translator's help a few times, it was an improvement.

—"C'è qualcuno che parla inglese qui per aiutarmi?" You mumbled embarrassed, scratching your nape. The old man nodded, with a bright smile.

*(Is there someone who speaks English here to help me?)

—"Mio figlio" He then called someone out, someone who came dashing, you heard rushed footsteps on the hallways when a young boy made his way at you and his family, his forehead a bit sweaty and his big puppy eyes catching into yours.

*(My son)

When you thought about Italy, you didn’t expect this, not an attractive son of the lodge owner, no. He lifted his face to meet yours, his hands resting on his knees because of the running he came in. He adjusts his stance in a silly way, making his chest come first than his legs on his walk.

—"La signora ha bisogno di aiuto con la lingua." You couldn't quite understand what the woman said, but she pointed at you, your cheeks turning crimson as you couldn’t take your eyes off of that boy.

The young man nodded with his head, his lips turning into a thin line with the same embarrassment as you. He had a hard time describing blonde, it's a dark one but it has blonde nonetheless. His nose shape was the same as the woman on the counter, which you assumed to be his mother. His cheeks were plumped, which made him look so innocent and cute that you felt your heart almost exploding. He was a show of cute features, those cat-like baby blue eyes looking at you like you were something extraordinary to him. That’s when you hear his voice for the first time, the honey tone he carries as he fidgets with his fingers.

—"I can help you. You're not from Italy, right?"

—"Oof, thank goodness!" You let a heavy exhale escape, the hand with the keys pressing against your chest to show your relief. And he noticed the movement, looking at it before gulping down loudly. —"I'm not from here, yeah. Can you help me out?"

—”O-Of course, what do you need, ma’am?”

Most of all, he had that slight Italian accent while speaking English, which you didn’t mind, because the way he’s trying his best makes your heart flutter, even if he rolls his ‘r’s’ a lot more, you find this endearing about this young man. He even had the respect of calling you “ma’am”, maybe because you seem older than him, or just because he’s a gentleman. His parents looked confused as you two started to talk in another language, but with a shrug, they said a warm ‘welcome’ to you. The man looked at the young boy, giving a look that tells him something, almost scolding him for something, he straightens up before saying his name to you.

—”Sorry, my name is Leon, by the way. Leon S. Kennedy.” He offered his hand to a soft handshake, that you didn’t see why not. And quickly, you understood why the lodge is called ‘S.K’. When you told him your name, he smiled with that appealing face of his. —”Let me help you with the bags.”

Without any chance to reply, he takes the heavy bag from your hands, carrying it as if it had feathers on it. You giggled with that, he’s just trying to help, but looks adorable nonetheless.

—”Thank you, can you show me where the 215 room are?”

—”Sure, just follow me ma'am.” You could swear that you would never get tired of listening to his voice, or see his boyish acts and manners.

Remembering what Jill said, your face lights up; “Italy. I heard about a little village on the coast that has gorgeous things to see there.” You had to agree now that you know Leon. You’re known for falling in love easily, so telling this to Jill and Claire would not be a surprise. But you’re not in love with the lodge owner's son in a small village of Italy, you just think he’s lovely, just that. While following him, you noticed that even if you’re older than him, he’s taller than you. Using a tight shirt and baggy jeans, you walked behind him. He's not a toned boy, but his chubby cheeks and soft tummy underneath that shirt only made him more enchanting to you.

—”So…what brings you to this small town?” His voice drags you out of the staring season, you were trying to catch a good amount of details of him, when you were caught. Jolting a bit with his sudden breathy voice, you had a hard time to stop looking at him from behind.

—”Vacation, I was needing this. I felt like an old woman in pain all day’s.” Leon chuckles, walking to the hallways and looking around, with your bag in his hands.

—”Well, you don’t seem old.”

—”I’m thirty one, do I still not look old?” You could hear Leon gasp, almost choking with his own saliva and you wanted to see his face at this moment when he sounded so surprised like this.

—”Wow, your appearance really doesn't make you look like thirty one.”

—”I guess this is good, then.”

—”Very good, ma’am. On the other hand, some people always say that I look too young for my age.” He sighs, shoulders falling for a moment. —”I’m twenty two, do I look younger?”

Leon stops on his way, making you stump on his back before you look him in the face, he turns to look at you. Your bag in hands, a pout on his lips and eyes that carries agony on it. He wanted you to answer.

—”You look…young, yeah. But I thought that you were this age or more, not less.”

—”Great! Because some people keep seeing me as a boy…especially my mamma…” Leon grumbles, whispering the last part as he continues to walk to the room you’re going to stay for two whole months here. Somehow, he felt comfortable enough around you to say that.

—”I cannot relate, but it must be hard.” You made your best to hold a silly chuckle, starting to follow him through the place again after some seconds frozen. His back was turned to you once again. —”And it is! But someone like you doesn’t have this kind of problem.”

Walking behind him, you catched some other things about him, mostly, that he has two moles on the right side of his neck that look like some vampire bit him. And the way his lips were plump and red and he kept biting them —may be a nervous tick he has.—

—”Someone like me?” He stops in front of a door, 215 on the front with a golden adorn on it. He gulps down and changes the subject.

—”W-Well, this is your room, ma’am.”

—”Thank you for the help, Leon. You saved my life.” Leon gave you your bag, biting his lips again and making them more swallow and dry than before. You get the keys and open the door, with a giggle.

—”It was nothing, if you need something, you can always call me.” Noticing his eyes piercing yours, he avoids your eyes when you catch him staring. Before answering, you couldn't hold back a silly giggle, enchanted by that young man.

—”I’ll sure do.”

—”I hope you enjoy your stay here, ma’am.”

