#hope my grandad dies

[irreplaceablestar]

Are old men incapable of liking their wives in any way at all

[luvingshidou]

I hate bitcyws 💔💔💔

[zouisalmightie]

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[heerinnie]

Rant TW// don’t look at the tags if you’re triggered by death of a family relative and suic/ide

[forthelostones]

𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ➺ 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 #9

anderson construction and landscaping had been parked outside your door since you returned home from university. as if the summer couldn't get any hotter, the business owner works overtime in your area. anderson is collecting new, loyal clients of your neighbors, cementing her permanence in your life for the next few months. what's to come of your girlish crush when she keeps showing up?

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 18+ (mdni); age-gap, young!reader, older!abby, butch!abby, slow-burn, suggestive language, thoughts of infidelity, ellie ft, smoking/drinking, mentions of parents, nickname: sweetheart, and modern au.

𝚊𝚗. listen,,, i am actively doing a masters i apologize!!! i've recently stopped using grammarly for a more real writing experience. so if things are wonky, just know thats why! no more ai help. this isnt my BEST but.

♫ 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. cry to me by loleatta holloway♫

I was completely dazed, hoping that I won’t crash into a brick wall anytime soon. The images from last night were on a constant reply behind my eyes. I’m sure she has no idea or at least I hope that she doesn’t but when I got up to go to the bathroom, I saw her. She was standing in my shower letting brushing her hands against her body, tracing the lines of her hips with what I presume was my soap. The door was slightly ajar although the steam hid her, which I was thankful for, a perverse part of my brain wish it wasn’t. But her outline was more than enough. The feeling wasn’t anger towards her but frustration all again within me being a creep and internal moral conflict. 

As I tossed in bed, I listened to her feed pad around the hardwood and finally settle in the living room. After rolling back and forth multiple times I found a comfortable position and let my mind drift away void of any lingering thoughts. Images of her continuously flashed in my mind, it was inappropriate, unprofessional, a conflict of interest. My shoulders dropped instantly as we pulled into her driveway, she left me alone and I pressed my head against the seat.

Once I ended my call with Henrietta and confirmed today’s appointment, she reappeared dressed in black jeans, baby blue cotton button up rolled to the elbow, hair out of her face and ears decorated with gold jewelry and minimal makeup. A soft tote bag thrown over her shoulder slipped off ever so slightly as she opened the door — I itched to get out and do it for her, it didn’t feel right to see her open it on her own. Up close she looked honey-drenched from a soft golden shimmer highlighted on the peaks of her face. I swallowed roughly. 

“Are you nervous?” I ask, hoping the breaking the silence will help me feel normal. 

“Not at all,” She says plainly.

“Were you nervous your first time Ms. Anderson?” She stares out the window. 

I chuckle. “Depends.” 

“My mindset is there is nothing I can’t do. I can have it all, you know.” 

“I remember my first project after Grandad died, I took over his small crew of chauvinistic dicks.  They all acted like I gave him the cancer, that was the hardest part, getting the job done even though I was surrounded by people who couldn’t care less if I died too. A lot of time I was at sites overnight, fixing mistakes they made on purpose, juggling multiple contracts, grieving,” I grip the wheel tighter remembering the level of mental turmoil I was put through. Funeral arrangements, emotionally manipulative girlfriend, underpaid… “I don’t think I had time to be nervous, I had to be strong immediately. Let them call me horrible names and make those jokes to prove a point,” 

A small Henrietta came into view waving a small, saggy arm quickly. She was so cute. 

“That’s Mrs. Harris, she’s quite the character.” I add. 

Without time to complete our conversation we both step out with haste. 

“Welcome ladies, now I don’t remember this fine young lady before.” 

“Hi Ms. Harris, I’m Ms. Anderson’s new assistant, nice meeting you.” She smiles brightly and genuinely. 

“Perfect, you can meet my daughter Nora then, she’s making iced tea.” 

My face contorts with confusion as we take our shoes off at the door to walk into the kitchen. Lemon lady, Nora, looks up and our faces share similar confusion. I scratch at a sliver of my exposed arm. 

“Abigail,” She manages to grunt. 

“Oh—What? You two know each other?” Her mother questions. 

“‘Ma were actually neighbors,” 

Mrs. Harris gasps theatrically and slams her hand over her chest and praises silently to herself. 

“We are.” I confirm. 

Nora’s tanned skin was deep and rusty, causing her light brown eyes to pop even more. I saw her beauty in its fullness as she pranced from around the island in a hot pink wrap dress. 

“So, what the hell!” Henrietta laughs, wrapping a causal arm around my new assistant. 

“In passing we speak but not fully, I definitely don’t know you, hi.” 

I had never payed attention to how raspy her voice was - sultry. Her long lashes fluttered as two parts of my new world began to collide instantly and explode right in my face. Nora’s full 'fro was painted with a stroke of grey around the edges of her hairline feathering outwards. Her femininity was palpable, she floated on her lavender painted toes around the kitchen, finally making it to me. I had to look downwards slightly to meet her gaze. 

“Hi,” She twinkles softly. 

“Well, hello there. I started to find it suspicious that I didn’t receive a crate of lemons recently.” 

She laughs behind a soft manicured hand that then brushes slightly against my bicep. “I’m starting limes now.” 

For some reason I blushed. 

We sat in the tastily aquatic themed living room where I sat with all three ladies to have further discussion, even now I didn’t want to, I wanted to hear Nora’s voice again. A small tingle danced on my body from all the pleasantries Nora and I had ran into from simply speaking. No awkward waves or glances and I felt … a bit nervous. Her femininity was fragrant and I pictured those short nails piercing into my skin as I flatten her curls into a pillowcase.

Iced tea sat center on to coffee table that I sipped while avoiding any glances in Nora’s direction, undressing her with my eyes in front of her mother would be absolutely inappropriate — which made it harder. As I slipped on my specs to read some notes I made after meeting with Henrietta I felt two flaming gazes traveling in my direction. One of them mutual and one of them not, a fantasy living in my dreamscape. 

“‘Ma I won’t be moving back in anytime soon, but if you worked on the guest bedroom, maybe I could stay over more often?” Nora groaned. 

Henrietta melted into her seat sadly at the final conclusion. 

“Fine. Abby, would that be something you have time to do?” She asked. 

“Let me check our calendar and call you.” 

“Or call Nora!”

I giggled a bit and looked to my newest edition force a soft grin at the non-business related topic at hand. The sheer enthusiasm from her mother told me everything that I needed to know, Nora had been single for far too long, living a bit sedentary like me. Luckily for me, I didn’t have any parents anymore to nag me about it. 

Nora slipped on tan criss-cross sandals to walk us outside to the door, where we headed for the truck, but not just before she gripped my bicep. I turn with hot curiosity to the woman who now stands slightly above me the peak of the morning glistening on her face. 

“Sorry, she can be a bit dramatic.” She apologies. 

“It’s perfectly fine, it’s good you still have her,” I add. 

“Listen Abby, this blind date was unusual but I feel like we can take a drink and learn more about each other. Or I could cook you breakfast this weekend, whatever you want.” She smiled. 

I nodded casually but was internally on the brink of combustion, her initiative surprised me and I was upset I couldn’t approach her first, but I was pleased. 

“Absolutely, your mom took the liberty of texting me your contact so no worries I’ll be in touch.” I mimic her soft smile. 

“Perfect. Hope to hear from you soon.” 

“Whatever we decide to do I’d love to see you in some lavender.” I wriggle my fingers. 

She nods her head and my knees could’ve buckled then and there but instead I step back and turn to face the truck. 

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Sorry.” 

I jog slightly to the truck and unlock the door for my poor assistant who had to see the most unprofessional display of interaction with a client on her first day. I cut the AC on quickly and lean back in the driver’s seat to look over at her. But I couldn’t read her, was she upset or confused? I couldn’t tell. 

“How about we get you home, I’m headed—“ 

“Could you take me to Ellie’s? She’s just off the second exit on the highway.” She request then buckles her seatbelt. 

“Of course.” 

— 

Last night I promised myself to sort through the regular onboarding paperwork so I could pay my new addition for her time as soon as possible. I sat in an empty house under the hum of central air under me as I sort out the forms, some that I needed her to sign. Realistically, I could send the PDF to her email or invite her over so I can see her again.  I look over to my empty wine glass and the sticky red residue settled at the bottom of the cup. My stomach tightened for the third time, but I can’t ignore it, I needed to get dinner in order. 

8:53 p.m.: Need you to fill out some forms for me. 

Instead of sitting and watching grey bubbles appear and disappear, I started on sorting my grocery order I placed when I came back. After my third glass of wine I decided to make a lemon garlic pasta after reading one recipe and certain that it was simple enough for me to do tonight. 

I found a beer in hand and my phone in another with a caldron of a pot boiling over to the stove top. Chopped lemons lifted the scent in the house from rich to light and sweet as it grew dry on the counter. A bell-sound came from my phone and I jumped at the opportunity to read it but was highly unaware of my own mess. 

“Fuck,” I holler, my screen now covered in lemon juice. 

