#i lov mother mother :3

[cocajimmycola]

17 - for the song pronouns thing

17 - All The Dying by Mother Mother

Anon/Anons/Anonself, Flow/Flower/Flowerself, Grave/Graves/Graveself, Death/Deaths/Deathself, Bone/Bones/Boneself, Rot/Rots/Rotself, Dec/Deco/Decomposeself, Siren/Sirens/Sirenself, Fight/Fights/Fightself, Red/Reds/Redself, Blood/Bloods/Bloodself, Angel/Angels/Angelself, Dirt/Dirts/Dirtself, Stone/Stones/Stoneself

[grungepuppet]

This is a weird question,is dream or nightmare scared of apples?

yes, dream may have mild malusdomesticophobia (i have learned a new word !!)

also the mystery caller was dream

they r dating

in this au

*disappears*

but wait

dream by jokublog

killer by rahafwabas

ok toodles ಠ⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಠ

[ariesangelxo]

mornings - part two

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: more angst, still no comfort (i promise it’s coming in the next part), heartbreak, one mention of panic attacks, prescription benzo use, recreational coke use, drinking, arguing, mention of a gun and a gunshot at the end, not proofread lol

an: thank u all SO SO much for all of the love on part one !!! i am blown away and in awe. there also will be a part three for sure <3

part three

the past twenty-six days had not been kind to you. your mornings were spent rotting away in bed until your mom would force you to get up, her expression of concern always made you feel even worse. your days weren’t much better, you forced yourself to detach from your heart and numb your emotions. it was the only way you knew how to keep going. you put on a mask during the day with your parents, giving them occasional smiles and laughs that weren’t the kind that warmed their hearts. they knew you weren’t okay, but they also knew they couldn’t force you to talk about it or you’d shut down completely. your nights consisted of taking a benzodiazepine in order to fall asleep, you couldn’t sleep without them. you tried, it only led to intense panic attacks and hysterical sobs that made your mother’s heart break in front of you.

this morning had been a bit different. you were awakened when you felt a weight in your bed, and in the haze of waking up you initially thought it was rafe. you shot up the moment you remembered everything, eyes widening and heart racing, but you looked over to see sarah in your bed. "oh my god, sarah you scared the hell out of me!" you exclaimed, holding a hand over your chest.

she let out a giggle, "i'm sorry, your mom let me in. i miss you," her tone was gentle. you had become very close with sarah during your relationship with rafe. being over at the cameron's house so often led to a beautiful friendship forming between the two of you. she was like a sister to you, something you cherished deeply as you didn't grow up with a sister.

you felt a pang of guilt in your chest at her words. you knew she missed you, she'd messaged you every single day since your break up without fail, even if you didn't always text back. you had seen her a couple times, but when she asked about what happened, you told her you weren't ready to talk about it. sarah was incredibly understanding, knowing how much you loved her brother and not wanting to push you too far.

"i miss you too, sar. i'm sorry i've been such a shit friend lately." you responded to her. you gave her a small smile, curling up next to her as she sat against your headboard.

"it's okay, i know you're not doing great with everything going on right now," she trailed off with a sad smile, "but, you're going out with me tonight!" she became animated as she spoke.

you didn't have it in your heart to deny her, not when she looked at you like you were the most important person in her world. "you know i can't say no to you. where are we going?" you asked curiously.

"there's going to be a huge party at the boneyard, and you're coming with me. no ifs, ands, or buts." she giggled out, "i need to get you out of your room, you're rotting away in here, babe."

"god, you sound just like my mother," you teased back. "i'll go though, i miss you more than you know. i even miss the pogues a bit." you both laughed, referencing her newer relationship with john b.

you couldn't prevent your curiosity from getting the better of you, "how- how has he been?"

sarah bit her lip, debating internally how much to tell you. "he's been... not great. i don't see him much when i'm home, he's usually in his room with the door shut. he's been a lot more moody too, snapping at literally everyone in the house. it probably didn't help that i told him he's an idiot and he fucked up the best thing to ever happen to him."

you couldn't suppress the laugh that slipped through your lips or the slight satisfaction you felt knowing that you weren't the only one struggling. "i love you sar. thank you." you leaned over, giving her a hug.