—”I know I will.” Sounding way more flirty than you expected, you give him a harmless wink. Not so harmless because it makes Leon keep his eyes on you for a craving attempt to show something. Clearing his throat, he waves his hand at you before turning his back at you, reluctantly. When you did the same, he looked over his shoulder, just to see you one last time before you go inside your room.

You truly are something extraordinary to him, he did not expect to meet someone like you, an older foreign who took his mind at the first glare. You were way more than pretty for your age, looked young and had a voice that made his knees weak. Sure, he’s not in love with you, he’s just thinking you’re a graceful woman. Otherwise, if his father knows that a feeling might be growing on his chest for a client, he might get punished for that, even if he’s not a little boy anymore. But damn, how he wants to see you again, to hear your voice calling his name, to see your eyes wrinkling with a giggle because of something stupid he did, or just to see your curvy body. He can’t wait to see you again, indeed.

The first night was not that easy. The room was perfect, this was not the problem. A cozy decoration, the current of air at the window was gentle and calming, but most of all, you were lucky enough to get a pretty view of the grand sea faraway, that water made your whole body crave for a sea bath or at least taking in the great sun of Italy. Italy sure had the arms open for you, taking you in like a son of their nature, the orchards around bringing the sweet juicy smell to your casement, you just wanted to enjoy these two months and never leave anymore of the red dirt country. The problem was that the thoughts kicked in your head by the night, you were all alone, in a country you barely know, on the coast of it. This could be very dangerous for a woman, and it takes you a whole 3 hours to finally get to sleep. Not before a great bath in a bathtub, feeling the warm water flowing into your body and a glass of wine that you ordered from the lodge services.

On the next morning, only one thing would soothe you out; Taking a sunbath. Not before calling your friends to tell everything and how it was your trip to Italy until now. As you take some swimsuits, you show it on your phone camera, showing it to Jill and Claire on the face call.

—”So…this one? Or this one?” You heard an approving sound of the second one coming for both, Claire was the first to speak, while she had her tummy on the mattress and hands above her chin.

—”The second one is better, trust me.”

—”I agree, and maybe some Italian man around may agree too.” They giggled like some scholar girls talking about their crushes and you rolled your eyes up with the joke.

—”Oh come on, I'm not here for that!”

—”And what’s the problem in finding someone? You’ve been single for a long while now.” You had to agree with Jill, you’re thirty one and it's been a long while since you even kissed someone. Holding the second swimsuit in your hands, you look down on it, in front of your body and realizing that she’s right. —”Maybe all you need is someone, just don’t rush that.”

—”Yeah, who knows. Maybe your true love is in that small city in Italy.”

—”Who knows…” An unconscious smile grows in the corner of your lips, and Claire catches it at the same time, lifting her eyebrows at you.

—”I know that smile! What are you hiding?”

—”Oh, me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A faux innocence glittered in your eyes, batting your eyelashes at both.

—”We’re gonna find out soon or later.” Jill hissed under her breath, knowing exactly that there’s something happening that you don’t want to talk about yet. And is not because you don’t trust them, it’s because nothing so extraordinary happened until now.

—”If you two think so…Well, I have a sunbath to take now, enjoy the cold, girls.”

—”Don’t throw this on our faces.” You three laughed before you said goodbye to the girls and left the call. Taking the second option, you slowly put the tight black halter swimsuit around your body, and take a book that you brought to read on the airplane.

On your way, the beach was just too close to go walking by. Bag in your shoulders and only your swimsuit and comfy cloud slippers you walked to there, making your way to the closest umbrella to stay underneath it. The air was not too hot, there weren't many people there, the perfect moment to be on the beach. You took a deep breath, just taking in the view of that sand underneath your feets, or the sea right in front of you, the waves were calling your name and the air felt way more light than before. Seeing a good wood chair to sit on it, you quickly go for it, laying there with only your legs exposed to the sun, the breeze was bringing you the chit chat of the Italians, words and words that you didn’t knew, lifes, families and kids all around, jumping or hopping to do whatever their might be doing on that glorious place. Some kids were making sandcastles, they even had talent for it. It made you even surprised by tiny humans building something so detailed with so much passion, true artists in their hearts you may say. You heard a worried shout on the other side of the beach, a father calling from his son as he dashed to the water happyfully “Ragazzo!” It’s the first thing you heard, and the word made you curious. Keeping your book aside, you didn’t even open it with that whole new bunch of culture in front of your eyes. Searching in your phone for what the father of the little boy yelped, you found the online dictionary.

“A male child (most commonly used) or a man who you are having a romantic relationship with.”

That looked interesting, you’re really learning a lot of things on this trip. With a proud smile, you kept looking at your screen for the translation, the Italian culture crawling inside your mind and making you even more curious to know more. You were crawling for more, begging for more and thirsty for the waters of a different place that felt like heaven, like true paradise in front of your mere eyes, your—

—”Buongiorno, ma’am.”

*(Good morning.)

The voice dragged you out of that learning hypnosis, making you look with wide eyes to who’s behind you. It’s Leon, with that cute lazy smile on his face and his hands behind his back. The way he spoke Italian made a shiver run through your spine, that same damn feeling. You didn’t even heard him coming.

—”It’s you. You scared me for a second.” A relieved breath came out, your hands on your chest, right on your still beating fast poor heart. He chuckled, and you noticed his eyes trailing down on your body. Leon licked his lips, his mind going off for a brief moment as he took the sight of you, on that swimsuit. He truly found it amazing to see the way your waist was so perfect underneath that, or the way your breasts were squeezed on that tight thing. Gosh, he truly adored everything about you in a swimsuit, he could drink from that water fountain for days, and live to worship you and that goddess body that he doubted to believe was real. He realized how hard he’s been staring at your body and quickly answered you in a failed voice.