I drop my phone down on the counter amongst the ingredients and pick my angel hair pasta up, the package slips out of my hand and the threads of hard yellow sticks hit the floor. I watch them spread and roll to wherever they pleased. 

My door bell hummed at the front of the house and I slightly jogged to catch it, I wasn’t expecting her to pop up now, especially in a moment like this, shit.

“Hey, I wasn’t—“

“Oh.” Nora smiled timidly. 

“Nora, wow, hi.” 

“Seems like you were expecting someone. I can dip out…” She offers. 

“Um,” I wipe my fingers against the dish towel thrown over my shoulder. “Not at all come in.” 

I slip to the side and welcome her in. Her choice of loungewear was black linen pants and an oversized Howard University sweatshirt. She left her UGG slippers near the front door and crossed her arms as she admired the room. 

“Cooking or attempting to, um, in the kitchen if you wanna join me. Want a drink?” 

The water in the pot dulled, most of it gone into the atmosphere or on the stove itself.

“Oh gosh, Abigail,” Nora rushed to gather the stray pasta. “I’ve never seen anyone struggle like this to cook noodles.” 

If anyone else would’ve said that, I would have been highly offended but her non judgmental tone soothed me. She held them out like a bouquet before handing them to me to toss in the trash. Without thought she turned the heat off and refilled the pot carefully in the sink and carried it back. 

“I have pasta in my pantry, it’s capellini if that’s okay?” 

“Perfect.” I smile, clueless of what that is. 

As soon as she closed the door I jolted off to the bathroom to freshen up. Stepping in front of the mirror was a live horror show. My braid was veering off to the side with flying hairs sticking up around my crown. Quickly, I untangled my hair, brushed it out and threw on more deodorant. 

Nora was natural in the kitchen with her tea towel tucked in her waistband and using knives that have about as much action as me in the last five years. She brought over a much more adult bottle of a 2012-something and taught me how to identify the notes. I stood over her shoulder, watching her wrist make a swift motion out of a steel pan she brought from her home. The fragrant lemon sauce was coming together well with diced shallots and what I believe was fresh thyme, from her home garden.

She taught me how to properly swirl and plate the right portion and then store it for the days to come. We gathered at my dining table, slightly tipsy, but overjoyed at the fresh grated parmigiana’s compliment to the wine. Her lips were coated in the smooth sauce and her tongue grazed against them to clear off the residue. “I don’t remember my last home cooked meal.” I admit, chewing behind my hand. 

“That’s a shame,” she sighed. 

“Well, nope I just lied. My assistant’s parents invited me over for dinner, so I guess that counts. I think I was referring to more so inside of my own home.” 

“Do most of your clients prepare food for you?” She chuckled uncomfortable. 

“Uh, not meals but drinks, snacks, of course. They’re getting a bathroom demo and it’s a little bit exciting and I’ll be spending a bunch of time there — to be fair, I wasn’t the priority receiver of their kindness, they threw a party and invited me.”

"Great because mom can't cook." She smirked.

She twirled the last bits of the noodles around her fork and sat back to glance over to me, her hand slightly grazing her belly. My alcohol intake was far too high in the last couple of days and it was making me more and more malleable. I chewed on the corner of my lip as Nora’s eyes poured into mine seductively. 

“I am overjoyed Nora, thank you.” I mumbled, wiping my mouth with a napkin.

“Me too, I’m glad I stopped by.” 

I scooted my chair out to collect our dishes as her hand reached out to stop me. 

“Abigail, why don’t you get that after you walk me to my door?” 

All the blood rushed out of me as her dark voice beckoned me to obey.

“Well, yes ma’am.” 

Nora shuffled in front of me and led me to her property, covered in healthy plants and garden decor. I guess I never really looked at the items in her yard but she had a landscaping talent. 

“This is me.” She smiled before turning towards me and crossing her arms as she does. 

“I’m happy to have shared a nice meal with you. Thanks for saving my dinner.” 

Nora casually tucked a stray hair floating on the side of my temple and pulled it back behind my ear. “Abigail, I just followed the recipe.” 

I leaned down to place a long, intentional kiss onto her right cheek, her hands came to my shoulders briefly and back to her sides as I stepped away. 

“I’ll wait to see you fully in.” I gestured to her door.

꒰ঌ ໒꒱

You were waiting outside for over thirty minutes, banging your fist against Ms. Anderson’s door. One of her truck’s was in the driveway and nothing seemed out of order outside, so you were confused as to why she wasn’t coming to the door. 

All your calls went straight to voicemail meaning it was dead or she turned it off entirely. You do a combination of doorbell ringing and phone calling until the door flies open. Abby stood in an unusually silky black robe with a metal baseball bat. Her usually perfectly primped hair was matted and sticking to her skin. She sighed in audible relief that it was just me. 

“I heard banging,” She winced and covered her eyes with her palm. 

“I’ve been calling and banging for almost an hour.” You move past her. 

Wine glasses and dirty plates came in to view and a sinking feeling dropped in your belly. She had her neighbor over, she got to have dinner with Abby, touch her, kiss her, and by the looks of it fuck her too.

[thelittlewarrior98]

Hello!

So I know that this is an absolute long shot, but I wanted to share this here anyway in the hopes that someone in the Phandom could maybe help me coz I literally just don't know what else to do at this point 🥺🙏

My name is Holly-Jayne but most people call me Daisy, I'm 26 years old and I've been a part of the Phandom for over a decade now like D+P have pretty much always been my most favourite YouTubers and humans in the whole entire universe 💜

I've unfortunately never been able to see them live during any of their tours though as I've just sadly never been able to afford it!

It's always been one of my biggest ever dreams to finally go to one of their shows and maybe even meet them so I can finally thank them personally for everything they've ever done for me 💜

But then late last year I suddenly got very very sick to the point where I became bed bound and wheelchair bound and could no longer eat or drink anything without throwing up and I ended up losing way too much weight to the point where I genuinely looked like a living corpse and I was soooo so tired and in so much pain all the time and I even started struggling to breathe, but then after going through all of this for about 4 months as well as countless doctor appointments, miss-diagnosis including being told it's just anxiety and is all just in my head and also have to stay in hospital got about a week or so, I was very sadly diagnosed with Stage 4 (Terminal) Serous Carcinoma Ovarian Cancer that has spread to multiple areas of my body and I have now also completely lost my fertility because of it 😔💔

I also apparently had over 2 litres worth of fluid on my lungs which is why I was struggling to breathe and could barely even walk up the stairs without my legs just completely giving way.

So I've had to endure 6 very difficult and grueling rounds of Chemo which I actually finished around 2 months ago and I'm now on a targeted treatment that I have to have every 3 weeks for about a year and I also have to take blood thinners every single day for up to 2 years due to a rather big blood clot that they also found on my lung during my 1st round of Chemo!

I also almost died again during my 2md round of Chemo as I had a very bad reaction to it and stopped breathing for a couple of minutes......

We've had quite a few scares which I guess is just my new normal now, but i now as back to normal as I can be with Cancer and I'm very slowly but surely getting my life back together and just trying to live my life as much as I can for as long as I can as even though I'm terminal, I'd like to believe that I'll still be around for many many years to come and D+P have especially helped with his as watching their videos through all of the dark and scary times have always just completely cheered me up and put a smile on my face and they still give me the motivation and determination to fight and stay as strong and healthy as I possibly can be 💜

So yeah, it's probably been the most hardest and most painful year of my life, plus my grandad very sadly and suddenly passed away last October just before all of this happened and then we also very sadly lost my aunt in May of this year after a 16 year long battle with Cancer and my nan was also unfortunately diagnosed with Leukemia around the same time as my own diagnosis, so 2024 just hasn't been kind to us at all!

Soooo so much grief, pain and trauma that we're all still trying to deal with 😔💔

So yeah, when D+P announced the TIT I was absolutely BEYOND happy and excited like yessssss another chance for me to finally go and see them and potentionally meet them if I can get an M&G ticket and finally just something for me to look forward to after this very crappy year!!

But alas, time and luck once again just weren't on our sides as when the tickets were released for both dates we just so happened to be at the hospital for appointments and treatment and they all sold out before I even had a chance to try and buy them 😭💔

So I tried to use one of my wishes to see and meet them instead, but we've unfortunately just found out that the company no longer have any money and can't fulfill people's wishes anymore!!

But the thing is, we submitted the wish absolutely months ago like back when the tickets had just sold out and we never heard back from them at all until now when our macmillan nurse got in touch with them a few days ago, so they never even bothered to tell us which is really annoying and inconvenient because we could have maybe sorted something else out by now, but now we've only got a couple of weeks left and we're just at a complete loss as to what to do as this could literally be my last ever chance!!

Really starting to lose hope over ever getting to see or meet them now and I'm absolutely devastated as we just don't know when or if they'll ever go on tour again and even if they do, who knows if I'll still be here by then or how my health will be!!

I mean I'm always staying as optimistic and hopeful as possible, but we still just never really know......

So yeah, I just wanted to share this in the hopes that someone in the Phandom could maybe help in any way at all??