"i love you too. now get your ass up and shower. we're getting you a new outfit for the party."

you spent the next few hours strolling through the streets of figure eight with sarah. your arms held multiple shopping bags, filled with clothes she insisted you needed for tonight. you were incredibly grateful that she had forced you out of bed, you actually felt human for the first time since everything happened.

you found yourself in a small cafe, giggling as sarah told you a story from one of her drunken adventures with the pogues.

“you know… you should talk to jj tonight. i know he thinks you’re hot.” sarah gave you a mischievous smile as she wiggled her brows.

“funny,” you rolled your eyes playfully at her, “but it’s way too soon for me to get into anything with anybody right now.”

“i didn’t mean start dating him, i just think you would have fun together.”

“i just- i don’t know, sar. i’ve been such a wreck these past few weeks… can i tell you what happened?” you looked up from your fingers to meet her eyes, now widened with shock.

“yeah, of course you can. but don’t feel like you have to if you don’t want to.”

you were grateful for her support, going into your explanation of how the last couple months of your relationship, rafe’s behavior changed drastically. sarah hung on to your every word, needing to know exactly what led to the end of your relationship.

“and so i walked into the country club to surprise him. i spent the whole morning getting ready, did my makeup how he likes, even wore a new sundress that i know he would have loved. but i walked in and…” you looked up as your vision began to blur, “he was talking with some bitch i’ve never seen before bartending. she had short brunette hair, but he fucking smirked at her the way he only does- did for me. and- and then, she basically fucking held his hand while she fucked him with her eyes, and he let it happen!”

you spit the words out like they were poison on your tongue, not noticing your voice beginning to raise with frustration. sarah’s jaw was nearly on the floor.

“what the- what the fuck?” she racked her brain, trying to remember if she’d seen anyone matching your description recently, but nothing came to her.

“god, shit. i’m so sorry, babe. i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him.” she attempted to console you as you dabbed your eyes with a napkin.

you shrugged your shoulders, “what’s done is done. i just want to forget about everything for a while.”

she nodded, “then let’s go get ready. we can pregame at yours and ride with john b and them.”

after a few shots, a couple hours spent transforming yourself to not look like you spent the last three weeks trying to cope with your break up, and a lot of laughter, you and sarah were ready to go.

you wore a cropped loosely crocheted white sweater over your pink bikini and a white miniskirt that hugged your hips , the strings from your bottom peaking out from the top of it. you were finally feeling good about yourself again, and you’d be damned if you let anyone ruin it.

the ride to the boneyard only lifted your spirits more. it was impossible not to laugh around the pogues, especially when jj did whatever he could to hear your giggle.

you arrived just as the party was beginning to pick up. relief flooded your veins when you didn’t see rafe anywhere. you knew it was a possibility he’d be here, but it was going to be significantly easier to have a decent night without his presence lingering around.

you filled up a red solo cup at the keg, downing the cheap alcohol before refilling it.

“slow down there, or you might not make it too long.” jj approached you, giving you a flirty smile.

you gave him a laugh in response, “i’ll be fine, jay. i just want to be able to let loose tonight.”