—”I-I’m sorry, it was not my intention to scare you.”

—”Don’t you worry, ragazzo.” The nickname rolled out of your tongue, winking at him and watching as he froze in his place. Leon Bambi's eyes got even bigger, his lips parted in awe as his eyes dragged up to your eyes, even if he wanted to still look at your succulent legs. He could feel how his pants were getting tighter around his body, the temperature getting hotter and a single sweat drop falling down his forehead. All because of a nickname, not a mere nickname, but you calling him this way made him feel something different.

—”You’re calling me a boy?”

—”Maybe I am.” His lips curl up into a boyish smile, that gives you more confidence to keep going. Leon walked to your side, his hands behind his back to hide the fact that he’s fidgeting his fingers.

—”Well, do you see me as a boy?”

—”It depends, I haven't met you properly yet.” Crossing your legs one above another, his eyes travel down once again, he could feel his heart beating way too fast for a “client”.

—”And…what are you thinking of Italy until now?”

—”It’s very…pleasant of what I have seen yet.” Unconsciously, your eyes traveled at his body, up and down. He quickly noticed the flirt, his ears turning red as he looked away.

—”I’m glad you’re liking it.” His hand made his way to his nape, scratching it to dismiss the shyness away. As a silence creeps in, an idea comes up to your mind.

—”Ragazzo…could you do me a favor since you’re here?”

—”Uhm, of course! What is it?”

—”Could you apply some sunscreen to my legs?” Taking the bottle from your bag, you showed it up to Leon, his eyes lighting up to your favor.

He thought deeply about if he should accept it or not, those legs were calling him up, whispering his name to be caressed by his hands. He gulped loudly, those pants on his legs making everything sufferable to him as he nodded eagerly. His fingers touched yours when he took the bottle from your hands, a lingering movement that made him even more nervous. Leon looked at the bottle, pressing it and seeing the cream drops by the palm of his hands.

Bending down slightly, he looked at your eyes, looking as nervous as if he’s doing a life or death movement.

—”Can…i?”

—”Yes, go ahead.” You let your legs lay free on the white wood chair, Leon took a deep breath before his soft delicate hands touch your skin, causing you to feel a tingling on where he’s touching, he slowly cups your ankle, his hand all around it and showing you how big his hand actually is despite his touches being so respectful towards you. He’s gentle, not really wanting to make it seem like he’s taking advantage of you. Leon kneels down, his knees on the sand even if he doesn't care, it’s you who matters now, it’s his help that you asked for, even if the sand is hot on his skin and making him feel a strange feeling, he keeps doing it.

His hands were always not entirely touching you, as if he didn't deserve to touch you. His chin lifted it up, he had a pair of puppy eyes staring at you, almost begging for something he doesn’t express. You could hear his breath becoming heavier, shaky and sharp and his hands shaking on your skin.

—”Don’t be so nervous, you’re just helping me, no?” Your hands traveled to the top of his hair, scratching his scalp with a big grin. His eyes only grew bigger on you, he bit his lower lips and looked down at your legs nervously, fighting against an urge he didn't understand.

—”Y-Yes…”

Leon whispered, his voice lowering an octave from before and deep inside, you enjoyed seeing him that way. His hands roamed up further, trying his best at applying the product to prevent your perfect skin from burning. Leon couldn't look up at you at this point, feeling very sheepish for having a dirty mind at something so normal and common like this. It isn’t normal to him, not when your body is so damn pretty that messes up with his mind. His lips pursed, his body was there, but his mind was anywhere else, thinking of you. He’s fucked up, he can’t contain the dirty thoughts of you, he is able to feel his erection getting harder to disguise.

His movements suddenly get faster, he just needs to end this now or you will notice that he’s hard while touching you, and he doesn't want you to think he’s a pervert. Leon gets very close to your inner thigh, his breath stuck on his throat as he can smell your skin from that distance. That sweet smell, he could drown on it and he would be satisfied. But not now, when he applies the lotion all over your both legs, he gets up strangely, clearing his throat.

—”Thank you, Leon. You’re amazing.” He heard your voice praising him, and it only got worse. He felt his dick throbbing at your voice, his body craving you. He felt like a virgin teen who had never seen a pair of boobs before, but seeing your cleavage like this was dangerous for that poor boy's heart.

—”Don’t mention it.” Leon turned his body to the other side slightly, just his lower half so you wouldn’t notice his boner.

—”I won’t take your time anymore, thanks again and have a good day.”

—”N-No problem! I should say thanks to you, ma’am.” He gave you a desperate look, your eyes trailing down dangerously. That spark between you two was killing him, he just wanted to give in to that ferocious desire, he just wanted to feel your body all over him, touch you, kiss you and take you to his bed. He wanted to have you by his side. He turned his body uncomfortably even more to the other side, and you quickly knew he was hiding something from you.

—”Is everything okay, Ragazzo?” Did you know how you messed up with his mind? Sometimes he thought you did, because you were so damn attractive and you knew how to use your words to make him shake.

—”Y-Yep! Absolutely. I just…i think my papà called me and…i should go now.” Leon looked at you, trying his best to curl the corner of his lips into an awkward smile, it was the best he could do in that situation. —”It was nice to see you, I'll…see you later!”

He made his way back to the backdoors of the lodge where you came from quickly, not even giving you a chance to see his face one last time. In fact, he couldn’t stand one more second beside you without giving in to his hunger. You were lethal, a poisonous snake that was creeping over his mind, messing with everything he knew about morals or self control. He got up from the sand and left quickly, not even daring to breathe the same air as you do. Leon made his way inside and you watched as he slowly faded inside the building. He always acts strangely next to you, you notice how he's different with the other clients, but this was making you worry you may have said something wrong to him. But in reality, he just needed a bathroom to relieve that throbbing pain.