Idk how or what could be done or anything, but I thought it was worth a shot anyway as I've pretty much got nothing to lose at this point!

I was hoping for Manchester on the 29th btw as that's the only date that I'm able to do.

Thankyou soooo so much for reading all of this if you've actually made it this far, I appreciate it more than you'll ever know!

I'm in this Phandom business for life haha 🤣💜 @danielhowell @amazingphil @danandphilupdates @danandphilhq @danandphilnews @danandphilsaltsquad

[gingersnaptaff]

who are the main characters in welsh arthurian mythos?

Hi anon! You know, I looked at this question and just fuckin DIED with GLEE! Ehdhdjdhdjd I LOVE SHIT LIKE THIS!!!!! SHDJDJDH

First off, Arthur is pretty big. He's less a king and more of a warlord, but there's still a lot of cultural reverence for him in Welsh things. Seriously, Henry VII - a notable faux-Welshman - named his firstborn son Arthur purely because he was going to be Prince of Wales. Also, in Culhwch and Olwen his retinue has TWO Welsh GODS in it - Manawydan and Pryderi (my beloveds.) Idk what they're doing in it but I am inordinately pleased that they are there.

Also, Uther Pendragon / Uther Ben. Taliesin wrote a poem about him which is super fun. (Also, oddly enough Taliesin himself HAS been linked into Arthurian legends on multiple occasions. He's also another Arthur-type in that he's still regarded as tooling the line between mythical and real.)

Gwenhwyfar is also important even though she takes a back seat. Speculation is rife about whether she had a quest/myth about her (sorta like Culhwch and Olwen) and also her name means 'white phantom!' BRING IT BACK. I, for one, think she definitely did have a quest attributed to her in which Arthur had to do something to get her hand in marriage but idk WHAT.

Also, she's a GIANT!!!!!!!! EJDJDKDKDKD

Gwalchmai is also Super Important. There's speculation as to whether he was a mythical character who got implanted into the mythos or if he was always Atthur's nephew. Basically, he's a giant and he kills giants. Seriously, he's CONSTANTLY killing giants in the mythos. Plus he is called 'Gwalchmai Golden / Silver-tongued' in poetry too. In the Mabinogion, he's very often the one to soothe discord between the other knights so he's very diplomatic too.

Cai and Bedwyr, obviously! They come as a pair. Do Not Separate. Now, Cai is sometimes also seen to be a giant but his dad is Cynyr Ceinfarfog who was a real king. He ruled Dyfed and was the dad of Saint Non and, therefore, grandad to SAINT DAVID. (Wales' patron saint!) So Cai, like Arthur, has a saintly lineage. Before the French Romances shifted his character into the more recognisable Kay, Arthur's grumpy seneschal, Cai was a warrior of great renown. And literally superhuman. Like, nobody would received from.a blow from his sword, he could brave fire and water like nobody else, he has the ability to go nine nights and days without sleep or the need to breathe. He's a ledge.

Now, Bedwyr! Again he's a great warrior and ONE-ARMED. He's called Bedwyr Bedrydant (Bedwyr of the Perfect Sinew) and he's HOT SHIT. Seriously, he's like the most beautiful Knight in Arthur's court. The 10th-century poem 'pa gur' says that assailants 'fell by the hundred / before Bedwyr of the Perfect sinew ... fighting with Garwlwyd/ furious with sword and shield.' (Also, BTW Garwlwyd is possibly a werewolf.)

They have to put up with SO MUCH SHIT from Arthur's escapades it's ridiculous. They had to convince Arthur not to intervene in a King abducting a princess and carrying her back to his court, ffs. Give them a HOLIDAY. WITH SALMON TAXIS.

Now, I would say Merlin BUT he is added later into the mythology. He isn't there straight off. But he is Welsh. He's FUN. He was apparently based on Myrddin Wyllt. He went mad, and lived in a forest. His bestie was a king who died.

Now, I also think Owain, and Geraint on account of their having stories written about them but they're two kings who got folded into the mythos a bit later. Urien (Owain's dad) is another example.

Also, Macsen Wledig too. But again writers melded him in later. And I mean this in the sense that he and Arthur share similarities in how they're perceived in Welsh culture.

Anyways, anon, I hope this helps. I'm probably forgetting a TONNE of characters (Peredur, for one.) But I Don't want to bore you or make anybody trawl through this unwillingly so I shall stop! Hopefully, this helps! Thank u for the question!!!!

[sunny374940]

I will be waiting with open arms pt.3

Hello and welcome back to my sadness corner (though this one seems to be the least sad of the three, but probably ready your tissues? Just in case). This (hopefully truly last) chapter centres on Emmrich waiting in the afterlife, just like he promised. (Start from part 1 here, if you want to)

Cw: character death, off screen

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“He kissed me for the first time right under this statue, you know?”

“Yes, dad, I know. You've told me a few times”

“Did I?”

The voices were laughing, though there seemed to be an undercurrent of sadness to them and Emmrich wondered idly who they were. He was lying on his back in soft grass, sunlight was warming his skin and he hadn't felt this good in a long time.

He stretched his arms and was surprised to discover that he could actually raise them all the way up, a feat that he had been unable to perform for quite a few years, ever since old age slowly started taking his mobility away. He sat up and stared at his hands. His wedding band was there, a constant presence for the past, hmm, thirty nine years. He had been hoping to celebrate their fortieth wedding anniversary, but alas…

Wait, what?

Oh, of course. He died.

“The Shroud's Kiss is blooming, should I pick some for you to take home?”

“No, bug, thank you. I'd rather come to admire them here. It will give me an excuse to visit him.”

“Aw, you're such a sap.”

“What can I say? Your daddy might have influenced me a little bit.”

He was studying his hands and they looked stronger than he remembered them being, less wrinkled. But the voices were niggling at him, so familiar, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

“Let's get going, dad. Rupert and Manfred will need us.”

“You're right, we've moped long enough.”

“Goodbye, daddy.”

“Goodbye, Emmrich. We'll visit again soon.”

“Rook! Ellie!”

It was them! He could hear them! But they couldn't hear him, it seemed.

“I'm so mad at you! It's been a year and it doesn't get any easier. I hate you for leaving me here!”

Rook was crying and Emmrich felt unshed tears stinging at his eyes.

"I'm sorry, darling. I miss you too.”

He knew Rook didn't hear him, but it made him feel better to respond.

“Your letter started tearing at the edges, I've been reading it too much. Ellie got me a frame for it, so it wouldn't get destroyed. She's so kind, Emmrich, just like you.”

Their sweet Ellie. Emmrich missed her so much, missed all of them. He buried his face in his hands and allowed himself to cry.

“Did you know that Rupert and his husband wanted to elope? The little buggers! Can you imagine not seeing your only grandchild get married? But I gave them a piece of my mind and they agreed to have a small ceremony in our garden, just like we had. It was amazing, I wish you could have seen them.”

He could imagine not seeing his only grandchild get married, actually, and he laughed to himself, picturing Rook's indignant expression as he was relaying the news. He missed seeing him.

“Hi, grandpa. I got married, but I think grandad already told you. We’re adopting a little girl, but he doesn't know that yet, so keep it a secret, okay?”

“Don't you worry, dear boy, I won't spoil the surprise.”

Rook would be so excited! A great-grandchild! He envied him a tiny bit.

“I'm getting old, you know. I can't come by as often as I'd like. I'm sorry, love. But I think about you all the time and the memories help me keep going. I love you, Emmrich, I always will.”

“I love you too, darling,” he whispered, wiping at the tears falling from his eyes.

“Hi, daddy. Dad can't come anymore, he's too sick, but he sends his love. And lots of kisses. I- I miss you so much.”

She was sobbing and his heart was breaking for her.

“I love you, my darling girl.”

Time seemed to pass strangely and Emmrich wasn't sure how long he'd been here, but discovered through his family's visits that it had been about twelve years since he died. He wasn't entirely alone in this place, there were spirits coming through and the odd soul as well, but they were always moving on to somewhere else. But he told Rook that he would wait, and so he did.

Over time he learned to feel Rook's presence through the flows of the Fade, though he only ever heard him when he visited the Memorial Gardens. Lately, that comforting presence had been growing weaker and he was restless with anticipation. Would he finally get to see him? Would Rook recognize him? He seemed to have returned to the way he looked around the time of their wedding, not that he complained, but the last time Rook saw him his looks were markedly different.

He was pacing around anxiously, when there was a sound like the rustle of yellowing leaves on a very particular cherry tree. He turned towards it and there he was, sitting up, blinking in the soft sunlight and he looked so young and he was here, he was really here after all this time!

“Emmrich?”

And Emmrich couldn't move an inch, could only spread his arms out for him.

“I did tell you I would wait for you, darling.”

Rook came rushing at him, knocking him off his feet with a hug and they were laughing and kissing and finally they were together again. For good, this time.

[beah388love]

The beginning

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Pairing: Five hargreeves x Fem!reader

Summary: The beginning, your story.

