#i finally calmed down after talking to my mom and brother but oh my god

[sunlightfeeling]

i still cant believe it…y’all……..

I GUESS IM GOING TO JAPAN?!?!? 😭😭😭

[simonrileysfavteacup]

Nightmares

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x wife!reader

Word count: 831

Warnings: Dad!Simon, Mom!reader, simon being a good daddy, simon talking like the british bitch he is, and ur son being named tommy after simon's brother

Summary: When Simon gets home late from a mission, everything in your house is supposed to be silent. Except your son.

Simon steps into the quiet home, sighing as he leaves Ghost at the door. Everything came tumbling off his shoulders as he takes in the smell of baked cookies, assuming you had baked for your little boy, Tommy. 

He checks the fridge, and yup, cookies. Chocolate chip, sitting on a plate. Soft, the only way 7-month old Tommy could eat them.

He hesitates but shuts the fridge again, deciding against eating sugar for dinner. Especially not something you made for the sweet little boy you were raising. 

He sighs. It’s late at night, no one’s awake. He’s going to bet you’re curled up in your duvet, Tommy curled up in his own nursery, in his crib. The crib Simon built. 

He’s halfway through a glass of water when he hears a whine from upstairs. A soft whine, but still reaches his super soldier ears. Coming from the cracked open door of his sons bedroom. He walks upstairs slowly, as Tommy’s whines get louder. Until they reach a cry. 

He assumes you haven’t waken up yet, with all intentions of calming Tommy down before you do wake up. 

He pushes the cracked door open until he sees his baby boy crying against the bar of his crib. Simon smiles, walking over and reaching out to pick up Tommy. 

Tommy’s eyes lock on Simon’s. For a second, he’s quiet. And Simon thinks he’s alright. 

But then Tommy wails louder than ever before. 

More than enough to wake you up in the next room. 

He keeps wailing even when Simon puts a hand on him and when Simon picks him up, he thrashes around and almost kicks Simon. 

And that’s when Simon realizes he never took off his gear. 

Or his mask. 

He practically rips it off his head, throwing it somewhere across the nursery. He strips off all his clothing until he’s left in just a tight shirt and his tactical pants. “‘S me! ’S daddy. ‘S jus’ daddy!” 

Tommy’s wails calm down as he sees his fathers face and he finally reaches for him. Tiny hands grabbing at his father. 

Simon picks him up, holding him against his chest, cooing at him. “Nightmare?” 

He assumes Tommy’s sniffles means a yes. 

“I have ‘em too, bud. Don’ worry, yer mama will take good care of ya. She always takes good care of me,” Simon smiles at the little boy. “Trus’ her.”

Little to Simon’s knowledge, hearing your son’s cries, you had woken up, yawning as you walked to his room, wondering what on earth could possibly have bothered him now. 

He was changed, fed, tired…what could he possibly need? 

Oh. Daddy’s comfort. Forgot that.

You stand outside the room, watching Simon as he rocks the baby back to sleep, cooing soft nothings to him. You smile, leaning against the doorframe as your actions finally take Simon out of his stare into his son’s eyes. 

He turns, looking at you standing at the door. “Lovie.”

You bite back a happy squeal as you walk over to him, ducking into the arm that wasn’t holding Tommy. Resting a hand on Simon’s back, you bring your free hand up to rest on Tommy’s little belly, tickling him softly. “He would not go to sleep today, don’t know what his problem was. He kept wanting to be fed and then he cried over and over for toys and tummy time and god, he’s insane. He started sitting the other day and now, he won’t stop sitting in his crib and whining! Can you believe his attitude?” 

“Well, he is yer son,” Simon chuckles softly. 

You roll your eyes, “He’s just as petty as his daddy. Isn’t that right, bubby?”

The little boy giggles as you tickle him again. You look back up at Simon. He gives you a soft smile. “He go’ scared of my mas’. Ya thin’ he can’ recognize me?”

“No, he’s just been cranky. He’s seen you in your mask before, it’s not abnormal. He’s just a weird little boy,” you shrug. “Probably just got scared ‘cause the lights were off.”

“Thin’ he’s ready to go down again?” he asks, motioning to the crib. You nod and Simon sets him down, patting him on his chest. The boy lets out a loud gurgle, flashes of white between his pink lips from teething. 

You and Simon walk back to your shared bedroom, sighing as you lie down, Simon heading to shower. 

When he gets out, he slips on a pair of sweatpants and climbs into bed, curling into you. “Missed ya.”

“Ditto,” you smile, running a hand through his hair. “Did you eat?”

“Nah. Saw yer cookies though. Coulda’ ate ‘em, but figured they were Tom’s,” he cups your cheek, pulling your lips to his. “Ya two had fun while I was gone?”

“Mhm, watched sooo many episodes of Ms. Rachel, skipped over all the daddy parts,” you tease. “He’ll be saying mama in a month.”

“No’ if I go’ anythin’ to do with it.”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[2:49 am]

(cw: mentions of sex but there’s none I promise)

"Agh! Oh fuck!" You heard, even through the flat pillow pressed to your ear.

You were frustrated, on the brink of angry crying. Sometimes you hated being at the frat house, and this was one of those moments. These moments didn't happen often. One, because fratboy!Jaehyun often spent the night at your dorm, or two, his frat brothers weren't fucking at 2- nearly 3 in the morning!

You couldn't even tell who it was and you didn't want to know, all you wanted was to fall asleep and hope that you didn't hear this girl moaning in your sleep.

But it didn't happen, in fact, you started hearing bumping against the wall. God, this was awful.

You sat up angrily, ripping the comforter off your body and got out of the bed.

Jaehyun blinked his eyes open groggily, "Baby? What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes to find a sense of calm and only felt brief relief of your burning eyes. "I'm going home," you answered bluntly.

You moved around the room, pulling on one shoe while grabbing one of Jaehyun's hoodies.

Jaehyun got out of bed, too stumbling after you, clearly tired and confused. "It's like 3 in the morning, you're not going home right now."

"Exactly! I've been laying on a mattress barely thicker than a textbook, with flat pillows, a sheet that clearly doesn't fit, and one of your disgusting frat brothers has decided this is the perfect time to fuck at normal volume. I'm just so tired!" You exclaim, tired tears filling your eyes.

Jaehyun's eyes widen in shock, he pulls you into a hug, rubbing a comforting hand up and down your back. When he finally listens in, he can hear the moans and grunts coming from nearby and wonders how that hadn't woken him up too.

"I'll handle all of it ok? You're not leaving, it's late and I'd rather you stay here. Just lay down, I'll get you another blanket, and you don't have to worry your pretty little head about anything else," he tells you before pressing a kiss to your forehead and leading you back to his bed.

He quickly adjusts the sheets, fluffing up his pillows, and lays out another blanket for you. He pulls some white noise machine he'd won as a white elephant gift out of the closet and puts on calming ocean noises on for you before he slips out of his room, making sure his door is closed behind him.

He walks down the hall until he finds the door where the noise is coming from. Haechan's door. He knocks for a while until the door opens to reveal a smiley, fully dressed, Haechan. "What's up, bro?"

Jaehyun raises his eyebrows as he peeks inside, there's no one there. "Did your girl escape through the window?" Jaehyun asks.

"What girl?"

"I heard you fucking bro. There was some girl moaning and you were banging on the wall. My girl has been awake for hours trying to sleep because of you," Jaehyun explains, running a tired hand down his face.

Haechan flushes bright red, he looks a little embarrassed, "So I was up gaming, but you guys get mad when I yell so I started playing porn really loud so you guys might understand more."

Jaehyun deadpans, "for four hours? Your ass can't hang that long. What the hell was the bumping into the wall?"

"Some fucking noob on my own team killed me," Haechan rolls his yes, "And yes I can hang. Ask your mom."

Jaehyun shoots him a look, crossing his arms across his chest, almost asking Haechan to keep talking about his mom.

"Sorry, I mean ask your girl. Night bro, tell our girl sorry. I'll make it up to her later," Haechan adds before quickly closing and locking his door. This fucking kid.

Jaehyun shuffles back to his room, tired and cold. He steps back into the room, confused when he hears whale noises before remembering his new white noise machine.

He pulls the covers back only to find you sprawled out across the mattress with a few inches of space left for him. He can't even resist the affectionate chuckle that escapes him. He slips into bed and you immediately turn into him unconsciously, cuddling him in your sleep.

He doesn't think he's ever going to love anyone as much as he loves you.

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[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

Word Count: 1.6k

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

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A/n: Oh-my-god, I am so sorry for the major delay! Trust me, I was in the middle of writing the chapter the same day I said I would post it, but being a mom is super-duper busy and they will always come first and I completely forgot to post the chapter, but here it is FINALLY.. My twins are now 3 so they’re acting like teenagers, but toddler form; super bossy, extremely demanding, always and I MEAN always keeping me on my feet. Plus, I had to re-write it as I didn’t like how the first attempt at chapter 14 sounded 😮‍💨 Anyways, I barely have time to write, but when I can, I hope you all enjoy it. I hope this chapter is up to your liking! More chapters are still on the way, A LOT MORE. Keep in mind, the Billy scene in previous chapters and this scene is my first time writing smut/smut related things… 😓😓😓 Lastly, Thank You ALL so much for getting me to 405 followers! I’m in disbelief 🫢💜

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Chapter 14

Gulping, you shakily took the phone off the counter, hanging it up and unplugged it from the wall, making sure no calls would come through anymore that night for her sake.

Looking over, you saw Sidney gripping at her brown hair, pulling it in every direction, her jaw clenched, yet, her teeth chattering; she wanted to scream, shout and cry, but couldn’t. Her pale features now a rouge from both exhaustion and terror. Her sanity seemed to slip away bit-by-bit each time Ghostface would call; preying on her, taunting her, humiliating her.

“What, what!?” Dewey came running from his room, waving a gun around in his white t-shirt and blue and white striped boxers.

Tatum tsk-ed at her brother’s tardiness, pushing passed him to follow Sidney.

You rubbed the nape of your neck, placing your other hand on Dewey’s shoulder, “Next time.. maybe be a little quicker.” You laughed, half-heartedly, trying to make light of the situation, seeing how confused Dewey seemed to be.

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“(Y/n) (L/n) and Sidney Prescott who were both…”

Before the news reporter finished his sentence, Dewey shut the tv off, pulling a chair out from the kitchen table, sitting down.

“Billy was released.”

Your ears perked at the sound, relief washing over.

Sidney’s eyes lit up, but she still clearly had her doubts.

“His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls..” Dewey stated, grabbing a carton of milk before pouring some of it into his coffee. “We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey finished, taking a long gulp of his un-sweetened drink before continuing. “(Y/n), Sidney..” He eyed both of you, “Any calls made to you two or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced, it’s going to take some time, but we’ll find him.”

Tatum nudged you and smiled at Sidney.

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Dewey pulled into the school lot with ease, parallel parking at the curb.

He got out and opened the door for you and Sidney.

You smiled at him, thanking him quietly, and he tilted his hat at you as Sidney got out next.

However, your smile quickly faded, seeing a reporter running towards your side; most likely to ambush both you and Sidney about what happened.

“(Y/n) how does it feel to know the murderer is lusting after you and nearly butchering your friends? Do you know who the killer is, are you a part of his twisted game?” A red head asked, shoving a mic at you, accusing you of being his partner-in-crime.

You scoffed, irritated, but somehow calm, honoured that she knows the killer wants you.

“What about you, Sidney? How does it feel to be almost brutally killed?”

Sidney bit her lip, already wanting to cry.

Dewey stepped in front, shoving the reporter away.

“Hey, leave them alone!” He shouted, towering over the petite woman.

She stumbled back, but wasn’t giving up.

“People want to know. They have a right to know!”

You, Tatum and Sidney bolted, getting away from all the interrogations this woman was sure to have up her sleeves.

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You were pressed against a locker; your mid back arched causing your torso to move forward; and your arms folded, pushing your breasts together, making them pop out.

“This is a mistake, I shouldn’t be here…” Sidney huffed, grabbing her books and slamming her locker door shut.

You sighed, plopping a sucker in your mouth; twirling the red treat around your tongue, pursing your lips tightly around it and without meaning to, your eyes landed on Stu who was already watching you.