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It's just pretend right ? (Bucky Barnes x reader) part 5

summary : after an amazing day the terror twins come to bring kitty's world and everything she has known crashing to the world making her run off and face a past she's never known while she discovers a new "gift" , bucky find out she not the only one .

warning : this one is angsty i'm sorry but it for the plot i promise it not all angst , violence and shitty family .

Previous part

To say tony stark spent his day digging through everything and anything wouldn’t be a lie , they man had to give it to fury , he had the file completely locked but he’s tony stark  of course he found a way in and he suddenly wished he never did . He wished he could have gone back to be in the dark because what was hidden made his stomach twist and turn and it was all  information on a person he considered family.  How was he going to tell her this without breaking her beautiful stubborn little heart breaking the bonds and trust she’s had all these years. He read it over and over wishing it was some sick prank but when Nick fury walked into the lab the look on his face only confirmed it. 

“ How long did you know” was all he said, making Bruce look at the men in confusion. 

“ you shouldn’t be hacking the servers stark that file was not meant to be read”. 

“ does she know what’s in those files  the ones you hide very well i might add but not well enough” he crossed and uncrossed his arms frankly wanting to punch someone or something.  

“She has no idea and it’s not for us to tell her” fury stood tall on the issue . 

“ So what , you're just going to have agents looking after her and hope she doesn’t notice , well hate to tell you buddy she did” he scoffed. 

“ What are you talking about Stark? I never had agents watching her. the whole point of it no one  knowing  where she was” fury stopped face dropping . 

“ These aren’t your vehicles because their registers with shields” he turned the screen. 

“ Jesus for a genius you're a dumbass sometimes that’s a list of known vehicles we’ve had on watch list not inventory , how long she notices these”. 

“ Since she was a kid, she just thinks it is one of those strange routine things , what or who is watching her fury” Bruce gritted his teeth. 

“ hydra” he sighed. 

 “ we have to tell her” . 

“ Just let's think of a plan , she's safe now with nat and the guys” tony sighed not really knowing what to do.

 “ We need to tell them tony. "I know i’ll send the file, let her family give her the chance to tell her, i better go to see if they need back up  “ he felt his own heart fall into his stomach as he pulled his phone out . 

Walking into the kitchen nat gave her a quick hello before answering the phone and rushing out the room.  

“ How was the church?” her mother smiled. 

“ I didn't go in , me and Bucky walked around town and had lunch” she smiled brightly. 

“  Let me guess bacon burger and milkshake”.

 “ most definitely shared stories of the past and even had grandma laughing” she sat . “ Maybe she is dying,” Izzy mused as Maya slapped her arm . 

“ we were talking about pop pop , wonder if he would be proud of me” her eyes fell to  her hands in her lap . 

“ Would he, that’s a stupid question , he’d be down the bars and fishing lake bragging majorly at his kitty kicking ass  and saving the world” .

 “actually kicking names and taking ass” she chuckled, only for them to be confused as the inside joke. 

All of her years being in the life she had moments she loved and moments she hated  and as she looked at the file on the jet computer this was a moment she despised completely.  The moment in time finding out her close friend represented her own in a way , a family raising her for an evil organization yet this time it was prolonged .  how was she going to explain to her best friend her life was basically a lie , that the ones she loved were just pretending to care . 

“ What is this” was all she heard, turning to see Steve and Bucky standing completely shocked at the words on the screen of the jet's computer. 

“ This is why she has been followed ,  she’s an experiment from hydra god i hate that even came out of my mouth because she’s not , she’s  our Y/N “ nat sighed. 

“ what?” . 

“ she’s a experiment , her mother is a test subject , they pumped her full of serums under the guise of being some new drug for expectant mothers but she died during the childbirth and well Y/N was kept so they could continue it that was  now she must be with host family” nat growled the last parted . 

“ we have to tell her , i mean this is a big thing to hide” bucky feet heading towards the door only to look up and see her father standing looking like the color vacated his face. 

“ explain” nat growled .

“ Where's dad?” she asked, seeing the two boys coming into the kitchen . 

“ He's on that jet seeing if the others are coming in” Jack shrugged. 

“ probably showing off” she mused but still she felt her eyes looking to the door. 

“I’ll get them” she smiled softly, kissing her mothers cheek before heading out to the door.  Just as she stepped off the porch the car stopped in front of her screeching . 

 “ YOU DRUGGED US”  the voice screamed as she felt her heart beating and her body shaking.

 “ you insolent child , what was the soldiers attention on my daughters too much? '' her aunt's voice called coming toward her . then the world went a mumbling and muttering like she was underwater , she could hear the protest of cassie sort of but the fear in her had her in almost like internal bubble. 

 “ hey back the fuck up before i pull those dollar store extensions out of your head” she heard izzy voice standing before her and jessies arms around her pulling her back to earth .  

“ she made a fool of us in front of the avengers because of her vendetta against us” leah screeched. 

“ vendetta you almost killed her” izzy growled  the whole commotion as they stood out of the jet. 

“ whats going on? '' Nat asked, coming to her side for the first time ever seeing the powerhouse she knew all these years, shaking like a scared child . 

“ i don’t know why you think you're so special , you’ll never be one of us. ''Emma cried, holding her still sore stomach. 

“ i don’t know why you hate her but she is family. '' Izzy went to dive at the woman but Jack held her back. 

'' You're still feeding them that crap” her aunt scoffed. 

“ what are you talking about? '' Jessie spat. 