Warnings: mentions of blood,Murder,reader has powers,angst,brother dies,readers family dies,fighting,death!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

It all started about 50 Years ago, well 50 years and 2 months ago to be exact. I'll never forget that day, because the day started perfectly normal.

Nobody tells you just how loud the sound of silence is. at that moment, I felt like I could hear everything and nothing at the same time.

———

Aged Eight.

It was around 2-4 in the morning judging by the colour of the dark blue sky outside and she was woken by her dad sprinting out of his room, petrified. She'd never seen him so panicked.

Her first thought was, maybe they were being robbed? maybe someone broke in?

That was until her mum sprinted out after her dad with her brother in her arms. He was limp and blue.

She felt her body stop, she ran over to her parents and reached out to her brother and she'll never forget the feeling of touching his face.

She stood there as her parents panicked and rushed calling the ambulance and once they got there she still stood watching them leave with her brother.

She still had hope though. I mean this stuff only happens in grown up movies? It definitely won't happen to us. Right?

No. Of course not.

Right?

She was taken to her grandparents house and stayed there for a couple hours with her two other brothers.

She sat there on the sofa, watching her grandad pace up and down the kitchen.

But after awhile she sat watching out the window of the front garden. Waiting. Waiting to see her parents again with her brother.

Maybe he was sick? And needed some medicine?

Maybe he needs some cheering up?

We'll make him better. He'll be fine. This is just a really vivid dream.

Not long later she saw her parents arrive without her brother.

Maybe he had to stay at the hospital cause he still needs medicine?

No. All the optimistic thoughts are gone because

she just knew.

She could feel it through the window and across to them.

She just knew.

He's not going to be okay. She felt it.

Her parents came in crying, "he's- he's" they didn't even get the word out and we all knew.

It's not going to be okay.

He's gone.

Forever.

Because that's the thing with time, nothing can buy it or get it back not even the richest or happiest.

But things didn't get much better after that.

———

Aged eight:

Around five months after her brother passed away, all her family were still mourning.

But today her parents both went out to grab some food for her and her brothers.

And once they collected all the things they needed. They left, hopped in the car and drove back home.

But on the way, a drunk driver swerved into the side of their car, killing them both.

She was devastated and it still didn't get better after that.

It actually got worse.

None of her distant relatives wanted to take care over them so her and her two younger brothers all had to go separate ways.

She never saw her brothers again.

She gave them both massive hugs, sobbing as they went different ways.

And your probably wondering 'how does this relate to five Hargreaves?'

The little girl in this story didn't go to an orphanage or a foster home or a happy place at all.

A certain man flew over to England and somehow got the social services woman to give him custody of you.

A man you had never met.

Reginald Hargreeves.

"Come with me, come on now don't hover around." He said sternly not even batting an eye to you.

You followed him still in your nightgown, trying to hide your sobs.

———

"Y/n? Are you listening to me?" Five cut you out of your thoughts as he waved a hand in front of your face.

"Huh?"

"I was saying...If my calculations are correct we can get back all we have to do is get a briefcase." Five said grinning at you near the end of his sentence.

"Oh god, what now?"  You asked tiredly

"Well..i was hoping-"

"hoping I could use my powers?" You cut him off and he nodded with a somewhat pleading grin.

"Alright..but if this time doesn't work I'm gonna kill you myself." You sighed and he nodded behind you grinning as you walked off.

———

After Reginald took you in, he helped you understand your power to great lengths.

"Reality warping".

You can change reality and quite literally defeat the laws of science. However it does come with some cons.

You can only change things you know or can imagine.

You have to be in 'the zone' is what you call it.

And one of the biggest cons is, when you use your power it drains you.

And I mean drains you.

Your energy levels - actually no, all your levels go down.

———

"Go down the left corridor and into the wooden door. And I'll meet you" five whispered and you nodded.

You did as he said and sneakily went into the wooden door, it was a meeting room and If im five was right, it would be filled with people in around two minutes.

You hid behind the door in the corner of the room and waited.

When they began walking in, you sat there and held your feet to your head.

Once you calmed down and focused, all the men began dropping dead.

Once they were all on the floor, five blinked next to you and grabbed a briefcase.

He grabbed your hand and blinked you both back to the middle of nowhere.

"Y/n?  you okay?" He asked you and you nodded tiredly.

"Do ya think it's gonna work?" You asked him breathlessly and he didn't respond.

Your guess was he probably didn't wanna get your hopes up to much.

———

This is my first series so i know It’s probably not the best!!! 🧡💛

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter One: A New Friend, A New Enemy

The Pariahs That Saved The World (Masterlist)

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: mentions of death, canon descriptions (vecna's curse)

[A/N: Thank you to everyone who seems really excited about this! I am going to try and post for this one weekly, just so I have enough time between uni and work to write new chapters :) This one is a little long, but I needed to set up Reader's character a little more so enjoy!]

The Introduction <-

A New Friend, A New Enemy

“Y/n!”

You slip off your headphones and greet your grandmother with a smile, laughing when she squeezed you tight. It had been almost 8 months since you watched her wave her hand of farewell in the rear view mirror. You had missed her the most, you think. Her warm hugs, her calming perfume, the way she cared for you.

“Come on, I’ve made us some lunch.” She hurries you inside and you laugh again.

“I need to grab the rest of my things, first.” You shake your head in amusement, escaping her clutches and darting back to the taxi, thanking the man for pulling out your luggage.

Just as you hitch your duffel bag over your shoulder, your eyes catch something familiar a few houses down. A worn out and beaten Chevrolet sat abandoned outside of its former resident’s house, a white piece of paper resembling a ticket you had seen when the mechanics would return your property if not claimed. You could just make out the ‘for sale’ sign driven into the mud, your heart wrenching. You had hoped your return would be free from unwanted memories. That obviously didn’t exist in Hawkins.

“So, tell me everything. How’s Stanford?” Gran rushes through with excitement just as your feet are barely inside the door. “Oh, we are so proud of you, honey. Our little star, a Stanford journalist!”

“Gran, you know it’s only my first year, I haven’t even managed to write anything let alone publish it.” You say, following her with your bags. She was leading you up to the guest room. Well, technically, it was your room. You had never really accepted that.

“Oh, did you notice the Hargroves house is for sale?” She whispers out like an unspeakable secret, and you dump your bags on the floor.

“Yeah, I saw.” You try to remain emotionless, rolling your shoulder until the usual ache faded. You were used to it now, the muscles flaring up every now and then.

“Apparently- now, you didn’t hear it from me…” She starts to lean in and you suppress a smile. Your grandmother, the gossiper. “Apparently, the husband just took off.”

“What?” You suddenly gain interest, frowning.

“Oh, yeah. The end of last summer.” She nods knowingly. “Must have been hard for them after their son died. It was a tragedy. And that poor girl… Andrea down the road told me she and the mother were forced to move into the trailer park down by Kerley. Not fit for a child, if you ask me.”

“They obviously couldn’t afford anywhere else.” You say, mostly to yourself, and Gran simply hums in agreement.

“Oh, which reminds me, Melanie, the one with the bird nest hair, she…”

She begins rambling once again about the neighbourhood, obviously pleased to have her granddaughter back so she can share the gossip. You listened intently, nodding when you needed to, offering your own remarks when prompted. You loved your Gran. The thought of her being alone in this house affected you more than you realise.

The real reason you were back wasn’t because you had missed Hawkins. In fact, you were set on your Spring Break exploring Stanford and all it had to offer. But about two months ago, your grandad was omitted to the hospital and a week later, he was no longer with you. Your Gran had shared how his health had been deteriorating for a while now, that they had expected it sooner or later. So, in the end, it wasn’t a surprise. It didn’t make it any less sad.

“Should I be expecting guests for dinner?” She asks and you blink, frowning.

“Guests?”

“Your friends.” She reiterates, already busying her hands by pulling out your already folded clothes from your suitcase and refolding them how she liked it. “I assume everyone will be anxious to see you. It’s been eight months, hasn’t it?”

“Uh…” You purse your lips, shrugging. “I don’t know, I thought it could just be the two of us tonight.”

Gran gently places down a sweater and eyes you suspiciously. “So, you’ll be seeing them tomorrow?”

“Maybe.” You give off the first vague answer in your head, fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket and sitting down on the plush bedding behind you.

“Hm.” She sounds, sliding shut the first drawer before she silently walks around the bed and sits beside you. “You won’t be seeing them, will you?”

It wasn’t a question. You lift your eyes to meet hers and sigh.

“We aren’t as close as we were before, Gran. It’s… complicated.” You decide and she takes your hand in hers.

“You’ve known them since you were just a little sprout.” She ruffles your hair and you cringe, laughing and batting her hand away. “I’m sure whatever happened can’t be so complicated that you can’t… I don’t know, catch up over coffee? Or whatever you kids are doing these days.”

“I wish it was like that.” You say, and you meant it. After a moment, she seems to understand that you didn’t want to continue this particular conversation and she stands, brushing her outfit back into simple perfection.

“Well, sandwiches, anyone?” She offers and you grin, nodding.