You blushed and he smirked, liking how you looked with your mouth full.

“I want you to meet me right here after class, okay, Sid?” Tatum spoke and Sidney nodded.

“Hey, Stu, I haven’t seen Billy around… is he really pissed?”

Stu tore his gaze from you, looking at Sidney.

“Oh, you mean after you branded him the Candyman?”

You shoved Stu slightly, giving him a glare.

He winced, “No, his heart’s broken—“

Suddenly a scream was heard and the four of you looked into the direction it came from, spotting a student running down the hall dressed as Ghostface.

You blushed again, seeing the full cloaked figure and that ghostly-white mask again.

‘Fuck, that’s hot.’ You smirked slightly, turning your head to the side, trying to subtly check out the student who’s dressed up like the murderer, you let out a quiet “Mmph” squeezing your thighs together.

Unbeknownst to you, Stu heard your moan, and knew exactly what you were doing with your thighs. Luckily, the others did not, but he is so glad that he did. He can smell the hormones leaking off of you; they were practically oozing with want for the cloaked-killer.

He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement.

“Why are they doing this?” Sidney spoke, watching the student run away.

Stu, glanced at you, “Are you kidding me? Look at this place, it’s like Christmas!” He laughed, a devious smirk prying at his lips as the comment was directed at you. You were his Christmas, knowing the woman he wants is full blown horny for him, for Ghostface.

Tatum huffed, hitting him with the lollipop you had given her prior, “Stupidity leak.”

“Hey!” Stu shrieked, immediately looking at his girlfriend, while the school bell blared, signalling the start of class and students were quick to get going.

Sidney ran down the hall, upset at Stu’s comment and Tatum ran after her. You sighed, looking down, picking up your bag in the process. You went to go wave ‘bye’ to Stu, but he vanished.

“Huh?” You mumbled out loud, seeing how he was gone and so was every other student that was there nearly two minutes ago. “That’s my cue…”

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Tapping your fingers against your hip, you hummed to the tune of ‘Your Dead’ by Norma Tanega.

You stopped in front of the janitors closest to reach for your Walkman that was in your bag, wanting to blare the song in your ears, hoping that actually listening to the catchy tune would make it stop repeating itself inside your head.

Though, the universe had other plans…

You felt the door swing open, hitting you, knocking you out of the way, making you drop your only source of music.

Soon after, a hand covered your mouth and an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the closet.

A scream hitched in your throat as the unknown figure flicked the light on, revealing who the culprit was…Stu.

“Stu, what the actual fuck was that for!?” You narrowed your eyes, clenching your fist, ready to punch him out of fear.

He laughed, but soon afterwards told you to be quiet, locking the door behind him as he stepped forward.

“Shh, I don’t want anyone to hear us.” He whisper-yelled, getting closer to you, placing both hands on either side of your arms.

He was a good two-to-three feet taller than you.

“I saw you, you know…” He bit his lip again, rolling the flesh with his teeth, gripping your arms tighter.

You looked up at him, confused, not sure what he meant, however, a part of you knew where this might be going.

“The way your face went red, how you rubbed your thighs together..” He taunted, poking your nose, “Let’s not forget that sweet-little moan you let out when you saw that student…” He leaned into the crease of your collarbone, nipping at the skin, the coolness of his lips penetrating your warmth.

Your face was hot with yearn, but also embarrassment. “The student who was dressed as the Woodsboro slasher…” He grinned, feeling you shiver at his touch.

“W-what—“ You began, trying to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about; ashamed that you were caught. You were quickly silenced by Stu pressing his lips against yours, his bulge pushing up against your side.

His fingers danced across your arms to the string of your grey tank top, ripping it from your body with force as the sound of the thin material shredding lingered in your ears. Fortunately for Stu, you didn’t have a bra on…

Your breasts jiggled from the impact, bouncing in place which caused a small guttural growl to emit from Stu’s throat.

Stu immediately grabbed your boob in his right hand, rubbing his thumb across the perky bud, while his other hand gripped at your bare side, his fingers digging into your ribs.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the finger prints you already had bruised into your skin. They almost lined up with his own marks, but his were slightly bigger. Stu only quirked a brow, continuing to fondle your breast, not wanting to ruin the moment by asking.

Stu trembled at the thought of someone else having you, but he was sure to find out who and kill him.

“M-mm..” You let out a breathy moan, making Stu lose track of his thoughts,“But T-Tatum—“ you stuttered, holding back another sound as he slid his hand into your shorts, rubbing your clit through the silk of your panties.

He hooked his finger under the band, pulling you even closer, his forehead pressing up against your own.

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[conradfisherismine]

Why not me? Part 1?

TW: unloving mother towards reader, Conrad being a dick

Conrad fisher x reader

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Sitting with my head resting on the wall I flush the toilet. That’s the third time I’ve thrown up today. Knowing that I’m pregnant just makes me want to cry, not because I don’t want the baby but more so the fact that my sister can’t decide witch brother she wants. The one that took my virginity away and got me pregnant all in one night, or the one that kinda looks like a puppy. Don’t get me wrong I love jere but he does look like a lost puppy sometimes.

I don’t even know what going on with Conrad, one day he’s fucking me and the next morning “it was a mistake and never should have happened.” Who fucking takes someone’s virginity and then drops them. URGGGGGGG. He makes me so mad sometimes. The only person who knows I’m pregnant is Steven, he barged in the bathroom when I was taking the test; then waited with me once he found out what happened.

Let me take us back a bit to when we arrived to the house.

Getting out of the car I take a nice long breath in, “I’m finally home.” I mumble to myself. Not that anyone would have payed attention to anything I say anyway, my family doesn’t care about me much… well except for Steven Susannah came bolting out of the house at full speed. “ they’re here!” She yelled over to the boys. Jeremiah runs over to belly, looks over her for a second the picks her up and twirls her in the air. “ awh bells I missed you so much!”

Few moment later

“You know what time it is” Steven says with the smirk visible in his voice. “Belly flop time!!!” The three boys scream at the absolute top if they’re lungs. Belly tries to make a run for it but Conrad catches her. Urg the way he grabbed her waist made my heart shatter. I’ve loved Connie since before I can remember, my sister claims to have loved him since we were 11 but I sorta feel like that’s not true. She would always tell me that she didn’t want him and that she loved him like a brother.

Belly and I had huge glow ups this year. I let my hair grow out this winter too, I never really liked it that long anyways it just felt like the thing to do. Ignoring the fact that neither of the boys said hi to me, I made my way inside hopping mom and Susannah would let me talk with them for a little bit.

It’s been 10 minutes and I hear the back door open, then I see Steven and Jeremiah walk in.

“Hey y/n I missed you. Did your hair get longer?” Jeremiah says as he walks over and lightly threads his fingers thought my hair.

“Yes jere bear I’ve been growing it out over the winter, I actually kinda like it longer.” I’ve always called Jeremiah jere bear since we were little, the odd time when I’m aggravated by him or upset I’ll call him Jeremiah but other then that it’s always “jere bear” or “miah”.

All of a sudden I’m being overcome by a cold wet blanket.

“BELLY, I’m going to kill you!”

“Jeez calm down y/n/n” Conrad mumbles

Belly finally lets go after some bickering and I run upstairs to get changed, I’m suddenly felling self conscious once I get into my room and look in the mirror. My white top is completely see through and you can see all my stretch marks.

So many bad thoughts start running through my head;” he’s never going to want you” or ” you look ugly”oh and the best one”just kill yourself they would all be better without you anyway”. My feet feel planted into the floor, it feels like theres quick sand under my feet and me going further into the sand the more the bad thoughts get to me.

Knock knock knock

“One second!” I call out as I quickly through a sweater on.

“Come in”

“You alright y/n, you seemed stressed out earlier when belly was hugging you.” Steven expressed his concern as he made his way over to my bed.

“Yea, I’m fine she was just getting me wet and I didn’t like it. Plus i was wearing a white shirt, last time I checked white plus water equals see through.” I say with sass loaded in my voice.

“Whatever,I’m out.” God he confuses me sometimes.

Time skip to after dinner

I haven’t really touched anything on my plate but no one says anything to me anyways they just keep taking to each other, that is until I stand up and go to walk away.

“Y/n where are you going, you know not to leave the table till everyone left and you have cleared the table.” My mom sneers. I just sit back down not wanting to escalate the situation. Jere looks at me with a glint of pity but it’s quickly gone when belly starts talking to him again. After everyone’s gone and left their dishes on the table even tho Susannah insisted on helping me, mom just dragged her away telling them that this was my job from now on. God I feel so unloved. After I’ve put the dishes in the dish washer, put the leftovers in containers in the fridge, and cleaned the table I finally get to relax. I make my way outside thinking I would be the only one out there at this time at night, only to find Conrad sitting at the edge of the pool smoking a joint.

“Thought you said smoking was for losers and it made you dumber.”

“I did that was before I found out how good it made me feel.” We went back and forth a little bit then after a while he patted the spot next to him.

“Sit you must be tired of standing by now.”

I pull up the bottom of my pants a bit then take a seat next to him putting my feet in the pool. Maybe feeling so unloved was why I let it happen but what I remember was Conrad saying all these things that made me think he wanted me, then me being in he’s bed. He slowly started to take my clothes off knowing it was my first time and what I thought was an act of kindness must not really have been. After getting me down to just my panties he looks up at me for consent and I nod my head you can imagine the rest.

1 month later/ present time

I brush my teeth and leave the bathroom wishing I didn’t let that day happen, I go back to my room curl up in bed with my blanky yes I’m a 16 year old who still has a blanket., and start crying the tears feel like they’re never going to stop. I feel the bed dip beside me and I try to hold in my tears till I realize it’s Steven and he closed the door behind him, then I just turn over into his embrace and cry as he rubs my back.

“I heard you throwing up, I had to come make sure you were ok.” He whispers loud enough I can hear it but not loud enough someone else will hear.

“Susannah wanted me to come ask you if you wanted to come mini putting with us and on my way up I heard but didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Okay” my voice comes out all raspy from all the crying I’ve done.

“Good get dressed wipe those tears I know you’re sad about what happened but he doesn’t deserve your tears.” I nod as I wipe my face and get up making my way to my closet, Steven makes his way out of my room.

I walk down the stairs to see everyone putting their shoes on and getting ready to go when Susannah sees me.

“Y/n I’m glad you decided to join us, I was a little worried when I heard you throw-“. Steven doesn’t let her finish asking if we should go now that I’m ready. We end up deciding to take two cars to fit everyone.

“ I call driving!” Belly kinda screams.

“Ha funny. No!” Mom says sarcastically. “I’m driving beck can sit passenger, belly, Steven and Jeremiah can sit in the back.”

“ Wait mom i don’t thi-“

“No arguing Steven I don’t want that stupid brat in my car any longer then she has to be and Conrad knows how to drive so they’ll be fine.” Mom says with a tone so calm but strict that I flinched.

“ I’m sorry y/n/n, it’ll be okay just don’t talk to him.” Steven whispers in my ear. I look over at Conrad but he seems upset that I was looking at him, not that I’m surprised he hasn’t really talked to me since that night. When he does it’s just snide remark’s about the way I’m eating or sitting or really anything that involves me being in the same room as him. It makes me cry at night thinking about that night and how nice and “loving” he was, turns out I was just stupid and naive. Jeremiah must have seen me look at the floor and sigh that I was gonna be alone with Conrad cuz he cherps up

“ I’ll go with con and y/n/n.”

“No you don’t have to jere. You can come with us don’t feel obligated to be with that pig.” My mom says like she really cares about him not being with me.

“ I don’t even think Connie should be with her but someone unfortunately invited her so someone has to drive her there.”

“ If it’s such a problem I can stay here.” I whisper like if I talk any louder I’ll be in trouble.

“There will be no such thing happening y/n, you are coming with us. Laur stop being so mean to your daughter.” She says lovingly towards me then strictly to my mom.

“ I want to go with them it’ll be okay” Jeremiah says confidently without hesitation.

The 2 fisher boys sitting up front with me in the back. This is better than sitting up front with him I guess.

“Could you get your big fat head off my window.” Conrad snaps at me. I flinch. I can feel the tears in my eyes I mumble a sorry and just remove my head from the window looking down at my hands.