“ she is not one of us..”. 

'' Shut up, don't be so cold, let us tell her '' her mother cried . 

“ what you talkin about tell her .. what’s going on” she felt the world spinning completely , everything so much as her knees threatening to fail holding her up .

 “ Mom, stop this is ridiculous , I wish I was never part of you guys” cassie cried. 

“ live somewhere else hey sis since you take unwanted dumpster babies you can take one more”. “ mama” y/n spun around. 

“ What is going on” Jessie snapped. 

“ Well your mom and dad found her in a dumpster and we all had to pretend she was our family, sad really” Emma snarled . 

“ mama” she asked again looking for the woman to tell her it was a sick lie but the look she gave her was  there was truth in there words . “ It was all a lie” she asked, feeling the stinging tears falling down her cheeks . “ i  can’t breathe” she pushed off her brother walking away from the gang of her family or where they are strangers now. She didn’t listen to the calls from her or the fighting going on behind her.  Her skin becoming brighter as the flames took over not letting anything or one come closer it was all too much . she started running straight to the one thing she could always depend on and  gripping  the reigns in her hands  and belting out jumping over the cars ignoring the cries and pleading to come back .  

She knew something was always off , how she was always treated so differently . Never accepted nor values and only got worse when she got her “gifts” . The way they could never be proud of her , she could solve world hunger and bring peace to the universe And they would still find a way to find a way to criticize her. Everything she tried To get their approval it was met with a wall and disapproving scowls. It all made sense but her parents to Keep something so big , so major away from her.  It was soul destroying why would they keep It , where were her birth parents why didn't they want her? She heard the car Coming she turned slightly relieved That it wasn't a familiar one except it beep spooking Star as she turned to see the incoming branch so quick she couldn't miss it only for it to hit her head And send her straight to the ground as the horse kept going. 

“ oh shit my bad” the voice called. 

“ well you shouldn't have beeped asshole” she groaned She couldn't focus her vision and the warm liquid going Into her eyes didn't help . 

“ here let me” he Walked and instantly  She felt some thing was off moving away from the man her hands filled with flames shooting them into the sky About almost as a flare Hoping Someone would see it .

 “ I ain't gonna hurt you I just do the delivery “ she could hear the cockiness in his voice. 

“ get away from me it's a warning”. 

“ how The head?” He asked. 

“ perfect “ she smiled wiping the blood off Her eye. Her Hand ready as he walked The flames got stronger ready to toast the creep .

“ You are gonna pass out either way Just get in the car” .  She didn't Like he was right she could feel the exhaustion Take over.  

“ she not alone creeper” a voice Called. 

“ tony?” She whisper.

 “ hello my little pyro baby” he called as he blasted the car as a jet  Parked behind her. “ oh buddy you wanna hope my horse Is ok” She laughed . 

“ put the gun down dipshit” she could hear Tony's eyes rolling as she stood behind Him . 

“ Who's in the jet” she asked . 

“ that's not us  , the guys are coming you think you can help hold Them off Til then” she asked. 

“ I think I can burn bitches , ask questions later” she nodded seeing them slowly approaching her . 

 “ lets show them why is a bad idea to mess with us then kiddo”  he shot the a blast as the agents began running towards them . she started throwing blast of her  own hitting them ignoring the scream from the men as she felt the flame push higher  trying to keep herself from falling or letting tony to deal with it alone only for her whole body to go on flames like a surge of power burned through her as she took on a new lease on life suddenly she didn’t feel pain nor tired she felt something else though like she thought of everything else and shift of her mind and the flames where gone completely . 

“ holy shit” she gasped as tony turned to see her looking down as the vines came from her palms wrapping around the agents .

 “ did you know you could do that?” he asked. 

“ really does it look like i knew ?” she asked looking at her hands in disbelief. 

“ freak out later” he huffed knocking the delivery man unconscious .  

“ i don’t feel so good” she said softly before hitting the ground only for tony to see the dart sticking in her neck . 

“ shit shit” . 

“ stay back here also thanks for the lift”  nat called as they ran over tony . 

“  where can i help” jessie asked.

“ knock em out” nat threw her batons over . 

“  she ok?” steve asked. 

“ dart to the neck , vines and shit  , i’ll  explain later” tony called nodding to more agents coming out of the jet.   

“ ready soldier and knock out don’t kill” nat called . “

 i  know what to do natalia” bucky called. 

“ i meant the other soldier forget it go” she charged towards each of them taking them down easily and thankfully to his training and past years in combat spots jessie was able to hold his own while bucky stayed near y/n not daring to let anyone close to her til he was able to get her to the car safely wondering how it went so good to so bad almost in a blink of an eye.   Least it wasn’t what nat thought well not fully what she thought and it was better she heard it herself once she woke up . agents down as they used whatever was to hand to detain them knowing fury had shield already on the way  the moment before tony could even land . 

“ who was that and why did they sedate my little sister” jessie panted handing nat back her batons  as he pulled took the dart up only for tony to take it . 

“ hydra and they want her back “ tony  flew off heading in the direction of the ranch. 

“ lets get her off the ground” only for bucky to life her up  seeing a flower in her hand almost clutching it . 

 ��I’ll get star” was all jessie said heading off as they drove off knowing he would follow off . as they drove the shield vans drove straight passed almost too fast while she was completely out cold as bucky guarded her barely even letting nat check her over . they pulled into the drive seeing her family the other clearing out after nat told them colorfully what she would do if they didn’t . her cousin sitting completely lost knowing it was for the best but it didn’t hurt less knowing her own parents and sibling were borderline shallow ego filled monsters . 

“ what happened is she ok ?” jack asked almost lost himself in a spilt moment the family shifted and change not with y/n though didn’t matter  she was their sister. 