The day before you left for Stanford, you were contemplating whether or not it was the right choice. Gran was right, you have known them since you were a kid. But last summer changed all of that. You weren’t sure you could see their faces ever again.

So, rather than try and find them, you decided to spend the next day unpacking. You’d be here for a month so it made sense to have everything neat and tidy. It was just until the funeral, and then you’d be back at college and studying away any memory of Hawkins being your home. Because it wasn’t. Not anymore.

You can hear the distant ring of the phone echoing up the stairs, continuing to pull out your books. You might as well be caught up with your classes if you were going to spend all your time inside.

“Y/n!” Gran calls up and you push away from the desk to lean over the banister.

“Yeah?” You ask as she stares up at you, the phone in her left hand while the right covered the receiver.

“It’s your friend.” She says with a small smile and your face drops into a frown. “She says it’s urgent.”

“Uh…” You shake your head. Who would be calling you? “Yeah, I’ll be down in a sec.”

Gran nods and relays the information, setting the phone on the side table and disappearing back into the kitchen.

Your footsteps were wary as you descend the staircase, eyes set on the white object beside one of your grandmother’s vases. There was a hauntingly familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through your body, one you hadn’t felt in a long time. Once you reach the table, you shift your focus to the photo frame. It was small, a collected memory from a few years ago now. You were stood there smiling, the camera capturing you in pleasant surprise when a brunette girl behind you had jumped onto your back. It made your eyes sting, and you knew you had to make the decision to answer the call.

Hesitantly picking up the phone, you hold it to your ear and close your eyes.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” Nancy’s voice blares through and your eyes snap back open.

Barrels of apologies and excuses spewed from her lips and you stand in silent shock, clutching the receiver a little too tight. She could only be calling for one reason. You had known it before you had even answered the phone.

Something was happening in Hawkins. Again. And if Nancy was calling for help, then she truly needed it.

And you’d never let her down.

“Have we met before?” You ask, studying the girl stood next to you.

The walls of the archive were surprisingly bright, shining an iridescent hue on her dark blonde locks. Her blue eyes were blinking back at you, pink lips stuck in a soft pucker of indecision. She was pretty. Really pretty. And at the same time she looked effortlessly cool, a jacket you wished you own. Something about her felt familiar to you, drawing you in.

Then a pang of guilt hits you and you force your concentration on waiting for her answer.

Robin felt weak. Who were you? It was taking everything in her to open her mouth and speak which, as literally everyone knew, was incredibly unlike her.

“I don’t think so.” Robin finally breathes out. There was softness in the way you spoke to her too, calming her nerves. Those strange waves of anxiety were being taken with the tide like you were her lighthouse in the stormy sea of her mind.

“Oh.” You scrunch your face with a smile. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.”

She was surprised to see you put out your hand but she willingly shakes it anyway, smiling back.

When you pull away, Robin seems a little more comfortable, coming closer to peer down at your old project folder, reading along with Nancy. You tried not to stare, busying your eyes with your own work in Nancy’s hands.

“Anything… juicy over there?” Robin asks Nancy and the girl throws her a tight lipped smile.

“Nothing new yet.” She responds and you notice the strain in her voice. She adopted it any time she was struggling to enjoy somebody’s presence.

“Victor seemed like a normal guy. Dead family, missing eyes, took a plea deal, sent to Pennhurst. Blah, blah, blah, blah.” Robin utters as she skims over the page below, slowly raising her head to look at Nancy. “What are we looking for exactly?”

Nancy doesn’t respond and continues flicking through the pages, making Robin’s eyes widen.

“Nance?” She tries again and you frown.

“She’s focused.” You offer, smiling. “She zones in so much that she zones out sometimes.”

“Right.” She nods slowly, still staring at her. “Um, so are we, uh… looking for any mentions of dark wizards or alternate dimensions? Things in that vein?”

You remember something and open your mouth to speak before Nancy interrupts with a huff.

“I don’t know, okay?” She sighs loudly, leaning against the desk and meeting Robin’s eyes. “It’s starting to seem like this was just a big waste of time. And you’re obviously bored so why don’t you just call Steve? I’m sure he’ll come pick you up. And I mean, I’m not really in danger here, so…”

With that, she walks away from the table and grabs another folder you had brought, furiously flipping through as she travels down a different staircase to the filing room. Your eyebrows raise.

“Woah.” You simply say, noticing Robin’s frown. “She’s, uh… hell, I don’t even know. Nance gets ultra focused when she thinks she has a lead on something and, well… she doesn’t like to get it wrong. Which is understandable.”

“So, she acts like this with other people?” She asks and you tighten your lips.

“Um…”

“Okay, that’s a no.” Robin groans, dragging her hands down her face. “I’m trying, I really am, I just struggle with whatever the hell bonding is meant to be, I mean me and Steve literally only bonded because we were both getting tortured and thought we would die. Which, no, not an ideal way to start a friendship but you know what, it’s better than whatever the hell this is.”

“You were at Starcourt?” You frown and she looks back at you, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up-”

“No, no, it’s okay.” She waves her hands, “I, um… no one really mentions it anymore. Unless it’s the news and they’re pretending like it was a-”

“Fire, yeah. I heard.” You say, staring at the stairs Nancy descended. “How did all of this start?”

“Excuse me?” She blinks and you turn your attention back to her.

“This… Vecna, was it? How did it start?” You repeat, shaking your head. “Nancy could only tell me so much over the phone so I’m a little behind.”

“A girl was found dead in the trailer park.” Robin relays, gulping. “Chrissy Cunningham? She’s a cheerleader. Was. They found her with all her bones snapped and her eyes were… gone. They think Eddie Munson did it-”

“Eddie?” You gasp, and Robin looks surprised. “No, Eddie wouldn’t do that-”

“We know. Trust me.” She says hurriedly, “He told us everything that happened. Apparently she was floating in the air and her bones were snapping- it’s a really gruesome story but the same thing, like, just happened to Fred and we need to figure out who this Vecna is before someone else gets hurt.”

“Okay.” You breathe and she raises her brow.

“Okay? I just unloaded a dump of hell onto you, and it’s okay?” She sounded intrigued and you shrug.

“The last few years have been… weird. To the point where weird sounds normal now.” You say, a soft frown on your features.

Robin wasn’t entirely sure where you fit into all of this. Sure, you had information they needed, you’ve been a part of their group for some time, you made sense. What she was struggling to understand is why you were here now. And why you weren’t here before.

“How’d you meet everyone?” You ask before she can. Any thought she had of questioning your arrival was cleverly misplaced. For the moment.

“I worked with Steve at Scoops Ahoy last year.” Robin nods and you frown.

“But I never…” You start before your eyes widen, mouth curling into a smile. “Oh my god, yes! I do remember you!”

“You do?” Robin tries to comb back through her memories.

“Yeah, Max dragged me there maybe… a week after it opened? She was telling me about Steve’s little sailor outfit and of course, I didn’t believe her, so she had to show me proof.” You giggle to yourself, meeting her eyes. “I remember you were taking a break outside, Max introduced us. Well, kind of. She never got to my name before Steve arrived with that stupid frown on his face.”

“I don’t remember that.” She frowns and you bite your lip, shoving your hands into your jacket pockets. “Sorry, I don’t mean that in like, a mean girl way. I mean, my memory is apparently broken because I’m very sure I would have remembered you. Not in a weird way, either, like- I just think you make an impression on people- a good one. Not a bad one.”

“It’s okay.” You laugh and she shakes her head enough to make her bangs sway in her embarrassment. “I looked a lot different then. And I was, like, super shy. I was probably hiding my face or something.”

“Hold on.” She blinks with a smirk. “You’re the girl? Like, the girl?”

“Am I meant to know what that means?” You squint your eyes.

Robin simply laughs to herself until she clocks your confusion. “No, I… Max did bring someone in for, like, one of our first ever shifts together. I remember because when they left, Steve looked like some kicked puppy and I couldn’t work with him and that stupid frown so I made him tell me what was bothering him. Apparently, the girl that left was the girl he couldn’t get in high school and it ‘haunts’ him. It’s so stupid.”

You go quiet and her eyes widen.

“Oh god.” She covers her mouth. “Did I talk too much again? God, I’m sorry- I literally can’t control my mouth.”

“No, you’re right.” You say, shaking your head. “Steve… he and I don’t really get along. Opposite ends of the high school popularity pool until I won this debate contest and suddenly everyone wanted to be my friend. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but suddenly I was on Steve’s radar and, well, you know the rest.”

“You can do better.” She simply nods and you raise your eyebrow at her remark. “What? Oh, he’s amazing now. Like, a genuine gentleman kind of guy, but King Steve? Whew, that boy needed a leash or something.”

“You guys are pretty close, huh?” You ask and she smiles.

“Yeah, he’s my best…” She begins before her face drops. Oh.

“What?” You ask when she starts walking away.

“I know why!” She exclaims before turning her heel and marching down those steps to Nancy, finding her sorting through the filing cabinet.