“That wasn’t very nice Conrad.” Jeremiah exclaims.

“It’s okay I’m used to it miah.” I whispered lightly. Conrad seems taken aback by what I said but just keeps his eyes on the road.

Jeremiah sighs “ You shouldn’t be. I don’t get why Laurel treats you the way she does.”

“ Cause I’m worthless, and I’m not good enough for anyone. It’s always gonna be belly. Right Conrad.” I mumble feeling the tears streaming down my face. Conrad just scruffs.

When we get to the mini putt I wait for everyone before grabbing a golf club. I grab the one with the purple end. Steven hands me a purple ball he knows me so well. As I start walking behind the group so no one makes anymore comments about me because I don’t think I could take anymore right this second with the pregnancy hormones and the fact that I just stopped crying. Susannah turns around and looks around as if looking for someone.

“Y/n where are you.” Then she sees me. “Oh there you are come here.” She pulls me towards her not caring about the glares she’s getting from my mom. I don’t think she wants me over here but Susannah seems content with me here so I guess I’ll stay.

[topazy]

Tomorrow’s promise

Pairing: Shane Walsh x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Chapter: 2.03

“What’s red and bad for your teeth?”

T-Dog let out a groan and rolled his eyes before mumbling under his breath that he couldn’t handle another one. Glenn had been telling bad jokes non-stop on the drive to the Greenes' farm to try and lighten the tension in the car. You go to answer him but catch sight of a house with lights on and think, “That must be it.”

Soon after Glenn stopped the car, Jace began to grumble against you. You let out a sigh and told Glenn and T-Dog to go on ahead.

You struggle to calm Jace down as he starts to cry from what you suspect is tiredness. “I’m sorry, baby,” you say, kissing the top of his head. “I will find you somewhere to sleep soon, I promise.”

You turn to face the house to see the brunette woman from before giving you a sympathetic smile, “It’s y/n, right?”

Unable to speak, you nod. The fear of finding out how Carl felt terrified you. What if he was dying? or already dead?

She opened the door and motioned for you to follow her. “I’ll take you to your family.”

—

You follow Maggie upstairs and into a bedroom, letting out a loud gasp when your eyes land on Carl. The paleness of his skin made him look dead. “Oh my god.”

Rick stood up and weakly walked towards you, asking, “Where’s Jace?”

“Downstairs with Glenn. What the hell happened?” You look at Carl again and notice the absence of his mom. “Where’s Lori?”

“She needed a moment,” he says before sitting back down. “There was an accident. A man named Otis was hunting, and the bullet went through a deer and hit Carl. The bullets split into multiple pieces.”

Warm tears flow down your cheeks as you sit down beside Rick, squeezing his hand tightly. “What are they gonna do?”

“They didn’t have all the equipment they needed to operate, so Otis took Shane to go find it, but if they aren’t back soon-”

Rick stops talking as his lips begin to tremble at the sentence forming in his mind. You move to lean over and wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder. You don't know how long the two of you will sit like that. Your chest tightens with worry for Carl and Shane. It was always hard to see Rick upset, but you’d never seen him so broken-looking before. Your big brother needed you more than ever, but you didn’t know how to help. You look at him with tearful eyes, your heart breaking further when you realize that nothing could fix this aside from Carl pulling through. “He’s going to make it. He's a Grimes. It’s what we do.”

“But what if he doesn’t?”

You had no idea if your sweet nephew would make it through the night, but you couldn’t let the fear of him dying win. “He’s strong and has a good fighting chance.”

—

You don’t remember falling asleep, but at some point you’d close your eyes because the last thing you remembered was sitting beside your brother, and now you were woken by the sight of Carl having a seizure on the bed. Rick holds Lori as she sobs. Hershel had instructed that the only thing they could do was let him ride it out.

When he finally stopped seizing, Hershel checked his vitals. “His brain isn’t getting enough blood. His pressure is bottoming. He needs another transfusion.”

“Okay, I’m ready,” your brother says, sounding weaker than before.

“If I take any more out of you, your body could shut down; you could go into a coma or cardiac arrest.”

“You’re wasting time.”

Reluctantly, Hershel agrees. “Stop!” You roll up your sleeve and hold your arm out and say, “We’re the same blood type; take it from me.”

Hershel ignores your brother as he tries to argue against it. You flinch at the feeling of the needle going into your arm and the sensation of having blood taken from you.

—

You watch with a sickly feeling as Hershel and a blonde woman named Patricia prep the room to start operating on Carl. Hershel may have been a trained vet, but he was doing his best to keep Carl alive, and for that, you couldn’t have been more grateful.

“Oh, god,” Rick pushes the curtains open just as a light shines in through them. ���They’re back.”

All of you aside from Patricia, who stays with Carl Rush outside, Shane comes to a halt, gets out of the truck, and hobbles over with the ventilator. He hands Hershel the equipment, “Carl?”

“There’s still a chance.”

You stand beside him, letting your hand rest on his back as he tries to keep his composure. You notice Hershel looking around with a mixture of dread and confusion in his eyes. “Otis?”

Shane lowers his head and says, “No.”

Both Hershel and Maggie look devastated by the news. “We say nothing to Patricia,” the older man instructed. “Not until after. I need her.”

Shane and Rick hug each other, and during that moment, you and Lori share a knowing look. They need each other. When they stepped back, Shane explained what happened with a glazed look in his eyes. “They kept blocking us at every turn. We had nothing left. We were down to ten rounds. Then he said... he said he’d cover me and that I should keep going. So that’s what I did. I just kept going. But I... looked back and he... tried.”

Rick patted his shoulder. “He wanted to make it right.”

You walk towards Maggie and rub at her arm, trying to comfort her as she mourns Otis. You glanced over at Shane, who was desperately trying to avoid eye contact with you. In all the years you’d spent together, you’d learned that Shane could look someone in the eye and lie. He’s moving his head and arms around to make the story seem true, as if he were recreating the scene.

Exactly what he was doing now

—

You lightly knock on the bathroom door, “Shane, it’s me.”

You hear the click of the lock being undone, push the door open, and step inside to see Shane inspecting his body in the mirror for bruises. The shower was turned on, causing the room to fill with steam and the mirror to fog up. You stand beside him, watching his blank facial expression as his reflection disappears.

He licks his lips before finally saying, “Where’s Jace?”

“With Glenn,” he looks surprised by your answer but doesn’t say anything. You’d only known Glenn a short time, but he became one of the few people you trusted to watch your son.

A twisted lock of hair hangs over Shane’s forehead, you brush it back with your fingers. “He’s been crying since you left. I think he knew you were gone.”

Shane shakes his head and says, “He probably senses something is off.”

“What happened?”

His brown eyes appear almost black. “I’ve already told you. We were surrounded.”

“What did you do?”

His glare bores into your face, narrowed and seething as if he hated you, as if you were his enemy. You’ve only ever seen him like this once before. That night… You knew him too well to not know when he was consumed by guilt. You cup his chin and force him to face you and repeat the question, “What did you do?”

“I did what I had to do to save Carl.”

[bluemoonjayy]

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ

[𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟]

𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: ʏ/ɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ

[ANGST/FLUFF]

WARNINGS: Abusive parents, mentioning of suicide, physical violence and mentioning of it but not much cause I don't wanna traumatize people 😭

PLAYLIST:

Freaks by surf curse

Embrace by pastel ghost

Daddy issues by the neighborhood

Black out days by phantogram

[I RECOMMEND THE SLOWED VERSION]

BEFORE READING

- english is not my first language so if I make some mistakes tell me

- i never wrote an angst before so please don't judge :')

- this is inspired by my situation unfortunately so if you're in too I just wanted to say that I'm here if you wanna talk 🫶

⋆｡‧₊°♱༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻♱༉‧₊˚.⋆｡‧₊°♱༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻♱༉‧₊˚.

-we are tired of your behavior!- me and my parents are arguing as usual

They're abusive and hit me without a reason since I was a baby and this made me develop depression and really high switching moods

-you're tired? I should be tired of yours!- I scream meaning every word I said

I am infact tired of all of this

I used to be the most happy kid in the world when I was little and they managed to break her entirely like a piece of glass

She was too young to understand at the time but I'll take revenge for her

They won't hurt her ever again

Tears try to make their way down my cheeks

“I can do it, I know I can” I think

-you’re such an ungrateful bitch! We did so much for you and you pay us back like this?- my dad gets closer and I get scared

“Please don't hit me…”

In fact he does

He hits me in the face

Tears finally start to roll down my eyes and I feel my head hurting so bad

-we do this cause we love you- my mom says, worst excuse ever

-if you really loved me you wouldn't hurt me- I run to my room and close the door with my key so they won't enter

As soon as I do that I sit down with my back laying to the entrance

I need to escape

It's 10 pm and my parents are sleeping

I take the chance and get out of the house by the window to not wake them up

Bringing with me some clothes and other important things, I head myself to Chris and his brothers's house

He's my boyfriend and I know I can always count on him

I text him that I'm coming

15 minutes after

I knock at their home and Chris opens the door letting me in

-y/n, I love you and all but I need to know what happened- I never told them about the things that happen in my house

-fine...but first let's sit on the couch- we do as I say and I explain everything that has been going on with my parents and my mental health

You can tell by his face that he's angry at them, just hate for the actions that they did to this poor soul that just needed love and protection

The people that had to give them the most instead managed to break her whole

If he was them he would've treated her better

She's his everything and he won't tolerate to see his precious girl feel like that

-i don't know what to do...- I cry because of all the accumulated stress that I had

The boy hugs me, really worried for my mental and physical health

-honey, I'm here don't worry- he caresses my head slowly

I manage to calm down

He kisses my forehead

-thank you, love- I softly smile and he does too

-can I know why you didn't tell me before?- Chris asks

-i was worried that you wouldn't have believed me, like the others- I explain -nobody helped me so I tried to end it all some months ago but it didn't work...-

My boyfriend caresses my cheek and I close my eyes trying to relax for a moment, I don't want to cry again

-im gonna help you- he suddenly says -you can live with us so you won't see your parents again- I open my eyes and look at him

I couldn't believe it

-really? oh my god, thank you so much!- I kiss him, It was slow and passionate

Some seconds after we detach

-anything to see you happy- he takes my hands and I smile again

We head to his bed and lay on it cuddling till we both fall asleep

Its the beginning of something new

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳..˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳..˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.

It's really short so I apologize 😭🙏

BYE <3

[idontplaytrack]

✧ Bruises

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: violence, injury, coarse language, fluff, angst. Reader’s brother is an asshole, use of Jos’ powers.

In which reader’s sudden absence from school leads Jos to think that things aren’t as they seem

Requested? Yes / No

Thank you for your request. Enjoy <3

You were at school Monday, but Tuesday you weren’t- Jos receives a text from you that said that you weren’t feeling well. She says she wants to go over but you told her you were contagious so she’d stayed away. A few days went by now…Friday. Friday morning. Jos showed up at your front door and you were not expecting it.

“I should’ve known.” Jos scoffs, “I should’ve known…you’ve never told me to stay away from you when you’re sick. So spill, what the fuck happened here? Why are you covered in bruises?”

“Who’s at the door, y/n?”

Judging by how you tensed up upon hearing that voice, Jos’ instincts kicked in and she just pulled you out the door and shut it. “Jos, what are you doing?!”

“Saving your ass from whoever—.”

“My brother?” You scoffed, “It’s not gonna change. This isn’t the first time he’s used me as his punching bag just because life doesn’t go his way.”

“What…?” Jos was in disbelief, “Your brother did this to you? Oh, what the fuck—”

The front door swings open, “Oh, hi, Jos.” Your brother flashes a smile. It was so sweet, it made Jos want to immediately sucker punch him. “Cut the crap, Wyatt.” Jos spat, “You did this to your sister? For what? You failed a quiz? You got detention? A girl rejected you?”

Wyatt stayed somewhat composed until the last statement. He tried to punch you again, but Jos quickly raised her hand and activated her power. The zapping could be heard as she wiggled her fingers, “You wanna try me? I can literally fry you to death. And trust me, I will. You are a sicko for taking your bitterness on your own sister. Your ego’s bruised, so what? That is no reason to lay a hand on someone else. You don’t deserve any kindness.”