“ she out cold but she be ok well sort of” nat smiled weakly . 

“ you’re friends in the jet … where is jessie” izzy asked unsure of what to even do . 

“ coming he’s getting star, jack you wanna get the door we need to get her to bed” bucky asked . 

“ course erm cassie come on we can show you to the guest room” he called as the girl nodded heading into the house.  “ she ok she just needs rest” he explained as his parents rushed to her side.  

“ erm i don’t have clothes or anything?” cassie sniffled . 

“ me and maya will get your things” izzy smiled softly. 

“ i’ll get your things” jessie stormed in not once looking at his parents only checking y/n then storming out. 

“ jack “ izzy nodded as he followed. “ he’s alway been protective of y/n probably cause knew deep down she was like him “ izzy explained. 

“ like him how?” bucky asked confused . 

“ well he must of known deep down she was adopted like him , which i don’t understand this we knew he was , why is y/n different we wouldn’t have treated her different” . 

“ adopted or like y/n adopted “ bucky looked at her dad. 

“ what’s the difference?” 

“ he knows why , answer me “ bucky asked . 

“ y/n adopted “ her dad sighed as bucky almost growled carrying her out of the door to the jet not  stopping . 

“ y/n not the first “ was all he said as they looked at him wondering if the revelation would ever end .

Part 6

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WIBTA for questioning my GF's distant behaviour when she clearly doesn't want to talk about it? ESH, 1 Update, [THIS POST HAS BEEN LOCKED]

I (18M) have been with my girlfriend (18F) for over 3 years now, and we'd been close friends for 4 years before that. We go to a boarding school, and due to the girls in our house and year being shitty, she moved into the boy's dorm with our friend and I before we even got together, and we're in our last year of school now before we graduate. We practically spend all our time together and our relationship is very strong, we've avoided talking too much about plans after graduation because we both come from very restrictive families (Without going into too much detail, we both face very specific expectations for what our adult lives will look like) and our relationship is a secret from everyone but our close friends, but I can see myself spending the rest of my life with her. She's everything to me and I've always gotten the idea that she feels the same about me, and honestly, whatever she wants to do after we graduate, I'd follow her. I don't really care where I go/what I do as long as it means I'm with her. I can't imagine life without her.

Lately, she's been acting really strangely. I guess it started during exams, but that's normal for her. We're both pretty academic people but she especially devotes everything into her schoolwork, so it wasn't a surprise when she was distant in the lead-up to and in the midst of our final exams. She didn't talk much, and spent practically all of her waking time studying. (Side note, she did amazing on the exams. I'm super proud of her.)

After, though, she was still distant. She started receiving letters at breakfast which she'd quickly hide, and never read in front of anyone. Sometimes she'd excuse herself entirely from breakfast, assumedly to read them, and wouldn't eat at all. She's been antsy and visibly stressed more often than not. Like I mentioned before, she has a difficult family life, and I'm not surprised that she's nervous in the time leading up to graduation, but usually she'd talk to me at least a little about that sort of thing. Plus, I know what letters from her family look like, and these letters look nothing like anything she'd ever received before. She's been less physically affectionate than usual, and sometimes she shows up after disappearing randomly looking like she's just been crying. I'm really worried about her, but I know that if she wanted to talk to me about it, she would, and she's been insistently ignoring any indication of concern from our friends or I. Even the slightest questioning look, she completely shuts it down. I don't want to upset her by bringing it up, because that's not really the way we function as a couple, but I'm starting to feel hopeless. We don't really talk about our issues, and when we do "communicate" it's only ever when we argue about things. I'm also really worried that I've done something wrong, or that she doesn't want to stay with me. I don't want to admit it because it scares me too much, but I can't help the nagging fear in the back of my mind.

Basically, I'm trying to ask if I should mention it, or if I should wait for her to say something on her own? Something has to happen eventually, because we've both known at least with graduation that we do need to decide on what we're going to do with that, so maybe I should just wait for it all to come up. There's only a few more weeks until we're set to go home, so I could probably just hold on. It's just really worrying me and I don't know how much longer I can handle the uncertainty, and I don't want her to be struggling alone. Would I be TA for bringing it up?

(122 DOWN)

Sounds like you guys need to learn how to communicate, holy shit. (467 UP)

If you're just gonna be a dick I don't want to hear it. This is just how we function and we've been fine for years. (531 DOWN)

I don't think you'd be TA for bringing it up, but in general it sounds like your relationship is somewhat codependent. Your entire life shouldn't be reliant on what she wants to do, bro. Sounds like you need therapy. (271 UP)

Look, I just want to be with her, okay? I've never cared about what I do. I don't see the issue, you're all overreacting. (113 DOWN)

It sounds to me like she's cheating on you, dude. (364 UP)

Fuck you. You don't fucking know her. She wouldn't do that, and I don't like you suggesting that she would. I'd beat the shit out of you if I knew who you really were. (210 DOWN)

Looking through these replies, you're being super defensive. Maybe she has a perfectly innocent explanation, but the main theme here is that you both have some issues that you need to work through. This isn't a healthy way for either of you to live, I recommend individual and/or couples therapy for both if possible. (545 UP)

Whatever, man. Not the god damn point of this point. If I knew Reddit would be so useless I wouldn't have bothered posting here in the first place. (478 DOWN)