If Nancy heard her, she didn’t acknowledge it. Robin felt so stupid. It had been a while since she’d been a part of ‘girl world’ or, more specifically, ‘girl-code world’. The thought of there being any tension hadn’t even crossed her mind before.

“You do know that Steve and I are, like, totally not a thing, right?” Robin asks breathlessly, leaning against the wooden banister.

“What?” Nancy frowns, shaking her head and turning to look over her shoulder.

“So I figure that you and Jonathan are still going strong ‘cause you guys are going to college together, and you’re like one of those unstoppable power couples, but I… I just… I wanted to make sure that you knew that Steve and I are just friends. Like, platonic with a capital P.”

Nancy’s response in underwhelming at best, a tight lipped smile and Robin almost groans in frustration. She can hear your sneakers steadily descend the stairs and she turns back.

“Just in case that’s adding any tension between us.” She expresses to Nancy and you frown at the interaction.

“It wasn’t.” Nancy replies and Robin sighs.

“Uh…” You start to say, both pairs of eyes immediately looking at you. “Sorry to, um, interrupt. I have stuff I need to do…”

“Right.” Nancy blinks apologetically, looking back at the folder in her hands. “I’m so sorry, I really thought I was going to find something. I… I didn’t want to drag you into this, really, it’s just-”

“Hawkins.” You finish her sentence, stepping off the final stair and leaning against the banister. “Yeah, I know.”

“Holy shit.” Robin gasps, suddenly grabbing the folder out of Nancy’s hands despite her silent protest. “Is that from The Weekly Watcher?”

She points to a specific part of one of the tabs and you move to peer over her shoulder, nodding.

“Don’t they write about, like, Bigfoot and UFOs?” Nancy scoffs, already dismissing the idea.

“First of all, UFOs are absolutely real. Bigfoot I’m still on the fence about.” She comments and you hum agreement. “But may I remind you we are looking for information on dark wizards? If someone’s gonna write about that, it’s gonna be these weirdos.”

“She’s not wrong.” You add and Nancy’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Yeah, there’s a whole article about Victor Creel. He claimed that a vengeful demon killed his family. Obviously I only added a reference for context, I never actually believed it. You know, before…”

You vaguely gesture the space around you and Robin flips the page over.

“According to several insiders, Victor believed his house was haunted by an ancient demon.” Robin read aloud, and you could feel the goosebumps prickle along your skin. “Victor allegedly hired a priest to exorcise the demon from his home- pretty novel for the 50s, Exorcistwasn’t even out yet.”

“Keep- keep going.” Nancy insisted and Robin frowns.

“That’s all that’s here.” She says and Nancy looks at you.

“He claimed that the exorcism failed.” You recall, staring at the cut out photo of the Creel Family. “He said it angered the demon. It murdered his family, removing their eyes.”

“Did it say why he wasn’t killed?” Robin questions.

“Victor believed he was spared as a punishment.” You say with a twist in your stomach. His whole family died. He was all alone.

“Yeah, that’s pretty convenient for Victor.” Nancy mumbles and Robin frowns.

“Yeah, or super inconvenient.” She challenges, her eyes looking at yours for support. You simply nod, feeling sick. “Victor was declared legally insane by the court, right? Well, what if this is why? I mean, it sounds pretty insane, it just didn’t go public because-”

“The plea bargain.” Nancy jumps in, and you can see her trying to slot all the pieces together, “The records were sealed.”

“What if a demon did invade Victor’s home.” Robin glances between you both. “It’s just, this demon wasn’t any old demon.”

“It was Vecna.” Nancy finishes, and you immediately start shaking your head.

“Okay, you guys got everything you need?” You quickly rush out, sorting the folder around so it would shut. “Actually, you know what, you guys can just keep that, I need to-”

“You’re leaving?” Nancy frowns, following you as you jog back up the stairs and to where you had dumped your bag before. Robin hurriedly grabbed your folder and followed suit.

“Yeah, I told you, I have stuff to do.” You mutter an excuse, slipping your bag over your shoulder.

“But what about-”

“No, Nance.” You suddenly say, much stricter than you intended it to be. You pause your steps, taking a deep breath to look her in the eye. “I hate that there’s something new terrorising Hawkins. And I’m sorry you have to deal with it. I am. But that’s your choice. I can’t do this again.”

Robin stood there, clutching your folder to her chest. Nancy was struggling with her words, and you didn’t look like you were going to stick around long enough to hear them.

“We need you.” Robin blurts and you look at her, frowning. “I’m sorry, but we do. You know more about this case than any of us, you dedicated, what, a whole month? Maybe more? To learn about the Creel House, about the murders. You have information we can’t possible find because Hawkins doesn’t like to keep around its records of murder, and- and Nancy said you were great at this detective stuff which basically means you know what we need to do next.”

Rather than respond, you start weighing your options. The best decision you ever made was leaving all of this behind. Stanford had everything you wanted; hope. Anytime you decided to help them, it was always your life you were risking. That they were risking. Why would this time be any different?

“I really hope you win this.” You finally say, offering half a smile before you push through those doors and don’t look back, disappearing into the darkening shadows outside.

“Damn it.” Nancy curses, resting a hand on her hip and the other on a table.

“What happened between you guys?” Robin asks into the silence and Nancy looks up.

“What do you-”

“I don’t want a vague answer.” She says, still clutching onto the folder pressed against her chest. “She looked terrified. Which, yeah, it makes a lot of sense under normal circumstances. But this was more like PTSD kind of terrified. What the hell happened last year that no one’s telling me?”

The silence left Robin in the dark, Nancy’s features pouring over in restrained emotion.

By the time you had dug out your keys with trembling hands, you could feel the prickling of tears threaten to spill at any moment. They had no right to ask that of you. Especially not Nancy. She was there last year, she knows why you left. And yet again, none of them were listening to you.

You sat in your grandad’s old armchair for about an hour, a book resting on your lap but it remained untouched. It would just be another distraction, another reason to pretend like nothing was wrong. To stop yourself from remembering, feeling.

It’s why you went to Stanford, really. You didn’t care about journalism like you used to. But the work load was almost unbearable, which meant that every waking moment would need to be dedicated to studying. If you didn’t occupy your mind, you’d have to relive last year.

“Hi, sweetie.” Gran says as she enters the room, a shopping bag in one hand. You hadn’t even heard her key in the door. “Did you see your friends?”

“Yeah.” You clear your throat, setting aside the book and leaning forward.

“What did you kids get up to?” She asks before quickly disappearing into the kitchen to set down her groceries. When she returns, you have your head in your hands.

You can feel her fingers gently pry away your hands as she takes the chair opposite you, smiling like she already knew what was going through your head. Looking at her, the way her eyes were glazing over, you felt so selfish. You had left to escape everything that happened last year, and you had left her for months to deal with it all alone. Here you were, wallowing in self pity because your friends hadn’t been there for you when you needed them, and it turns out you’re doing the exact same thing to her.

“I’m so sorry.” You say, wiping away the tear that trickles down your cheek. “I should have stayed with you and Grandad.”

“What?” She frowns lightly, shaking her head. “Darling, no. All we ever wanted for you was to get out into the world, find something that made you happy.”

“But I’m not happy.” You express, catching a sob that threatened to escape. “I just wanted to get away, get out of Hawkins. I wasn’t even thinking about it, I- I just couldn’t…”

Her hand suddenly finds your own, squeezing it tight.

“It’s okay.” She says and you lift your head up. She continued smiling, but it was much sadder now. “No one can expect you to move on from what happened last year as quick as that.”

“And what if I never move on?”

“It’s not about moving on.” She smiles. “It’s about acceptance. It’s about holding onto the memory because you cherish it, not because you are haunted by it.”

The clock in the distance could be heard counting the seconds as you sit there in silence. She was right, as per usual. You weren’t letting yourself feel. You should be embracing the fact that you still had her. Even with all Hawkins has been through, you still had her.

Your heart pangs with panic. She was still here.

“I should be getting to bed-”

“Come with me.” You offer suddenly and she raises her eyebrows.

“To Stanford?” She says as if it were absurd.

“I’m serious. Let’s move away, start fresh. We’ll find somewhere new, Gran. Please.” You beg and she offers a smile, capturing your hand by placing another on top.

“Hawkins is my home. It always has been. I was born here, I met the love of my life here. I watched my little one grow up and, when he had little ones of their own, I watched them grow up too. This is where my family is. I… I can’t leave.”

“No, don’t worry, I’ll get it.” You say, smiling. “You should get some rest.”

Your heart wrenches. If only she knew what you did. About what really happens in Hawkins, what lurks there in the dark. She can’t stay here, not when you know it isn’t safe. Not when she’s all you have left.

Three knocks echo out from the front door, and Gran shifts in her seat, quickly glancing at the clock. Who would be here at this hour?

“Thank you.” She stands with you, squeezing your hand as she dropped it. “Try and get some rest.”

You wait until she’s heading up the stairs and out of earshot before you rush to the door, gently brushing aside the small curtain and frowning at the silhouette. It wasn’t who you had expected.

The door is open barely four inches before she starts talking at you, ring-donned hands clasped together.