“Fuck you!” Wyatt screeched.

“I would puke in your mouth.” Jos scoffed, balling her fists and flexing her fingers. You saw the little zaps in between her fingers. And then, Wyatt gets zapped in the crotch, “I can keep going and going, until you won’t be able to feel a thing for the rest of your life. Try me. Go ahead.”

“I don’t get why you went for her when I was available?” Wyatt scoffs, acting unfazed. His eyes were now fixated on her chest, making your blood boil. You were wanting to run towards him to tackle him for this alone. “You’re scum.” Jos literally spat in his face, giving him one last jolt. With that, she pushes past him with you to go gather some of your belongings before she drove you to her place.

“You’re crazy.”

“No, baby.” Jos shook her head, “He’s the crazy one. Sick in the head.”

————

“Oh, my God, Jos. What happened—”

“Not now, Mom. She doesn’t need it.” Jos stops Margot and then carried on leading you to her room. Jos made sure you didn’t have any injuries that required urgent medical attention before letting you go to sleep. “I’m gonna go talk to my Mom, you just rest okay?”

“Could you cuddle with me, later please?”

“I will once I’m done filling my mom in, alright?” Jos promised, “Sleep tight.” Jos presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before exiting her room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Descending the stairs, Jos spots Margot sitting on the couch in the living room with a glass of wine in hand. “Mom, I know you have questions. So I’m just gonna tell you about what happened now, while I’ve finally got y/n to calm down and get some rest.”

“Okay, I’m listening.” Margot turned around to look at Jos, gesturing for her to join her on the couch.

“After Monday, y/n didn’t show up at school at all. I texted her and she said she was sick and contagious and didn’t want me to be there. But something in my gut just told me that something was going on— I couldn’t shake that feeling off and she was being so vague in her responses so I went over to her house. She answered the door, perfectly healthy but covered in bruises. Her brother then asked who was at the door, she tensed up. I pulled her out of the house and shut the door. But before we could leave, Wyatt, her brother showed up. He was being an asshole, he took out his anger and hatred for women, the world…on y/n. She was too scared to do anything after awhile because none of her pleas for him to stop, worked. So I- I zapped him because of all that and because he tried to come onto me.”

“Well, Wyatt definitely got what he deserved.” Margot says, a brow raised as she took a sip of her drink, “Did he hurt you too?”

“Oh, hell no. He wouldn’t dare.” Jos scoffed, “He’s a coward, only preying on people who he knew would be too scared to retaliate. But no one lays a hand on the girl I love. Let’s just hope that he’s finally learned that. Otherwise I’m going back there and frying the fuck out of his balls.”

Margot bit back a laugh, “While I am not against that, that would also get you in trouble with the law. So while we have the upper hand, we file a police report and have it on record. Okay?”

“Okay, I will-”

“We’ll talk to her together after she’s gotten some rest.” Margot assured.

“Alright, thanks Mama.” Jos gives Margot a hug before retreating to her room.

Jos enters her room and shut her door, walking up to her wardrobe to get a change of clothes. Quietly, she climbs into bed beside you after she was in a more comfortable outfit. Even though you were asleep, you could just feel her presence and you snuggled closer to her. Her hand rests on your back, rubbing it soothingly as you slept. She watches you sleep, feeling her heart ache at the sight of your battered face and body before her eyes. But she knew that you would be safer here- way safer. Jos would make sure of it, that no one would ever hurt you again. Ever.

[turtlesocksv2]

Kinnporsche Rewatch Finale Thoughts

Vegas is warning Porsche! He is telling Porsche that shit is going to go down! He likes Porsche!

The flashback is really well done. Namphueng just wanted freedom from the Theereapanyakul mess for herself and her kids. :( With Porsche hiding in the cabinet, do you think that Namphueng and Pat ran drills with Porsche about what to do if Korn and Gun showed up. Do you think they had code words. Do you think Namphueng knew she couldn't get away, not really.

Porsche is distressed by the incest reveal. Kinn is...confused. but he's confused about everything right now. Korn immediately walks back the incest reveal. Kinn is no less confused. Korn says he's the only one who understood Namphueng and immediately call bullshit. I think you're just as possessive of her as Gun is, sir! I don't think you cared about her at all!

Ok, wait, now the subtitles are consistently calling her Nampheung. can we PLEASE get a confirmation on how to spell this woman's name. my poor ADHD brain cannot handle this.

Korn said Nampheung took pills, he absolutely told her the kids were dead and Gun did it. Everything he says is shady as shit.

I have a lot of feelings about the scene where they find out Korn 'died' but the mostly consist of me going BROTHERS!!!! a lot. but also,i know it's been mentioned before, what the FUCK is that look that Kim gives Chan. Kim has to suspect this is all a ruse and that Chan is in on it, right? And Chan IS in on it, right?

Vegas warns Porsche a SECOND time! the storm is coming! Vegas likes Porsche!

The dick measuring contest between Chan and Gun is so good. Also, I fucking missed it the first time because i was looking at the subtitles and not prepared for Chan to follow Vegas in speaking English but yeah, he really does say "The Adults Are Speaking Now" to Vegas. What a murder. god Chan has such swag. very interesting "don't make this a big deal. for me." there. something to think about. Chan taking down like a dozen guards by himself, getting shot like 4 or 6 times, only to take the time to call his boss and then pull himself up to smoke a final cigarette.... King Behavior. what a badass exit. RIP Daddy Chan, you will be missed. (personally, i will choose to live in Delusion Land. Chan did not die. he is in the hospital with Big.)

Porsche understood Vegas's warning and was like "I WILL be saving my man and I WILL be looking hot while doing it!" The spinning hug shootout is fucking Art.

OK y'all, Quick Sidebar to talk about Tankhun! We've been told the entire show that he was kidnapped, couldn't leave the house for years til Porsche arrived, couldn't lead the family and kinn had to take his place, but Look At Him. His home is under attack! His safe space! By people who WILL kill him. and he is FINE. Yes, he's probably locked away deep in the compound with Arm but he is as calm and rational as any of the other characters right now, actively helping! he is not freaking out at all! I don't think he is as troubled as Korn would have us believe, not anymore.

Erika is the best, that is all.

So like, does Chay even know Kim is there are the bar? this is my favorite Kim scene, I think. you go, murder kitten.

In Gun's version of the story, which i generally believe, there are three gunshots after he's dragged outside: Nampheung, Porsche, Chay. Gun really believes for years that all three of them were killed that day. And what kind of Flowers In The Attic shit was Grandpa Theerapanyakul cultivating in that house that both Gun and Korn are so obsessed with Nampheung.

Oh Vegas. "If I die today can you be the one to do it. I love you." and then running the fuck away. no wonder Pete is insane about you.

Atticwife Reveal! Nampheung has not aged a day, the magic of staying out of the sunlight! Nampheung is terrified and even more scared when Porsche calls her mom. That is the face of a woman who is scared out of her mind and trying to figure out a way out of it.

"Dad? You're....alive? and you have Porsche's mom in your attic???" poor kinn.

"Don't you remember? You were the one who shot her husband. And then when we brought her home you molested her!" Uh...... (x) Doubt. i mean not that Gun is above such acts but....i really don't think it played out the way Korn said. I don't trust a thing out of his mouth, he is trying to Jedi Mind Trick everyone. Did you seen Nampheung's eyes in the background when he says that??? Gun may have kissed her, but i don't think it was in a molestation way. Frankly, Gun may be Porsche's Bio Dad! I could be convinced! Nampheung and Gun have sex (consent? eh....i don't know either way. something hinky was going on in that house with the three of them growing up.) she gets knocked up, immediately marries Pat Kittisawat and runs away. (or maybe Pat really is Porsche's dad and Korn and Gun just think that's what happened. Anyway, it'd explain their obsession with Porsche.) Watch Nampheung's face when Gun says he loves her and will protect her. She's scared but not of Gun I don't think.

WHAT DOES GUN MEAN "The Truth that Nampheung is -" ???????? is Nampheung their half-sister? Is she an alien they're keeping hidden from the government?! WHAT IS SHE, GUN? I will get a ouija board!!!!

and Korn's promise to take care of Vegas and Macau?? oh no. He's going to atticson them like he did tankhun to go with his atticwife and he will have a whole empire of atticfamily that he rules with manipulation!!!

Just shoot him, Porsche. Just do it. Kinn will be sad for a few minutes but he already thought his dad was dead until just now so like, he's already started the grieving process. Everyone will be happier. Everyone will be free. do it Porsche. Doooo It. (Narrator: He does not do it)

Just shoot him, Vegas. Just do it. Kinn wouldn't even be that mad at you, probably. He sure looks at his dad like 'You had this coming' for a second there. Everyone will be happier. Everyone will be free. do it Vegas. Doooo It. (Narrator: He does not do it)

Korn knew about VegasPete, he's not shocked at all about Pete's resignation.

Pete "Joke's On You, You Can't Leave Me I Am Homeward Bound-ing Your Ass" Saengtham

Korn really trying to push "Nampheung is my Sister and you're my Nephew" and it just gets funnier when you remember just how much sex KinnPorsrche were having. Anyway, Porsche does NOT want to be head of the minor family. but he does look good in the suit. Anyway, DYING to know what the wider mafia world thinks of the two Theerapanyakul heads Keeping It In The Family.

Kim leaving the bodies of the wannabe kidnappers for Chay to find when he finishes his game is so funny. Cat bringing his owner a mouse he caught behavior.

Nampheung hears the door open and puts on the act, and you can see Chay crack it. When she realizes that that's her baby. Porsche was older, but this was a baby who is now full grown. She struggles to keep it together when Chay hugs her. but man, when Porsche says "we're together again. we're a family again" so looks so upset because At What Cost. now her babies are trapped here, too. As long as Korn is alive....

the aftercredits VegasPete scene is cute, Macau remains a little shit, and I'm happy the three of them are a family now.

Anyway, off to imagine the season 2 we won't get where everyone teams up to kill korn and live their best lives!

[jonathanbyersphd]

Wedding AU WIP Wednesday

When Nancy gets back to their room she kicks off her shoes, grabs a cherry coke from the mini-fridge, and takes a deep breath before taking a drink.

“How many of those have you had today?” Jonathan asks, emerging from the shower, in one of the hotel bathrobes

She glares at him instead of trying to defend her soda consumption.

“Right sorry sorry” he smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She sets her drink down, takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes.

“What's wrong, baby?” he asks so softly that it almost makes her tear up.

Jonathan tries to grab her hand to comfort her but she pulls away and shakes her head.

“Oh c’mon Nancy” he appeals

"What's wrong what's wrong oh I don't know my dad won't stop complaining about how much this wedding costs which is ridiculous considering everything, my mom won't shut up about the South Beach diet and how I should join her and am I sure I'm going to fit into my dress I'm looking a little pudgy and God love your mom because she basically told my mom to fuck off. But none of it even matters because it's not my dress, it's her dress for her stupid crazy wedding and we're her little Barbie dolls." She rants wildly

“What-”

“Oh and your brother is here” she informs before taking another sip of her drink.

“Will's here?’ he perks up

“Yea which is great.” she starts again “Except Holly is insisting she can't share a room with Mike. So now Mike doesn't have a room unless he bunks with Will and Argyle. Because Steve is bringing his girlfriend and Lucas is with Max and Erica. And Dustin is with El obviously, but every other room in this stupid hotel is occupied.”

Nancy flumps down onto the bed next to her soon-to-be husband.

“Anything else?” he responds

“How can you be so calm about this?” she rubs her eyes again, she appreciates his optimism but right now it’s irritating.

“Well for starters it’s not exactly the worst thing we’ve been through” he grins

“Did you just compare our wedding to monster hunting” she sniffles, glaring up at him.

Jonathan lowers himself so his face is inches above hers. His wet bangs tickle her forehead looking at her with a wistful expression. He’s trying his best to cheer her up. She knows that, but she can’t shake her unease at their wedding weekend.

“What’s the weirdest part” he asks in low whisper

“Probably when you called it the Cape Cod catastrophe yesterday” she argues

Jonathan breaks into a wild grin and pulls away. She follows him up to a sitting position.

“It’s not funny” she contends but she can barely contain her own smile.

“Look one way or another. Catastrophe or not, I'm going to marry you this weekend” he vows kissing her forehead before getting up to change.