Update

Hahaaaaa!! Fuck you guys. Reddit is fucking useless, but I'm here because I want to shove it in the face of everyone who told me I was being cheated on. Fuck you!! You don't know shit about my relationship!! I don't need therapy, assholes!! Me and my boyfriend are perfectly okay the way we are!!! Yeah, that's right, boyfriend! He's just trans!! He realised it during exams and freaked out because he was worried about losing me but he didn't lose me because I don't give a fuck if he's a girl or a boy I wanna spend the rest of my life with him!! The letters were between him and his estranged brother (19M), who'd ran away a few years ago because he hated their family, but he's gay, and my boyfriend didn't know who else to reach out to. And he'd been crying all the time because he was dealing with fixing his relationship with his brother and he was scared of what would happen after he came out. I didn't even need to bring it up, he finally told me! He finally told his brother a few days ago after exchanging letters for a few weeks, and told me after getting a letter back from his brother accepting him. His parents wouldn't accept him, so we're discussing fucking off away from our families and moving in together. Like I told you guys, I'd do whatever as long as I could stay with him, so that's what we're doing! We might be moving in with his brother for a bit while we find somewhere to live, which will be interesting, because he doesn't know we're together, and he hates me, and i kinda hate him too still for abandoning my boyfriend, but I'm willing to give him another shot if my boyfriend is. Anyways we're doing better than ever and I gave him a haircut and he looks amazing, I love him so much.

(73 UP)

Happy for you and him both but that doesn't negate the fact that you both still need therapy. Especially if he has to cut his parents off because they wouldn't accept him. You didn't give many details, but if his brother ran away (assumedly as a minor) because of their parents, I wouldn't be surprised to hear that it was an abusive environment. Even if not, therapy is still good. (175 UP)

Why would he need therapy if he's literally cutting them off lol. They're gone now it doesn't even matter anymore. (313 DOWN)

I truly am glad that it worked out well between you guys but it's so crazy reading these and all your comments. I mean this in the best way possible, you are both mentally ill. Therapy is a good thing. Just try it. (231 UP)

Jfccc you guys worry too much. I shouldn't have even bothered with this update. (282 DOWN)

Got invested just to find out she's a delusional tr***y and you're a f****t, wow. (278 DOWN)

192.158.1.38, Mr. John Doe. 123 Maple Street. Anytown, PA 17101 (263 UP)

Thanks OP for doing the hard part of the work for me, a swat team is currently on route to his house. (182 UP)

Thanks, mate. I knew there had to be some decent people on this website. (101 UP)

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An essay on the Tweaks, how I view their relationship with their son, and what it means for their futures

Although I’m not the biggest fan of people who portray the Tweaks as loving parents, all things considered, I also don’t believe they are as evil and malicious as some make them out to be.

I have SUCH a love/hate relationship with those guys, and it’s because as shitty as they are, they’re also both WONDERFULLY complex characters who are just shrouded in mystery. They’ve been on the show for SO long and yet we know so little about them. To be fair, they could be interpreted in any way, as we don’t quite know their intentions, HOWEVER they do seem to love their son in a sense, so crummy as they may be, I do think that there’s a bit more to all of it.

Mr. Tweak is willing to do anything for his business, even at the expense of his morals. We see this exact plot in “Gnomes”, where he is willing to use small children as a manipulation tactic to get people to care about his business.

Tweek is going to inherit the shop one day, and Richard knows this. They BOTH know this. So he’s gotta prepare him in the exact same way HE was taught, to become ONE with Tweek Bros coffee and to ALWAYS put the business first, even if it’s not right. He loves Tweek in his own way, but ultimately he sees him as a business accessory first and a son second.

I’ve also mentioned in a previous post that I think Mr. Tweak sees a lot of his younger self in Tweek. It’s no secret that Mr. Tweak doesn’t seem to view his son very highly, referring to him as “nothing but a sp*z” so to speak, and if Tweek is going to take over the business one of these days, he needs to be sure of himself, not some “twitchy, tweaked out kid”. Richard knows this because HE was once like this. This was how HIS father raised him, and look how he turned out :)

Of course, by Tweek’s age, he was already had TWICE the work ethic, but no matter, just means he needs to push harder, right?

When Tweek turns 15, his father decides that he is finally old enough to learn the secret family recipe, as he and all the Tweak men before him did.

But it doesn’t go as expected, and Tweek has quite the opposite reaction that Richard hoped he would.

He feels appalled and betrayed, and why wouldn’t he? I mean his parents had both been drugging him his whole life, (as well as the whole town), essentially fucking him up for the foreseeable future. Even as an adult he still deals with twitches and tweaks. And they just expect him to be okay with it?? Tweek is a LOT more resilient than his predecessors, and he refuses to let this ruin his life.

But it’s not as easy as it looks. He’s been drinking his parents’ coffee for as long as he can remember, he doesn’t know how to be without it. He’s forced to spend a lot of high school in rehab, missing out on a lot of his teen years. Of course, Tweek has Craig by his side to make the process a lot easier, but it’s still a lot.

This definitely breaks the relationship he has with them, and Tweek finds that he can’t trust them any longer. Or course, his father just sees him as ungrateful. After all, he’s spent so long trying to shape him up into this hard working, young man, and THIS is the thanks he gets? Richard has always striked me as being someone who is nice until he’s no longer getting his way, and Tweek ultimately trying to break the cycle of abuse is exactly what hammers in the nail of their already strained relationship.

Mrs. Tweak is a different story. This isnt the first time she felt her husband has gone too far, we see her stand up for the kids in “gnomes”. I get the feeling that she’s always known what they were doing was wrong, yet she still went with it anyways. Why? Even she doesn’t know, in all honesty. Perhaps she had been manipulated into all of this as well, under the guise that it what was best, being brainwashed into this docile wife who just does as she’s told. Or perhaps it was always to her own accord, and she’s been in on it all along. We really don’t know enough to know for sure.

Her son refuses to talk to her, and she understands why. She’s always has wanted what was best for him, but they’ve gone too far, WAY too far, and things were never gonna be the same now.