“Look, I know we’ve literally just met. And I probably- no, I definitely don’t have the right to ask you to stay with us, but we’re basically alone right now. Half of us are in California, we don’t have any connections in the sheriff’s department anymore. Everyone who would know what to do is gone, and you’re kinda the only person left who can help us. I get so much happened to you last year and I- I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but if there’s even a tiny part of you that wants to do this, then please listen to it. Please.”

Robin didn’t know what she was expecting when she left the school. Her feet had taken her further than her mind was planning, but she knew she had to find you. Max was in trouble, and they were all way in over their heads to not have help. Nancy refused to bother you any further, and she understood, she really did, but this wasn’t a normal circumstance. This was bigger than all of them, bigger than everyone.

“Robin?” You say, brows scrunched together in surprise. She thins her lips.

“Sorry to just blurt that all out, but I didn’t know if you were just gonna slam the door on me- or maybe I’d forget what I wanted to say.” She explained, feeling the embarrassment creeping up her cheeks. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing to you. “Max is in trouble.”

“What?” You sobered at the thought, leaning closer to her. Then, in a moment of split decision, you glance back up the stairs before stepping outside and closing the door behind you. “What happened?”

“We found a connection between all the victims.” Robin tries to explain, and you noticed how expressive she was with her hands. “Basically, Max has the same symptoms as the rest of them, and she’s, like, 100% sure she’s next of Vecna’s kill list.”

“Is she okay?” You ask, and Robin can see the desperation behind your eyes.

“Yeah. Shaken up, but she’s fine. For now.” She clears her throat, a pleading look as she stares at you. “We need to find Vecna as fast as we possibly can before he can get to her. I… I know about what happened last year. About your dad.”

You seem taken aback by her knowledge, eyes darting down to your shoes.

“I don’t blame you for wanting to leave all of this behind.” She sympathises, and she let herself be much calmer than she felt. “But I’m asking you if you’ll help us.”

Your heart was aching as you wipe your sweaty palms against your jeans, barely even feeling the cold rush of wind hitting your bare arms. You had meant what you said earlier; you couldn’t do this again. It took everything in you to move out of Hawkins, go to college and live a life the person you loved the most couldn’t do anymore.

But you were currently stood in front of a door. And behind that door, was the last person you had left, and she wasn’t planning on leaving her home any time soon. As it turned out, fleeing wasn’t an option for everyone else.

“I’ll do it.”

Robin blinks, studying you for any ounce of uncertainty. You looked deadly serious.

Maybe, just maybe, with you by their side, they were taking down Vecna after all.

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[the-offical-raishas-circus]

My experience and review of the bendy books!!!

So I read the bendy books. It was… an experience. I just want to say that Adrienne Kress went ABOVE AND BEYOND for these books and they are wayyy better then the FNAF ones (No offence to my babygirl Millie Fitzsimmons and the Tftpp Books but Bendy just crushed you and you will never recover.)

*Spoilers ahead!!!*

Dreams come to life (book 1)

   • Ok, ok! New book! Let’s go! It’s probably gonna be like the FNAF ones tbh

• Hi Buddy I love u already 

• he’s going to die isn’t he

• Omg Dotttt I love you Dot

• MR SAMMY THE LAWRENCE?!?!?????

• SAMMY CONTENT IN THIS ECONOMY????

• Yo

• this is actually kinda fire

• OHHH MY GOSH HE WANTS TO ART MY HEARTTT 🥹🥹🥰🥰

• he’s actually so cutttteeee

• HIM GOING TO THE LIBRARY W/ HIS GRANDAD?!?!???

• THEM LEARNING ART TOGETHER?!?!?!?

• ADORABLE 

• Ngl the historical context in this is very good my girl DID HER RESEARCH

• ALLISON HIIIIII BBY

• OOOOOOO SAMMYS BACK

• HES SO GRUMPY LMAOOO

• SAMMYS UP TO SMTH

• Omg guys I find it so funny that Sammy low-key is a Ink Chugger

• he drink that ink

• THE FORESHADOWING!?!?!?

• THE SUSPENSE?!?!?

• Wait he met Joey Drew

• did I miss a page

• wait now Mr Drew is taking him to a party????

• I definitely missed a page

• ALIISON IS BACCKKK

• W/ TOMMMM

• YEAH THE POWER COUPLE

• Omg the gang breaking into the studio?!?!??

• this can only end badly

• Nooooooo the poor violinist 

• WAIT WHERE IS SAMMY

• HES NOT HERE

• HES MISSING?!?!???

• Nooooo not my favourite little ink chugger 😩😩😩🙏🙏🙏

• J O E Y D R E W

• THE INK DEMON OOOOOOOOHHH GODS

• HES COMING

• HES COMING

• THE INKKK BUDDY NOOOOO

• DOT RUN 

• I hope Dot escaped 

• Buddy F*CKING DIED?!?!???

• I knewww ittt noooooo

• WAIT

• JOEY

• JOEY WHAT HAVE U DONE

• He can’t talk oh no

• WAIT

• WAITTT HOLD UP SMTH AINT RIGHT

• BUDDYYYYY NOOOOO

• HES BORIS?!?!??

• HES BUDDY BORIS!!?!????!

• W A T

• oh so this is the Boris that Alice wants

• Aw crap Buddy nooo

• HES SO TRAGIC

• someone write a fanfic where Buddy takes Joeys offer 

• it’d be so tragic 

• RIP Buddy he was a Buddy till the end

• JUSTICE FOR DOT AND BUDDY BORIS‼️‼️‼️

• And Sammy is still knocked out Rip

• Wowie really good read 10/10 loved it 

She really killed it with this one! Really enjoyed the horror aspects, not as graphic as the FNAF books but just graphic enough to make it creepy! Shes really good at 1st person POV I hope she continues! Also great historical accuracy, with the social norms of the time and everything, the references to the war, ect. Great dialogue, descriptions, the style of writing flows really well, and the story is really well paced, with just enough suspense to keep me reading. It also made me really want to figure out the mysteries of the studio with Buddy even when I have all the info from the games! Well done! 10/10 book would definitely recommend!!

The Lost Ones (book 2)

Ok! Next bendy book, let’s go!

Right so we are NOT in the studio this time…

That is NOT SAFE

the poor horse rip

Again great historical accuracy 

I love the MCs already 

Bill, Grant and Constance I love u

I can relate with Constance a LOT

Ooooo is she Ace???

She might be Aroace chat omggg

MR THOMAS CONNOR?!?????

Ooooo he’s helping Mr Tom?!???

INK MACHINE YOOO

GET HIM CONSTANCE!!!

ANGER ANGER ANGER RAHHHH

J O E Y  D R E W 

OOOOO INK LORE?!????

She a scientist!!!

Nooooo he got inked 😩😩

Hiiiiii Ink demon bbyyy

Oooo so she’s making a cure?!???

Cure for the ink woahhhh

IT WORKS WOOP WOOP 🙌 

OK HES BACK

BASH THAT MACHINE BESTIES GOOO!!!

Ok so they are splitting up…

Go Constance!

Run run run!!!

WAIT WAIT BUDDY?!????

BUDDY BORIS SAVED HER!!!!

YEAHHH BYE BUDDY BYE BABY!!!

R UN CONSTANCE

Noooooo they ink creatures now :(((

KEEP IT UP CONSTANCE!!! 

Hitchhiking time…

Oh no

Oh snap

EXCUSE ME

MR JOEY THE DREW PLEASE

😡😡😡😡

Welp she dead

Well that ended badly

Solid plan tbh too bad Joey was there

Crap I liked Constance

Oooo they moving the machine oooo

Well! Book 2 read!! Really the same as the last one, all the same feedback. Uhhh, I liked the difference in character pov, really helped flesh out the story! Also a 10/10! 

Fade to Black (book 3)

- Alright guys, we’re back for book 3!

Ok, we are starting with our girl MC Rose, I like her, I like her

So when is this set????

After The Lost ones Probably 

Ok… she’s getting a job! Good for her!!

Ooo yeah I like her optimism!

Hey new friend!!!

JOEY I SEE U

J O E Y D R E W

NOT

NOT NEW FRIEND

THATS NOT A FRIEND THATS JOEY DREW

anyway

Oooooo wait another new friend! Gladys!!

Oh poor girl

Oh poor baby

Nooooo Rosie it’s ok you won’t get fired 🥺🥺

Shes such a sweetie omggg

JOEY WHEN I GET YOU JOEY 

JOEYYYY YOU MADE HER CRYYY 😡

Oh ok good Shes not fired

But she’s getting moved to Joeys show

That might be worse actually 

SHE HAS A STALKER???

IS IT TOM???

Idk????

Ohhhh nah don’t say yes to the experiments

Crap she said yes

I feel so sorry for her family guys her younger brother seems so sweet

This is gonna make me cry

I just know it

Ok so she has the TV now

And she met that Ethan guy

Now Shes getting lessons????