“What's the other?” she asks as he dries his hair

“I told you I'm not above eloping” he reminds

“God, could you imagine how pissed the boys would be if we did that after we dragged them out here” she sighs with a little laugh

“Yea dragged” he snarks

“I know! They act like we're torturing them!” she agrees

“Yea”

Sure, neither one of them are happy with the way her mom has turned their once small wedding into, well … a catastrophe. But Will and Mike were reluctant to commit even when the plan was a small affair in the Boston Common. Mike caved first, no doubt due to the pressure of their mom. But Will held out until mid-July when Jonathan was conveniently out on assignment in Los Angeles and said something to make Will finally agree to be best man. Sure the boys were exes and that could be awkward but Mike dated Paul right until college graduation, and while Will’s never had a steady boyfriend he’s dated plenty of people since their breakup. It’s not like they still…

“You have that look” Jonathan teases, interrupting her thoughts

“What look?” she feigns innocence

“The one where your curiosity is getting the better of you” he grins, as he starts getting dressed

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” she lies

“Sure you don’t” he laughs, bending down to give her a kiss

Nancy smiles when he pulls away and Jonathan waits for her to reveal what she’s thinking.

“It’s just” she bites her lip “Why do you think they’re acting like that? I mean it's been.. What four years?

“I don't know…. Maybe… maybe they're still in love or something” he shrugs, pulling on his sweater.

Out of the corner of her eye she catches the briefest expression of mischief across his face.

“Jonathan no” she asserts

“What?”

“Don’t what me, I know that look” she argues

“What look?” he grins

“Oh please Byers, you are not that innocent” she contends

“No you saw to that” he mumbles jokingly and she rolls her eyes

“Jonathan we agreed-”

“We agreed not to pick sides this is totally different” he interrupts

“We can’t” she objects

“Why?”

“Because…” she trails off

Except she can’t really think of a reason Mike and Will shouldn’t get back together. The only glaringly obvious one is that they live on different coasts but they could make that work, they’re older now, more mature.

“If they got back together it would make things easier” she rationalizes

“Mhmm”

“I mean we wouldn't have to pick for holidays” she notes

“Yep”

“And my mom couldn't say I like your family more”

“Nope”

“Cause it'd be one big family Christmas”

“Sounds nice doesn't it?” Jonathan proposes, handing her her soda as he sits back down.

Nancy takes another sip and tries to think of a con to his proposal but she really can’t.

“You know you didn't used to be this meddling” she teases

“Entirely your influence Scooby” he concedes

“If we meddled, how exactly would we go about it?” she question

“How?”

“I mean it's not like we can just point out all their flaws and tell them to share a bed” she sasses

“We could do that though” he argues

She rolls her eyes at him.

“Ok ok ok I don't know I mean it's not like I've ever played matchmaker before” he exclaims

“And I have!?”

“Great so it's our first time together” he jokes, his mischievous grin returning to his face

“You're having way too much fun with this” she retorts

“It's supposed to be a fun weekend” he asserts

“Doesn't feel like it” she mumbles

“Which is why we should get Mike and Will back together it's one less thing to worry about” he rationalizes

“It would be nice if they could at least be civil” she agrees

“Mhmm”

“We could sit them together at lunch to see what happens” she suggests

“Observe the situation” he adds

“Then come up with a game plan” she resolves

“We're just testing a theory” he smiles fondly

“What could go wrong” Nancy jokes

“Well now you've done it” Jonathan laughs before sealing their plan with a kiss.

[ihatehannibal]

trauma dumping bc I can't afford therapy

thinking about how I didn't even say our dad was abusive to us out loud even once until I was like 21 (or think it, honestly), which was a full 7 years after he was out of our house for good. and when I did finally say it my sister replied with "no, we weren't abused, he had a temper but that isn't abuse" & then I internalized that for a few more years. I still have moments where I doubt my own perception of what happened & need a reality check, to see it all laid out so I can pretend it happened to someone else & be like "yeah okay of course it was abuse". I can't really put this anywhere else but here

I remember at least 2 occasions where my mom definitely thought my dad was going to kill us all. the first one was especially terrifying bc I was younger, he broke down a door (not just broke through thr lock, I mean he kicked the door until it splintered to pieces as if it had exploded) to get to where my mom had us all hidden, locked in her room. & when the banging of him kicking the door started she began frantically apologizing immediately through her tears & I sensed her fear & knew instinctively what she thought was about to happen. I was 10 at that time I think, my siblings were 8 & 6. my memory blacks out at his silhouette appearing in the threshold so I dunno what happened next but later said that he thought that /she/ was killing /us/ and that's why he broke down the door but that is the most ridiculous lie I've ever heard. he knows damn well she would never harm a hair on our heads.

the second occasion my mom thought he was going to kill us was when I was 14 and it was only a year after the family annihilation happened to our friends, which was committed by the father-who my mom & aunts had known since they were teenagers-so it made that seem much more real & plausible to us all. my (9 at the time) brother did something, I don't even remember but it was probably just normal child misbehaving, & it made my dad so mad that he started chasing him around the house screaming that he was going to kill him, my mom yelled for my brother to run as far away as possible so he left the house and ran down the street & my mom and sister were physically holding my dad back so that he couldn't go after him, but he pushed both of them to the ground and got outside. luckily my brother was out of sight by then, hiding in our neighbors bushes. I had called the cops but he was miraculously very calm when they arrived, as usual. after that my mom never let him live with us again & he went off and shacked up with his current wife before the divorce papers were even served. not even gonna get into how fucked up that whole situation was.

those are the big occasions but god there was so much in between. he was really jekyll & hyde, the second he lost his temper he became something very terrifying. he and my mom had screaming matches long into the night very often, usually about stuff he was doing to us (he believed in corporal punishment, not closed fist beatings or anything but spanking and hitting us with spatulas and such, and he was always full of rage when he did it so it hurt a lot & scared us) and she almost never let us be alone with him, another relative would always have to be there supervising.

then of course there was the religious shit, obviously, I've talked about it before. he told me from the time I was 4 or 5 that I shouldn't focus on what I wanted to be when I grow up cuz the world was going to end before I reached adulthood & I had to be a soldier for god in the apocalypse, which could happen at any moment so I had to be prepared. oh and that everyone i loved-my whole family except him-would be dragged to hell to be tortured for eternity, that my dead grandpa who I was very close to was already there for being a catholic rather than a fundie, & that I'd go to hell if I didn't listen to him. he said he was trying to save me. my mom had to find this out from my therapist when I was in first grade & she lost it. she has since told me that she would have left him right then if she didnt have a 3 kids under 7 at the time & no way of supporting us alone. another harmful thing he tried to force on us was of course the belief that gay people are broken & need to be fixed or they'll go to hell. as someone who realized I liked girls as a preteen that obviously was hard to hear. my brother is gay too & I know it's affected him badly.

I was a really troubled child & I guess it makes sense given the horrible anxiety he instilled in me plus I was seeing psychiatrists from as early as 5 for my ocd & depression. I got my autism dx (well, aspergers, since that was still a clinical term back then) around that time too. school was hellish bc people ostracized & mocked me for being a mute & wearing the same clothes every day due to sensory issues. I had no friends at all for a few years. I hit puberty really early & got groped by a few boys so that was just great. I was also the tallest person in my class until 7th grade when the boys started growing which while not traumatic kind of sucked bc I felt like a hulking giant when all I wanted to do was hide. I eventually learned to mask, forced myself to talk more & made friends with other unpopular girls at school. safety in numbers (by high school I stopped giving a shit about what anyone thought so that was good).

I was medicated for the first time at 12 when my intrusive thoughts got worse & I tried to kill myself, from then on they just kept adding more diagnoses and more pills from 12-16ish. bipolar, like my dad & uncle (who has since killed himself). I started using food as a coping mechanism around age 14 & developed various eating disorders that extend to this day, which probably also originated in my fathers fear that we would be fat like everyone on my mom's side & his control over our eating (he wouldn't even let me have cupcakes if someone brought them to school for a bday party, he told my teachers I had allergies that I don't have). I slit up my arms for awhile in my late teens and early 20s as a way to stop panic attacks. I dropped out of college. I became a drug addict. never had sex or a proper long term relationship & probably never will bc I don't like being emotionally or physically vulnerable. I know it has a lot to do with the way I was treated as a kid. I took a test once & it said I have an avoidant attachment style which is very accurate. apparently that happens when a child grows up not feeling safe with one or both parents.

reading this back I still immediately think "well others had it worse so maybe it wasn't REAL abuse. maybe I don't have C-PTSD." like no matter what my brain just won't accept my reality

[potatodog]

Auto Pilot(Staff Sergeant William James

an: since no one else will write for him, I will :] word count: 1,241

You had just been transferred as part of the Delta Company. One year to go. This wasn't torture, just another way of fleeing from feeling. Your life had been on auto pilot now for some time. 

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*flashback*

Your mother  has just gotten the call. The call that your older brother, Mathew, had been killed in a school shooting while protecting three other people. 

Your father was absent from the time you were born but he decided that it was time to come back. Your Mom had fallen into a deep hole of depression and couldn't care for you. Your father was a drunken fool, and your mom finally had enough and sent him away. You had to care for her and the house, forced to live the life of an adult and just 13.

*end of flashback*

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There were 110 days left of your rotation, but you would probably stay on because you had nowhere else to go.  While in the camp, you had grown close to SSG William James. The two of you have had a little bit of light in the dark to share together. 

Your thoughts had been chasing you throughout the mission and you had to deal with them sooner or later. Later is what you decided, unfortunately your head didn't agree. 

'9 o'clock. Finally bed time,' you thought, exiting the bathroom trailer and turning to go to yours, across for James's. The dread in your chest that had been marinating suddenly swelled enough to fill the ocean. You felt your legs start shaking, pins and needles poking at your skin. Rapidly tapping your chest, you sank down by your front door, unable to breathe properly. Tears were falling freely now. 

"I can't- not now," you whispered like a mantra barely above a wisp of air leaving your lips. You had started shaking your hands in an attempt to calm down. It made the pins poking at your skin lessen, but it didn't help your breathing. Your chest felt like it was on fire. 

James had taken that moment to leave and go wash up. Seeing you having an attack, he ran over.

" hey love, it's alright I'm here now. Let's go inside, yeah?"

You shook your head and allowed him to grasp your hand, leading you inside. He closed the door as you sat down, trying to breathe again. Tears were still streaming. Your throat was dry and itchy.

He got the water bottle from beside your bed and handed it to you. After drinking well over half of it you said thank you. He sat next to you on the bed

"S'no problem," he said rubbing your shoulders, easing the tension.

The crying had lessened now, and your legs didn't feel as much like jello as they did 10 minutes ago. 

"D'you wanna talk," He asked quietly. 

"Only if you want to hear about my life from 13 to current."

"Of course."

"Well, when I was 13 years old, my older brother, Mathew, was shot in a school shooting at his college. He died a hero, protecting 3 other people, including his boyfriend's little sister. After that my mom got so depressed that I had to take care her and my younger sister. At 13 i was forced to assume the identity of both parents for her. Which meant that I couldn't process my feelings. When I was 14 my dad showed up demanding me and my sister. My mom pulled herself out of her hole and told him to go fuck himself. So that was nice. Then my mom got better, we thought she was fine. After school a few months later, I came home and..." You stopped, a few tears falling at the memory of her lying there. James reassuringly grabbed your hand.

"It's ok. You don't have to tell me."

"No-I... you deserve to know. She had been suicidal and I tried to get rid of all the guns and pills, but one gun i kept. My father's pistol that he gave to me when mom told him to leave. He said to me 'keep this safe, it might come in handy someday' and so I kept it. And. And my mom, she found it."

"Oh god. I'm sorry, love I'm so sorry, he said opening his arms asking for a hug. You accepted his arms. Leaning in, you grasped him tightly as if he would leave if you let go. He wrapped an arm around your waist and stroked your hair softly. 

Over an hour later, you had fallen asleep in his arms. You woke up and saw him still holding you.

"James did you really stay the whole time I was out? You could have left."

"I know. I wanted to stay. You're like a heater," he said, chuckling.

"What time is it," you inquired, getting up to put on a sweatshirt.