But she hopes that, perhaps, with time, there will be some healing.

[katyawriteswhump]

the freak in the penthouse, part 5.1

accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve. E-rated (overall for sexual content, this part M) CW: contains references to past abuse

On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2

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5.1 Newsflash

“Jesus, how many times do I have to tell you, Robin? Eddie genuinely is the best thing that’s happened to me in a fucking age.”

“No way, shit-bird.” Robin grabbed Steve’s arm. He let her drag him back into the kitchen. She poured him a glass of milk, dumped it on a counter. She glared meaningfully at it then proceeded to butcher a pile of herbs.

“You like that Eddie guy too much,” she whispered, chopping madly, which always made Steve nervous. This week, she’d already gotten band-aids on three fingers. “What do you really know about him? Or him about you?”

“What kinda dumb question is that?” He whispered too, though the kitchen was otherwise empty.

“You’ve spent over a fortnight with him!”

“So? Look, I honestly think I’ve made a difference to his life. When we first hooked up, he was mopey and depressed. He’s totally pepped up.”

Or it could be all the sex and booze acting as his band-aid.

She paused in her chopping. “What’s he done for you?”

He makes me happier, too. Bite me.

Robin didn’t look in the mood for that kind of bull. She plucked a banana from a bowl and dumped it down beside his untouched milk.

“You know I like looking after people.” He picked up the banana. “I’ve got my meds and I’ve paid off most of my debts.”

“You told him about that, huh? Why you need the money so badly?”

“Get real, Robin. What was I supposed to say—'Hey, Eds. I’m your friendly neighborhood asthmatic call-boy.’” He stuffed the banana in his mouth.

“No. I mean, how your trust-fund went bye-bye, and what that horrible lawyer did to you.”

“Jesus, Robin. No!” He swallowed quickly before he spluttered all over her. “It’s not exactly a turn-on. Mommy and Daddy were loaded, and I was their coddled brat who’d been told he’d never want for anything. Before they went and inconveniently died.” He always impressed himself when he got that word out without a hitch, though it never came without a pang. “Then it turned out my trust fund was in debt. So my dad’s lawyer got me working it off with my ass, passing me around his friends. Then I finally got away, got a shitty job as a shitty bellhop… and caught pneumonia. In LA. Nobody catches pneumonia in LA! I mean, it’s beyond pathetic.”

“It’s tragic, Steve, and it’s not your fault. I honestly still don’t know how a trust fund can be in debt."

“Look, it’s over.” He took a glug of the milk and met her scowl with a cutting one of his own. “I’ll be able to rent somewhere of my own when he’s through with me.”

“Yeah, and I wouldn’t worry so much, but you look waaaay too sad when you say that. Be careful Steve. I don’t wanna have to stab lover-boy’s eyes out with an ice-pick.”

“Don’t you dare. His eyes are dazzling.”

She harrumphed despairingly then drew a key out of her apron pocket and dumped it by the banana skin. “My roomie is away. Get some sleep, or heaven help me, Steve, I got a filleting knife here with your name on it.”

…

Eddie was poring over his game notes—sucking on a cigarette and stressing his pants off. Someone knocked loudly on the door. A jerk in a three-piece suit, who Eddie vaguely recognised, let himself in.

“Mr Munson, I’m terribly sorry to disturb you.” The newcomer offered a preening smile. “I’m Larry Kline, head concierge here at the Beverly Hills Yorkshire. We met briefly when you checked in last month.”

“Right.” He unenthusiastically shook Kline’s outstretched hand. Kline’s beady eyes slid around the room. “Uuuuuh, is there a problem?”

“Have you had company staying here, Sir?”

“What’s it to you?”

“You are supposed to sign in extra guests, Sir. But seeing as you’re a very special guest, we can overlook—”

“Look, man, nobody else is staying here.” He turned away, stubbed out his smoke in frustration. “Is that why you’ve come to play ‘persecute the freak?’”

Kline’s hand flew to his chest in an attempt at mortification that reminded Eddie what an amazing actor Steve was. Steve’s douchiest fluttering of his lashes never looked that fake: “It was not my intention to offend, Sir. Please accept my sincerest apologies.”

“Accepted,” muttered Eddie, wishing he’d get lost.

Kline cleared his throat. “I am here, ahem…”

About how I’ve made your sleazy hotel stink like good ol’ Reefer Rick’s?

Kline presented a silver ashtray with a couple of mints and a scrap of paper. “It’s a delicate matter concerning your check this week, Mister Munson. I’m sure it’s just an error at your bank, but it’s bounced.”

“What?”

Kline put down the ashtray on the doily-covered occasional table. “It hasn’t been paid.”

“That’s gotta be a mistake.” Eddie found himself fiddling madly with his rings. There’d been a fat row of numbers on that check from the gaming company—he was richer than God! Apart from the house he’d bought for his uncle, he’d not gone too mental. Okay, there was the collectors’ guitars, the studio time, the… penthouse.

He got rid of Kline with a mumbled promise that he’d call the bank. He’d have to find his check-book to find the number. He stared at the phone, a ghastly turquoise monstrosity with a golden handset. And then at the mints in the ashtray, under which was tucked an invoice for 8,347 dollars and twelve cents.

He stared at it, unmoving, for a long time.

Then he ate the mints and tucked the invoice under the phone. He’d call Dustin. Later.

...

5.2 on tumblr .... On AO3

I've added a hashtag #thefreakinthepenthouse for ease of finding the earlier parts. I am very happy to tag usernames if anybody is interested... please let me know.

Thank you for reading. Likes reblogs and comments much appreciated and will feed the bunnies🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕

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