Yay good 4 her

Oooo TV PARTY

This can only end badly

Them glasses kinda sketchy as heck

BABY BENDY

BABY BENDY MENTIONED‼️‼️‼️

Ok but JOEY DREW WHEN I GET U JOEY

ok so Creepy English Stalker Guy makes a reappearance

WAIT THATS THE TRAIN FROM BATDR

WOOOOOO ITS COMING FULL CIRCLE 

that was not a pun

Ok so Creepy English Stalker Guy is actually good

His name is NOT Tom he is ACTUALLY Archie

He is an ink creature??? Kind of???

OH so it’s GENT 

ok so she’s went to a party

And ALLISON WAS THERE

Allison’s such a sweetheart actually 

BUT ALSO

WILSON

WAS

THERE

WILSON

being his Creepy ‘sweeeetttt *hack* Audreyyyyy *cough cough*’ self

Guess what he’s younger tho

So I guess he’s just always been like that

Anyway blah blah blah also Ethan gets fired

For breaking Joeys super special glasses

And then she left and hallucinated a train (the one mentioned in BATDR) and almost threw herself onto the train tracks but her Stalker who is called Archie and is a sweetie caught her

And OH her brother is hallucinating Bendy and hurting ppl

So yeah it’s the glasses

ALSO DOT IS BACK‼️‼️‼️

Dot my babygirl

SHE ESCAPED ‼️‼️‼️😩

So yeah she has THE ILLUSION OF LIVING

So Rose is reading it 

Um

Yeah the Joeys goddamn books trash guys

Ok so Dot Rose and Archie are meeting at a cafe

So they are telling each other they’re stories

And ARCHIE WAS A GENT EXPERIMENT

ok so this has HUGE lore implications 

So this ties in with secrets of the machine and Riley

SO ROSE DOT AND ARCHIE ARE GONNA BREAK IN AND DESTROY THE INK MACHINE THATS IN THE BASEMENT

this isn’t gonna go we’ll chat

I remember the last time someone tried to destroy this machine 

(Hint hint, it was book 2)

OH NO

OH SNAP

ETHAN GOT KNOCKED OUT BY ARCHIE

ARCHIE FREAKING DIED OR WENT BACK TO THE NETHER WORLD OR WHATEVER 

ROSE AND DOT ARE PLAYING TUG OF WAR WITH ETHANS BODY WITH THE INK DEMON

CRAP THEY ARE KILLING ETHAN

ETHAN IS GETTING RIPPED APART WHAT

WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON

CRAP LET GO!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOO ETHAN DIED

THE INK DEMON GOT HIM

ROSE AND DOT RUNNNN

ok ok they got out

Rose is going home

ROSES BROTHER TRIED TO STAB THEIR MOM

BENDY GRHHHHH

ITS BENDYS FAULT

wait wait wait so Shes going into the nether realm to find her bro

THE PROJECTIONEST

YOOOOOO NORMAN MY MAN 🙌🙌🙌

Sammys not herreeee 😭😭😭😭😭😩😩😩😩

OH she found him!!! Her brother yeahhhhh

She found ARCHiE!!!

THERES OTHER PEOPLE

THEY ALL HAVE TO ESCAPE NOW

WAIT

J O E Y D R E W

ITS J O E Y

JOEYS GOT THE IDEA TO MAKE THE CYCLE OMG OMG OK OK ITS HAPPENING 

THE INK DEMONS COMING

WALK ON AIR ROSIE U CAN DO IT

THEY MADE IT OUT

THEYRE AT HOME

OMG OMG

PLOT TWIST

LEAVE ME ON A CLIFFHANGER WHAT

NOOOOOOO

ok ok books over

OK GUYS THAT WAS A RIDE. Ok so first of all, same feedback as the last two books, it’s so good, written amazingly, ect. Definitely darker in this one, literally a guy got ripped apart in human tug of war so um. Ties in the rest of the books really well, huge lore stuff happening, so I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens next game!!!

Overall way better than the FNAF books and I think Adrienne Kress really stepped up here and shined as a writer and I can’t wait to read more! 

Really disappointed Alice didn’t make an appearance but I guess I can’t have everything.

Adrienne Kress make me a Alice Angel book RIGHT NOW 😩😩😩🙌🙌🙌🙌

[silly-n-deeply]

my grandad just died tonight

im gonna be 22 this year

im gonna graduate (i hope so) from university this year

ill have to work fr this year

i have only 2 best friends who live far from me and i mostly spend my time with my cousin who's already tired of me bc she's the most introverted person OR i spend time alone

and i still didn't even have sex lol

and i don't know what to do after my graduation

like all my life, i thought i'd die until i turned 18

then i thought damn im 18 wtf i don't know what to do with my pointless life why am i still alive

then i thought okay just wait until 27 and then it's gonna be over finally but then i realized that waiting for an end is so fucking annoying

okay i dont even know how to finish THIS post

anyway, enjoy

[eridanus-posessed-microwave]

My dudes.

As an Aboriginal Australian whose family still deals with the trauma and who has lost culture, family and mob from the white Australia policy, colonisation and the stolen generation.

Please. Please understand.

If we say something like ‘please don’t use abo, either put the slashes in so it’s A/B/O or use omegaverse because to an indigenous Australian it is akin to calling an African American the N word’

I’m not invalidating you. I’m using a gods damned analogy.

Telling me it’s disrespectful because it’s not the same.

Look up black birding. Look up the stolen generations. Look up the white Australia policy.

You don’t want to do that- watch rabbit proof fence.

And remember- the girls shown in that movie? It’s their story.

Using an analogy that people know- and I hope to gods everyone knows that the N word, unless you are African American, the n word should not be used- because it points out the severity of it.

So please. If someone says ‘don’t call this cultural group a slur made to dehumanise them because it is the same as calling an African American the n word’ don’t argue with them or tell them they are being disrespectful.

Don’t tell them they don’t know.

Cos honestly? I know a lot more about the cultural struggles and slavery of African people by the English then most people know about Indigenous Australians and the attempted genocide and forced labour.

Kids were still taken away from their families into the 1960’s, never to be returned.

My own family- well. Let’s talk about that. My great-great grandmother? Was twelve when she had her first child.

Her daughter- my great grandmother? Was thirteen. After twelve pregnancies? Her white husband died. So she lied to keep her kids. “No sir, I’m Javanese. I’m not black fella.”

My grandad and his siblings would watch their cousins be dragged away screaming and never saw them again.

Those kids would have likely been adopted into white families- and often not told they were Aboriginal.

But we don’t know the harm a word can cause.

The picture I’ve added? It’s Aboriginal people.

This is ‘not slavery’ in the eyes of some.

If anyone can tell me how to cover pics I would appreciate it. It is disrespectful to view images of our people after they have died but I refuse to have my cultural history invalidated.

[softshuji]

My neighbor passed away a few days ago, and it got me thinking a lot about grief in general. I remember when we were really young and ww used to play in her garden and she had a rose bush she used to tend to a lot and she used to chase us from her garden, and one time my brother tried jumping the fence and tore his trousers on it and my mom was so mad. And even though it's been so long since we'd last see her, and she was old and frail now, it's always gonna be the thing j remember her by, and how sometimes, I felt like I knew her and she knew me and us better than my own grandma, so it felt more a blow than losing my own grandma in 2015. But then I thought. I don't believe that people ever really die y'know. I don't believe they're ever really gone and maybe it's because I'm Muslim and in the quran it says exactly that, that they're just gone from one place to another, back to god, but for me it's a quiet comfort that the essence of someone and all that they are is still here. People who've died don't disappear, and often you might catch a glimpse of them somewhere. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of my grandad in some old man on the street and I'll remember it's not him, but that I still remember what he looked like and that he used to take out his false teeth to scare my brothers sometimes and that even though we had a lot of conflict, he was nice to me sometimes. I hope that when I die, that's how it is for me too. I hope that people still see me in things and remember me as someone who was good, that at least I made people smile when I was alive and that my life meant something to them. I'm not sure, it just helps me to live to think that maybe when I die, the essence of me will live on in everything.

[mrabubu]

Thank you for your drawing and sharing what youve been through. I was close to my gram and she died suddenly a few years back but I was with her the day before she died and she told me how much she misses my grandad, and I regret not being able to give her the comfort before she suddenly died the next day, so I can understand slightly on having regrets. Not exactly what you’ve experience but I can kinda relate

I keep coming back to your 40 anniversary Leo drawing and the experience you’ve gone through, it’s hard not being able to say the things you really want to before it’s to late, so thank you again for sharing something so intimate.

As always your art is amazing and you can really feel the emotions coming off each piece. I hope your feeling better ❤️

Thank you, too~ I'm glad if I'm able to express my emotions through my art and people feel it.

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

im sending u a good thought on anon. i hope u get a good nights sleep tonight. i hope whatevers been bothering you stops weighing you down for a while. i hope something happens soon that makes you genuinely happy. okayyy byeee again

Anon I'm gonna guess that this is in reply to the thing i just posted about people being rude on anon but also completely context-free this ask has really tickled me because "whatevers been bothering you" is the fact that my grandad died a few days ago and it's just. The wording. Anon I love you.