"10:34."

"D'you wanna stay over tonight," you asked, secretly hoping he would.

"If that's alright with you. I have to run over and get some pyjamas." And then he left. You felt foolish for falling for him so hard, but he was solid and there. He had never given you reason to doubt him, even if he was reckless and it was a war, you felt you could trust him to come back. He had told you about Connie, his ex wife who had his son and he had told you about how glad he was that she knew that it wasn't going to work out between them, and how it had been a clean divorce leaving the two of them on good terms before their son was born. They were still good friends. 

The sound of knocking woke you from your trance. Opening the door, James was there of course, hotter than ever in a tight white tee-shirt and gray sweats.

“I brought my dvds. I have Dodgeball and Hellboy,” he said, brandishing them.

“I love hellboy!”

After setting the movie up, you got some snacks out and settled in. You both got under the covers and James wrapped and arm around you.

Almost completely through the movie, you abruptly asked him a question. Since you had met, he asked to be called James, his last name. His first name was William, but for some reason he didn’t like it. The thought had been nagging at you for months now and what better time than the present?

“James?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m sorry if this is random, but why don’t you go by your first name, William?”

“My father was a deadbeat dick head, and he forced my mom to name me after him. He was quite abusive towards us.  One day after drinking with his sluggard pals, he decided it was a great idea to drive intoxicated. On the highway a trucker ran into him, killing him. I was 10. After that I introduced myself as James because I wanted his memory gone. 

“Damn. He got what he deserved,” you said into his chest whilst hugging him tightly.

“Now whaddaya say we sleep,” James said while the end credits rolled. 

Stifling a yawn, you got up and turned the light off. While climbing back into bed, you turned away from him to sleep. He grabbed you and pulled you close, spooning he and burying his face in your neck.

“Much better,” he mumbled.

That night you got the best sleep of your life. 

[thefantasticreader]

A little love never hurt

Summary: Y/n is the youngest member of the Cullen family and the only human in the family expect Bella. With no mate she never thought she'd find the right one, so it came as a surprise when she was asked to marry the love of her life. Her sisters are all for it, but here's the real challenge, telling her parents.

Warnings:Just one curse word, thats it! oh and fluff/cuteness

Y/n paced the room, her beating heart struggling to contain her fear. Her sister Rosalie was on her left side watching the beads of sweat run down the girls temples, "What if they say no? What if they... they don't like him?" She kept muttering. Alice was trying to calm the girl down from her pacing movements and rambling as best as she could.

"Y/n Cullen! They're gonna love him, they love him already, they're gonna be happy, I promise!" She finally got out as she held the poor girls shoulders gently. "Yeah, Yeah your right... I'm just gonna come clean about it." She said walking for the door. She stepped out the door but came back only a few seconds later "But what about!" she began as Rose stood. "GO! Tell them, trust us, it'll be ok." She gave her younger sister a pat on the head as Alice hugged her and she headed to the main room.

Her brother's were sat in place, Edward fiddled with his fingers nervously, Jasper was content in the corner with his book as he waited for what you had to say, a sly smile on his face as he could feel your excitement from the other side of the house, Emmet was pacing the floor nervously which was not something you saw often, and your father and mother both sat upright with their hands held together.

Taking a deep breath outside the threshold of the door you stepped into the room, The first to their feet was your mother Esme. "Dear we were so worried, what is it that you need to talk about? We came as soon as we could from the hunting." You smiled a little. "Thank you for respecting my few hours while I talked with the girls," you began. "You ok Y/n?" Carlisle called from where he was sitting. He could see you were nervous, the sweat thick on your forehead and temples, the red eyes as if you had been crying, and the slick grease hands.

"Mom, Dad, I..." You paced yourself as you got glances from the other three siblings who had stopped what they were doing to look at you. "I. I'm getting married." You finally said as you held out your hand with the ring on it. A heavy smile shined brightly on your face as Your mother raced over to view the shiny object that sat on your ring finger.

"OMG!" Emmet cried out from the corner he was in, "MY LITTLE SISTER'S GETTING MARRIED!" you knew he'd be excited. Your mom looked up and gently set her cold hand on your cheek, "I'm very happy for you dear, I can't wait to see you in a wedding dress." whew at least she was happy. Emmet began to run up to you and hugged you tightly, Edward cut in after he lifted you into his arms and spun your arms. "Let's not break her before the big day Emmet." he chuckled and you did too as he set you to your feet.

Jasper stood and walked over, wrapping two cold arms around your torso he enveloped you in a hug. It was a gentle one, but a firm one, the same ones he would give you when he was proud of you or if you just needed someone to help you through a tough time. Turning to your father he sat there with a small smile on his face. "I've watched you grow up since you were little, this is news to me. I'm happy you found the right person, if he truly makes you happy then I support your decision Y/n." Thank god he approved.

The girls had joined you by now and both enveloped you into a group hug as your father stood and made his way to you. "A little love never hurt anyone right?" You asked a little slyly. Both of your parents smiled and kissed each side of your cheeks. "We are so proud of you Y/n." they both said together.

"Omg we need to go dress shopping!!" Alice announced excitedly from behind you. "I think that can wait for the minute Alice." Carlisle said. they chuckled and went back to hugging you, the coldness swarming you in a comforting way.

I'm pleased to say that your father was very happy to walk you down the isle as you were handed off to your groom, your siblings all helped plan the wedding too. Of course Alice being the main decorator, but your dress, well it was all on you. And they all had to agree you looked so happy and so stunning. Both your parents were very proud to call you their daughter.

[marvelfanlife]

Here are my thoughts on 17x10:

Here it is the finale. I’m so excited to watch it!

20 minutes since they lost connection?? That’s not good

Why is Rebecca’s mom calling her?

The minimal loss vibes the beginning has

Oh thank god Tara and Rossi and the traf are okay

Where’s Emily???

Frank is dead just like that? Well thank fuck for that. Good riddance

Oh the relief Rebecca had when she heard from Tara

Damien taking Jade’s pain with her

Not Jade listing Emily’s trauma timeline

And Elias is in a prison that allows free access

Pete B is Bailey’s brother. The way that everyone was right about this lol

Oh these Bailey clips hurts. He really wanted to help Pete

This Emily and Bailey flashback

Emily has a sister?

Rebecca having had enough of people dying

Bailey’s final request was for the BAU to solve the gold star case

I am enjoying this Rebecca vs Vincent scene

Zach cracks me up so much

These Bailey brother scenes are making me cry

and Doug does up on the wall

The deepfakes mention

Not Elias asking JJ if she remembers about it and her tugging on her necklace

Elias wanting Tyler to get under his skin

Ty-ty lol

Oh fuck you Elias for mentioning Tyler’s sister

Garcia you are so iconic for that stare down

Ty-guy lol

Elias asking JJ about baugate and if she researched the outfits he put her in. I feel sick

And he used deepfakes of his wife. Oh god that is disgusting

JJ confronting Elias and standing up to him was so satisfying

Omg Jade and Pete are setting up a trap for the BAU

Oh shit they’re using the clip of the director talking to Elias and confessing to shooting Bailey as a way to show Jade and Pete the truth

This Jade scene. I’m going to cry

That avengers shot of the team lmao

Madison is a dad?

Madison asking Emily about baugate. I have a feeling there’s more to it and we’ll see it next season

Mila and Jade reuniting. I’m crying

Pete being on the wall next to Doug

And Pete seeing Bailey on the wall and reuniting with his parents

Oo Tyler applying to become an agent

Lmao that hooray you’re alive cake

JJ looks so pretty in that blue sleeveless top. And the fact that she wore it after confronting and standing up to Voit! She looks so much more happy and healed now and feels she doesn’t need to cover up now

Has JJ been high before

Tara and Rebecca have been together for a few weeks now? Ahhhh omg

Rossi is hallucinating Elias again?

This BAU scene is so cute

OMFG?? They stabbed him? Oh Elias is definitely going to survive that and blame it on the BAU

That finale was so good! I have a feeling we are not done with Elias and baugate just yet. So looking forward to season 18 and I’m curious to see what will happen as things seem calm right now but not for long

[koneko-3]

Chapter 3 of "Far"

The crickets chirped loudly as the sun started to rise. Mai awoke and shielded her eyes from the bright sun. She soon got up and walked around the village. Everyone was staring at her. She didn't know how to react so she stayed silent. So many thoughts were racing through her head. "Everyone here doesn't hide their face. It's so strange." She whispered to herself. She continued to wander around. These were her people after all but it all felt so strange to her. Everything was just so overwhelming. She soon took a break as she was approached by a young girl that appeared about the same age as her. "Hey." She shouted. Mai looked up at her in surprise. "O-oh hello." Mai studder. The girl grew a friendly smile on her face. "I've never seen you around here. Where are you from?" The girl said in a friendly manner. "Oh… I don't really know how to explain…" "Well it's not like you're from the forest like those strange creatures out there." The girl giggled. "Well actually…" Mai blushed from embarrassment. "I did come from the forest but… I don't really know how to explain it. So much has happened and… and…" Mai started to hyperventilate and cry. The girl hugged her and patted Mai's back. "Its okay. You're here now. You're safe here." Those words reassured Mai. "By the way I'm Vara, what's your name?" Mai pointed at herself, "Well my name is Mai." Vara giggled but it was Intrupted by a voice if a young boy. "Vara, what did mom tell you about talking to strangers?" Out came a boy. He was significantly taller than Vara and Mai. He stared at Mai. "Who are you? And why are you dressed like that. It's so strange." He chuckled for a second until he was cut of my Vara. "Haruku, why are you like this?" She sighed. Mai started to tremble in fear. She felt intimidated by this guy. He looked over at Vara. "Look I'm just looking out for you Vara. Besides, she's looks like she came out of the woods anyway. Look at her clothes. She's dressed like one of those things out there." He sighed. Vara didn't say anything and just glared at him. Mai could feel the tension between the two of them. "Um… I may be from the forest but… I'm not trying to cause any harm." Mai spoke trying to break the thick tension. The boy sighed. "Look, I might not be as naive as my sister but I'm not going to trust some random girl that appeared from the forest. Vara, if you want to be around that girl for much longer please be careful. I wont tell mom and dad okay?" He said as he started to leave. Vara only nodded and looked back over at Mai. "Oh im sorry, that was my older brother Haruka. Don't worry he just likes to be hard on me." She smiled weakly, something about him bothered her. "Oh I have to go now. Sorry Mai but can I talk to again soon?" Mai nodded as a response which made Vara smile bigger as she waved goodbye to Mai making her alone again.

Mai soon started to miss her home. She really started to miss Moxi. It only seemed that being far away from her original home was worse than it was before. Now she was lonely. She soon went back into the woods and started to cry. "Why did I follow her!? I hate this place already! I don't belong here at all." Tears were streaming down her face. Something felt odd, like someone was watching her. She looked around only to see a figure of what appeared to be a Trax. Her heart stopped for a second, only to see it was Moxi. "Mai! Oh, thank god I finally found you!" Panic rose into her body, but she was frozen in place. Moxi noticed this. "Mai, are you okay? Look, everyone else is looking for you for a different reason than why I'm out here looking for you." Moxi reassured her. Mai calmed herself down a bit. "How did you find me?" She asked. "Well… let's just say I had some assistance." After he said that, there stood Aoi. Mai could not believe what she was seeing. "M-moxi?! B-but a Wisp and a Trax can't be together. I thought they're sworn enemies?" Mai shouted, but Aoi shushed her. "Hey, quiet down. We don't want to alert our presence, especially yours." Aoi started to stroke Mai's hair. "Look, they're looking for you. We want to help you go as far away as possible." Moxi sighed. "Look, Mai. I don't think I've ever told you this, but I've actually saved you once. A long time ago. You probably don't even remember." He shook his head. "Wait, really?" Mai sounded surprised by this. "It was when you were an infant, Mai. I'm the reason why they want to sacrifice you now, but you deserve a chance to live. We've lived for so long now that this life is just so… exhausting. But there's always these sacrifices we do on human infants that bring us life, which makes us immortal beings. But I wanted to change that. Mai, please understand you're the first step in that change. I don't want you to die!" Mai never heard Moxi act in such a manner before. It almost sounded like he was about to break into tears, but Mai knew she'd never see it. She started to realize so many things at that moment. Moxi was the only Trax that was actually kind to her. But he wasn't the only one to help her attempt to escape her death.

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 124

Chapter 124

As we traveled to Gohan’s, I wonder why Goku wanted to drive today. Not like it’s wrong or anything, but since he came home, he looked troubled. Then again, he didn’t stop looking troubled since the whole event in the other timeline. I know he was holding something back, but I really don’t want to push him. When I tried cheering him up, it was clear he only smiled for me. My poor Goku.

When we got to Gohan’s he put on his best smile. This isn’t good. Even as he spoke, he seemed cheerful, but I could feel his pain. As he played with Pan, I pulled Gohan to the side. “Is something wrong, mom?”

“I don’t know.” I looked away from him, as I pounder what I should do. “Can you watch your brother for a few days?” He said sure, but asked again if anything was wrong. I looked at him and tried to give my best smile. “Nothing I can’t handle.” He said alright.

As me and Goku headed home, it was silent between us. I wanted to talk about what was wrong, but I rather he bring it up. Even when we got home, he was quiet. What am I going to do? Maybe I should ask if he wants to do something. I asked if he was hungry. “I’m okay.” Oh, this isn’t good. I asked if he wanted to spar. “Not in the mood.” Oh, no! My poor Goku. I tried my best to hold back from crying. I told him if he needed anything, I would be close by. He just nodded and walked to our room.

The moment I heard our door close I finally allowed myself to cry. He’s probably letting this whole event settle. I sat on the couch as I thought over what he told me. some god took his body and then killed him. After that, he killed me and Goten. that part made my chest hurt and feeling broken. Goku also sensed when the other, older me also died.

Could that be it? Not only was he dealing with one version of me dying. He also had to deal with the knowledge that someone, in his body, killed me and Goten. Goku would rather die than any of us getting hurt. Then memories of his deaths filled my mind. He put his life on the line to keep our Gohan safe. I also remember what he told me, when he finally spoke about what happened on Namek. The panic that shot through him, as he sense our baby was almost dying. The desperation to heal father to save our son in time. The anger that the monster even dared to aim at our baby.

My poor Goku. He must feel like a failure not being able to do anything. To top it off with the fact his body was used to kill us. This is much worse than I could ever imagine. I got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. I’ll make some of his favorites. I don’t know if it’ll help, but at least it’s something. As everything cooked, I went to check on my husband. When I entered the room, he was just sitting on the bed.

“I’m cooking.” He looked over to me and said ok. “Would you like to keep me company?” He got up from the bed, and walked over to me.

As he joined me in the kitchen, it was very quiet between us. Not like we actually talk when he keeps me company, but this quiet felt off. I even felt distant when he’s right here. What could I say or do to help him? What is there to say? I suddenly feel him hugging me from behind. “I love you so much.” I place my hands over his arms, as I tell him I love him too. “You’re so strong. I could never be as strong as you.”

I tried to turn around, but he wouldn’t let me. “That’s not true. You’re the strong one.” He kept saying how it is true. Saying stuff about how he doesn’t understand how I keep my head held high through everything we been through. “I have to.” He asked what I meant. “Because no one is going to worry about my family but me. I have to keep everyone together because I care. I want my family happy and safe. So, I’ll do everything to do so.” I then felt his grip loosen, and I finally faced him. When I saw him, he had tears falling down his face. my poor husband. I embraced him and hummed, as I rubbed his back.

It took some time for him to calm down. he even had a smile as he ate. But he had yet let me go. He held me on his lap as we ate, and even squeezing my hip. “So, why did you have Goten stay at Gohan’s?”

“I thought you want your space. If I wasn’t able to comfort you, at least you would have the ability to be left alone.” He then said how he was sorry for worrying me. “Don’t be.” He looked at me. “I’m your wife. I will always be worried. After all,” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“You still want to spar?”

…

Once we got home, I just wanted to be left alone. “I’ll be close by if you need anything.” I nodded to Chichi, and left to our room. I really needed to be alone. I was finally letting myself process everything that just happened. I was still in disbelief over the whole event. Seeing another Chichi, who had lived long past mine and our son’s death. Seeing her cry and then smile. Only to sense that she finally passed moments later. That wasn’t my Chichi but it was still painful to feel that.

I had to focus heavily on that damn fight, all because I wanted to avoid the pain. But I think Vegeta saw right through me, from how he looked at me, before I found Zamasu. He gave me a face I have never seen. He looked almost apologetic. And when I found out how Zamasu got my body and what he die after. I felt my rage returning. I felt a soul crushing pain in my chest. Just thinking about what he said just made my skin crawl. I still can’t get past the fact a version of Chichi and Goten saw me being the one who killed them. They saw me being murder in front of them, and then being killed themselves. My wife. My son. That monster killed them in the worst possible way.

It’s not like I haven’t gotten my body taken before, but it haven’t led to death. Close, but it didn’t come to that. At that, Gohan was able to tell the difference, and help defeat the imposer. At that memory, I couldn’t help smile. My little guy. I was starting to finally calm down when Chichi entered the room. She looked distressed, but stood calm. I could never get over the fact how calm she would be whenever something is going on. Even when she gets angry or worried or just very upset, she still had a calmness about her. “Would you like to keep me company?”

As I watch her continue cooking, I just can’t stop admiring her. I wonder how’s taking everything. She always kept her head held high, and made me feel I could do anything. Always encouraging me and saying how she knows that I can do anything, if I put my mind to it. I don’t appreciate her enough. I should change that. I hug her, and tell her that I love her so much. “I love you so much too.”

“You’re so strong. I could never be as strong as you.” She tries to say how that wasn’t true. “Yes, you are. You’re so much stronger than me. You keep your head held high though it all.” I held her tighter, as I tried to hold back my tears.

“I want my family happy and safe. So, I’ll do everything to do so.” With that I finally let the tears fall, as I loosen my grip. And when she saw me, the tears just kept coming. She the hugged me and started humming and rubbing my back. Whatever did I do to deserve this wonderful woman? As we ate, I just couldn’t let her go. I even kept her on my lap. I even enjoyed the feel of her wonderful body on top of mine. We even fed each other, and seeing her smile was making me feel even better. Seeing her happy always made me happy.

Now that I was feeling better, I was able to take note of a few things. For starters, Goten wasn’t home. I tried to remember when was we last with Goten. Oh yeah. When we visited Gohan. I also took notice that having Chichi on top of me is making me hungry for something else. When was the last time I had her? Was I so into training I failed to give a certain lady my full attention? There was also the fact I was out of commission for a while. I couldn’t help give her hip a firm squeeze. Has she been gaining or working out more? Her hips feels bigger and I’m loving that fact.

But now to get back to Goten. I need to know if I’ll even have time to shower her with attention. I asked her why did she have Goten stay at Gohan’s. “I thought you want your space. If I wasn’t able to comfort you, at least you would have the ability to be left alone.” This woman is just perfect. I feel so touched. I tried to apologize for making her worried, but she said it was alright. But the moment she had her arms around me, I had to fight the urge to have her. “I’ll always be here for you.” Crap! She looks so beautiful.

“You still want to spar?” She looked confused for a moment, before saying only if I wanted to. Crap. I wanted something better than a spar, but I didn’t want to get yelled at. Then again, hearing her yell would be nice. I couldn’t help myself and kissed her neck. “Maybe a little spar.” I kissed down her neck. “Maybe little of something else.” I couldn’t help squeeze here and there up and down her body. Mm. “Maybe we should skip the sparring and get right to the fun.” She lightly slapped my shoulder and told me down boy. “Too late for that.” I heard her giggle, as I continued kissing her neck.

She tried to speak between giggles. “Goku. Please. Stop.” I was in no mood to stop. I want dessert. “The apple pie is in the oven. Let me get it.” She tried to get off my lap, but I wasn’t having it. I licked her neck, as I held her closer to me. “Come on. Mm. I made it just the way you like it.” I still didn’t let her go. I just carried her, as I made my way to the oven. When I got there, I adjusted her in one arm, as I used my other hand to take out the pie. I placed it on the counter, and made my way to clear off the table. “What are you planning?”

Once I set everything in the sink, do I set her on her feet. I then gave her behind a small slap. “Clean up. I don’t want anything to get in the way of my favorite dessert.” She giggled and said it’ll be faster if I helped. Before long all the dishes were dried and put away. The moment the last dish was put away I grabbed her by the hips. I kissed along her neck. As I did so, I started undoing her stash, and slowly wrapped her. As much as I want her, I also want to savor every last inch of her. She be admired from head to toe. The moment I got her down to her underwear, I brought her and the apple pie over to the table. She then asked if I was forgetting something. I chuckled. “No.” I kissed her sweet lips. “This is all about you.” She pouted and I couldn’t help chuckle at that. I untied my obi, and removed my clothes. “Better?” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss.

“Better.” We had long stopped feeding each other with spoons, and were only using our fingers. Watching her lick the apple filling off my finger was making things difficulted. Especially how she looked at me as she did so. It was becoming harder and harder to control myself. I really just wanted to take her. Not to mention how she would have me eat pieces on top of her lovely breasts. While I did so, I felt her sneaky hand stroking me. This woman is going to drive me crazy. And being told I can’t use my hands is just too cruel. The moment I felt her hands tugging at my boxers, I just lost it.

As I devour her wonderful core, it feels like she’s trying to crush my face between her perfect thighs. She’s even pulling my hair as she screams my name. The moment my face was soaked in her juices I just craved more. Even when she begged me to stop, I just couldn’t. It’s your fault for being so irresistible. She tighten her thighs around me. Keep that up. “GOKU!” Her thighs became loose, and I was slightly disappointed. Here I was enjoying my head being crushed by my beautiful wife. I kissed my way up her body, past her breasts, gave my mark a little nibble, before kissing her perfect lips.

“You’re my favorite dessert.” I nibbled at her bottom lip. Her arms and legs wrapped around, trying to pull me closer. The moment I thrusted into her I was in complete bliss. No matter how many times we done this, she always feels so tight and wet. Every thrust just feels so good. But I try to control myself. I kiss her, and my hands massages her breasts. Everything about this woman feels so good. I then feel her nails scratching up and down my back. Even prolonging their effects on my tail stub. I kiss my way to my mark, and rake my teeth on it. Her nails dig in deeper, and her moans become louder. Every moment feels better and better. I bite down and feel her tightening around me. I feel her nails really digging into my tail stub. But I’m trying so hard to stay in control.

I release her breast, just to grab by the behind and lift her from the table. I thrust harder into her and I’m still trying to hold back. But the moment she screams my name and comes all over me do I just lose it. I slam her back on the table and just pound heavily into her. I have her singing my name with every thrust. I don’t let up, even when she came again. It was during the third time to I finally release myself into her. The way she looks is so beautiful, and I was ready for another round. But before I could do anything, she wanted us to take it to our bedroom. I tried to tell her that I wanted to continue taking her here. “Goku, please.” No. She tried to lift herself up, but I kept her loving pin to the table. I even gave her a few teasing thrust. “Goku. Ah. Please.”

“No.” She looked almost in shocked, as I started up a nice pace. She started saying how I was being unfair. “You’re the unfair one.” She asked how, and my reply was just a harder thrust. She looks so irresistible that it should be a crime. Then having her moan out her pleasure just adds to that fact. The moment I have her coming again, I tightly held onto her hips as I pound harder and faster. I have her screaming my name as she comes a second time. I pull out and shower her with my release. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” As she was catching her breath, she said thank you. “Now that the warmups are done, you ready for the real fun?”

She got up so fact, that it caught me off guard when she slapped me. “You’re not breaking this table.” She tried to push me away to get up, but I wasn’t having it. “Goku!” I pinned her back down. “Goku!” Yes. “Let me go! I don’t want you to break this table! It’s actually my favorite.” She was pouting as she looked away from me.

“Aw.” She looked back at me. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

She got mad and tried to push me off. “You’re never careful when you’re like that. Don’t pout at me! It’s true! So many tables we had to replace because of you.” You too. Her face turned red and it was clear her anger was growing. Yum. I tried to kiss her, but she just headbutted me. “I’m serious Goku! Off!” I licked my lips. “Table!” I powered up to super sayian. “now.” That last part was a whisper, as her eyes grew when she looked at me. “Goku.” I sucked her lower lip, before trailing kisses along her jaw and nibbling her earlobe. “Please.” She was panting as she tried to get me to listen. Mm.

I just love that I have this affect over her. “You sure, you want me to get off?” I nipped down her neck. She plead a yes. “I don’t think you really want me to.” I gave the base of her neck a light bite. Again, she begged for me to get off. “But I want more.” She was panting as she said my name and begged that I got us off the table. She even said please. I rose just enough to look at her pretty face, and I could help admire the expression it held. The way she’s biting her lip. How her face had that lovely shade of pink. And to top it off, the way her eyes just draws me in. “You sure you want me to get off?”

“Please, Goku.” I lick my lips at how delicious she says my name. I kiss her jaw, before picking off the table and bringing her to the floor.

“Better?” She nods. “Good.” Before I even get a chance to kiss her, she headbutts me and then somehow has me pinned under her. I’m left in complete shock. “Damn, that was hot.” She said thank you before kissing my lips. She then started kissing her way down. The moment I felt her tongue tease me, I wanted to touch her. But every time I tried, she pulled away, and telling me to be a good boy.

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As I loving sucked him off, I couldn’t help wonder. Ever since his training with Whis, did we ever got a chance to be so alone. Even when he was home, we weren’t really alone or something came up. But now I have my wonderful husband all to myself. The moment he came in my mouth, I greedily drank every seed. “Yummy.” When I looked up at him, he had a smirk across his face.

I slowly clawed up his body and wrapped my arms around his neck. Feeling his strong arms around me added to the bliss I was feeling. Until I felt him stretching my inner walls. I tried going for his lips, but instead he buried his face in my neck. With every thrust I felt closer to the edge. I was lost in the moment that it took feeling a new kind of heat for me to open my eyes. Such a lovely red color. The moment I touched it; I was sent over the edge. I yanked his hair and captured his lips. That sent me riding another wave, and feeling stuffed with a burning heat.

“Mm. Give me more.” He snickered before having me on all fours. “I don’t want to walk in the morning.” He slapped my ass before ramming into me. with every thrust I was left begging for more. Not to mention how good it felt having his hands threatening to crush my hips. I almost came every time he slapped my behind. “Ah! More!” He was practically slamming into me, and it was just too good. When I came a second time, I was rewarded with the burning heat filling me up. The moment I had enough strength to speak, I asked for more.

He chuckled as he sat me on his lap. “How much more?” I leaned into his chest as I thought about it. Maybe a week at most. “I don’t think that’s enough.” I looked up at him and asked what he meant. He gave me an evil grin. “Two, maybe three, months.”

I slapped his chest. “Goten can’t stay away for that long, silly husband.” Yes, he can. “Goku!” He kissed my forehead. “You’re something else.” I leaned back against him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. But I really want to have you all to myself.” I couldn’t help smile at that, as I kissed his neck. You’re going to have all of me this whole week at least. He then got up and carried me to our room. “In that case we’re not stepping out this house for a whole week.” I gulped before he dropped me on the bed. He licked his lips before pinning me. He started licking his mark and purring against my skin. “All mine.”

For the rest of the night I was slowly forgetting what a break was. Even if there was such a thing. Plus, I wasn’t sure anymore on who was hungrier between us. I didn’t allow him to stop, nor did he. When we finally take a breather, it was to go to sleep. But I did get one hell of a good morning. “Well, someone woke up hungry.” Very. “Good. Ah. Morning to. Mm. You, too. Ah. Again.”

It’s been 3 days, and we were in the middle of cuddling in the tub. “Maybe it’s a good thing we can’t have anymore kids.” I looked up at him, and he seemed deep in thought. I asked him why he thought that. When he looked down at me, he had a loving smile. “I get you all to myself.” My cheeks heat up at that, and I told him to shut up. He wrapped his arms around me as he held me closer. “It’s easier to shower you with appreciation when we’re alone. I’m sorry if I don’t tell you enough.” I feel so loved. He even kissed my forehead. “Perfect wife.”

“You spoil me too much.” He looked sad, as he kissed me.

“No, I don’t. I haven’t in a while. I’m sorry.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed his nose before kissing his lips.

“You don’t have to apologize.” I placed my forehead against his. “The little you do shower me with is still special.” He smiled at me before it went to a sinner grin. I felt his hands roughly grab my hips and slamming me around him. “AH!” He snickered with each thrust. I tried to brace my hands on his shoulders, but it was just too much. I ended up leaning against him from all the pleasure. My body just felt like burning jello from what he was doing to me. But that moment he went into that blue form I came hard. Yet he still wasn’t letting up, and I was losing every sense of reality.

“All mine.” I came again, and I was rewarded with the sensation that my insides were set on fire. After we got out the bath, he would carry me. And seeing the smirk that was on his face made me smile, as I snuggled into his neck. You’re something else. “Says the one who said she wanted to forget how to walk. Do you want to forget how to speak next?” I slapped his chest, and he just laughed. Just then, the doorbell rang. Uh? I looked to Goku and he looked very annoyed. He placed me on the bed, and grabbed his bathrobe. “What the hell do they want?” Once he left the room, I wonder who could be at the door.

I was feeling somewhat sadden now. I finally got my dear Goku all to myself, and someone just had to ruin it. We finally got time to ourselves. No kids to worry about. No fights. Heck, I was even allowing Goku not to work this week. I hugged my pillow, as I continued thinking about how it wasn’t fair. I really hope whoever is at the door isn’t telling Goku that he has to leave. I wasn’t really for him to got just yet. I want to be a little selfish and have my husband all to myself, for a bit longer. Just then, Goku walked back into our room and he looked pissed. “What happened?”

He took off his robe, and got into bed with me. He started kissing my shoulder up my neck, and lightly messaging my breasts. I tried asking again. “Nothing important. I spent them away. Now it’s us time.”

I pushed him again, and folded my arms. “Goku! What’s going on?”

He growled before he angerly pinned me to the bed. His words came out as a snarl. “I said it’s us time.” He was looking angrier by the second. Who in the word was at the door? “Chichi.” I gulped as his grip became tighter. “Us. Time. Got it!” I hesitantly nodded, but his anger didn’t go away. Mm. I tried to kiss him, but he denied me that joy; for now. He then went super, and that just added to my growing need for him. Whatever pissed him off just made it fun time for me. I couldn’t help smile, as I patiently waited for what he’ll do next. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long, as I found myself screaming at the top of my lungs.

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We just got out the bathroom, when I sensed them. At least they actually rang the doorbell instead of just walking in. I finally was getting some alone time, and they just had to interfere. After I set Chichi on the bed, I got my robe and went to go see what these people wanted. When I answered the door, Vegeta and Beerus looked shocked. Whis on the other hand looked amused. “What is it?”

Whis went on to say that they were heading to Beerus’ planet. Saying stuff about getting back to training. As fun as that sounds, I had something else to take care of. I told them not now. “Don’t get upset when I become stronger than you.” Nope! I can’t fall for it! That really upsets me that Vegeta would actually say that. For goodness sake! I looked over at him and said to go ahead. Saying I’ll happily play catchup. Beerus yelled at what was wrong with me. Vegeta on the other hand raised an eyebrow, before he smirked.

Is she currently able to walk? I felt my cheeks heat up, and I looked away. I then heard him snicker. Whis and Beerus seemed confused. “Just go. I currently have more important things to deal with.” Yeah. A harpy named Chichi. I looked over to Vegeta before punching his face. “Shut up!” He then starting really laugh. I’ll stop, but just do me a small favor while I’m gone. “What?” Bulma’s pregnant. Don’t tell anyone, and could you keep an eye on her for me. WHAT! I was just left in complete disbelief. But the sly smirk on his face confirmed it. “Fine!” Now I was beyond angry for multiple reasons.

The moment they left, and I closed the door I was still in disbelief. That sly dog. When did that happened? Wait! Why do I care? I slowly made my way back to Chichi, but my anger just grew. I’m happy for him, but I’m pissed he tried to bait me to go training. The moment I got into our room my mood was a bit better. Until she asked who was at the door. I was in no mood to bring that up. I just turned down training because of her. Heck, I’ll do it again. Right now, training isn’t important, but the beauty on my bed is.

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“Gohan?” He looked over to me, from behind his newspaper. “Do you know that older Trunks guy?”

“Yeah.” I looked at him surprised, and asked him from where. “He was the one who told us about android 18 and 17, plus about dad dying from a heart virus.” Why is he being so calm? I tried to work over to him, but he kept the paper from letting me see his face. “What’s the matter, Goten?” I told him to move the paper. “Why?”

“Why are you so calm?” He then got up and left the room. Why he do that? Just then Videl came into the living room with Pan. When she saw me, she handed me Pan and said to give her a moment. I wonder what that was about. As I played with Pan, I felt dad’s energy rise. What in the world is her doing? And why do I feel it from here? Uh? It disappeared. Just weird. Hope mom is ok?

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After seeing Trunks again, I wasn’t sure what to say or feel. Even when I asked him why he was back, he looked nervous. When he finally told me, I asked if there was anything I could do. He waved it off, and saying how I’ve done enough. “What do you mean?” He looked around the room, and then back at me.

“You’re happy. Especially after everything that happened. I can’t ask you for anything more.” Before I could say anything else, Videl had handed him Pan. “Aren’t you a little cutie.” Before he left, he told me how he hopes that I never had to face lost again. After that, I couldn’t stop holding onto Pan and Videl. But when mom called me the next day, I was kind of got worried. Especially since she was worried. It left me on edge, and even more when we went to Bulma’s. When I saw dad I almost went into a panic. What happened to him? As he ate, he told us about the situation in Trunks timeline, and it made me more on edge. I wish I could do something to help.

Once he finished, he had pulled me to the side. I tried asking more questions and asking if there was anything I could do. He was trying to tell me to calm down, but I just wasn’t having it. “Gohan, it’s ok.” I tried to tell him it’s not, but he just brought me into a hug. “It’s ok. It’ll be best that you stick this one out.” I tried to ask him why, but his hug became tighter. I then asked what happened, that he didn’t tell us. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll figure a way to beat him.” How would he be able to do that? Didn’t he say how he tried almost everything?

“Wait! Dad, let go.” When he let me go, he looked really surprised and confused. “Isn’t that Zeno guy able to destroy again?” He nod his head and asked where was I going with this. “What if he destroys Zamasu? But without destroying that dimension as a whole.” He still looked kind of confused, but I tried my best to explain.

“That actually might work.” He seemed to be thinking it over a bit. “But I’m not sure if he’ll be able to just destroy him, and not everything else.”

“All we could do it try.” He did look upset for a moment. “No, dad.” He looked at me surprised. “If it’s taking everyone of you this long to beat him, then this is the only way. There’s clearly no way he could ever change.” He smiled at me and ruffled my hair.

“You’re so smart. I’ll tell Vegeta about the plan.” The next day, I called the campus that I wasn’t coming in. I was going to stay with mom and Goten till dad got back. As we waited, mom asked me about what me and Videl were planning for Pan’s birthday. Why is she asked this now of all times? I told her that we weren’t sure, since it was still a good month away. She then went on about it’s never too early to plan a first birthday party. Even saying how it’ll be. It just became the afternoon when they finally came back. We ended up celebrating the victory, but I did notice something off with dad. I think even Goten noticed. But when we tried asking him, he would say it was noting. But he did hold onto Goten for a very long time. He didn’t even let go as they headed home, from what Goten told me. But the next day was even weirder.

Dad drove to my home. Something must be wrong. Even as he held Pan, he seemed to be lost in his own world. What in Dende’s name happened? Mom then pulled me to the side and asked me to watch Goten. Well, if mom can’t help dad then what else is there. I happily agreed. But when Goten started asking questions about Future Trunks, I started to feel off. When he asked how I knew him, I tried everything to stay calm. But after a bit I couldn’t take it, and just left the living room.

When I entered my study, I tried really hard to just breathe. Everything is ok. What happened in the past is over, and what happened now is done. It’ll be ok. But why do I suddenly feel useless? I kinda did help. Everything will be fine. Just then, Videl entered the study and asked if I wanted to talk. I was so grateful she was there, and just hugged her.

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