“stick by me then, don’t want any of these pervs creeping on you.” the thinly veiled concern in his voice made you smile. you know he’s flirting, but it’s clear he wants to keep you safe knowing it’s your first night out in so long.

you spent the next hour surrounded by the pogues, and true to his word, jj looked out for you. he did so well that you failed to notice who had shown up to the party, the one and only rafe cameron.

rafe, on the other hand, saw you immediately upon arriving. it was impossible for him not to when your presence demanded his attention. he was not happy to see who you were hanging around with. his ongoing beef with the pogues was well known by everybody on the island. he didn’t come to party though, he had other business to attend to as barry gave him a side eye, “fuck are you doing, country club? you can fight for your girl later, we’ve got shit to do.”

your drink had somehow disappeared. your furrowed your brows as you looked down, giggling to yourself as you told your friends you were going to get another one. you were at the perfect level of drunk, not to the point of blacking out or vomiting, but to where you couldn’t quite walk in a straight line and everything was funny to you.

you stumbled up to the keg, starting to fill up your cup when you felt someone watching you. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you instantly knew who it was. it was as though there was a chip in you that alerted you to when he was nearby. you took a deep breath as you turned your head slightly, seeing rafe sat next to a man you didn’t know as he handed a small plastic bag filled with overpriced coke to a touron. rafe’s eyes didn’t leave you as he signaled him to leave.

you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, the hand holding onto your cup now trembling and the lump in your throat building. rafe stood, starting to approach you as you froze. your brain was screaming at you to run but your body refused to move an inch.

“what the fuck do you want, cameron?” your words were spat out with venom. your tone clearly surprised you both as he looked shocked momentarily. you were typically one to stand your ground, but never ever was your attitude aimed towards him.

“what do you mean ‘what the fuck do i want’? you fucking up and left out of nowhere and haven’t spoken to me in almost a month.” his voice was filled with anger, his nose flaring as he clenched his jaw.

you let out a humorless laugh, “out of nowhere? you can’t be serious, rafe. you treated me like shit the last few months of our relationship.” you didn’t yet mention seeing his interaction with the bartender at the country club, not knowing if topper and kelce had told him about seeing you when you left that fateful day.

“what? be-because i couldn’t be with you twenty-four fucking seven? like i- i wasn’t out working my ass off to afford nice shit for you?”

“‘working your ass off’ will you stop fucking lying to me? i fucking saw you at the country club,” his facial expression showed confusion, bringing his brows together to try and understand what you were talking about, “you let that bitch touch you, you looked at her how you used to look at me. i spent hours getting ready, i showed up, wanting to surprise my boyfriend for lunch, and what do i see? my boyfriend letting some bartender hang off of him while he flirts with her?”

your voice had raised as you got more and more angry. you were now shouting at him as other partygoers failed to hide their stares and murmuring. nobody ever talked to the kook prince the way you currently were, unless they wanted their face bashed in.

rafe grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you down the beach and away from others. you stumbled behind him, knowing you weren’t physically or mentally strong enough to push him away.

when you looked up at him, you suddenly noticed his blown-out pupils. you felt your heart sink. “you’re using again.” you stated flatly.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. “don’t act like you fucking care.” he spat out at you.

“jesus fucking christ- rafe, when did you start again?”

“don’t worry about it. when did you come to the country club?” his tone was demanding, sparking further irritation in you.

“the day i left. i- i let a lot of shit slide for too long, because… because i wanted to be a good girlfriend and support you when i thought you were just stressed out from work. and, in return, i get to watch my boyfriend make me look like a fucking idiot.”

rafe was silent for a minute, his lips pursed as he clearly was trying to remember what he was doing before he came home to an angry ward and an empty room. then realization hit him, he knew exactly what you were talking about. he brought his palm up to his face, groaning.

when he was about to speak, he was cut off. “is cameron bothering you?” jj’s familiar voice called out. you looked past rafe’s large figure to see all of the pogues standing beside him, looking ready for a fight if it came to it.

rafe gave a humorless chuckle, “stay the fuck out of it, pogue.” he clearly wouldn’t go down without a fight either.

your heart stopped for a moment and your body filled with ice cold terror as jj pulled out a gun that was hidden behind his back in his waistband. it was clear you weren’t the only one not expecting it as the rest of them looked at jj with concern, john b telling him to put it away. “yeah? let’s fucking go, rafe. been itching for a fight for too long.”

everything became blurred. the mixture of shouting, seeing figures suddenly moving towards each other, and the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot, and then everything went black.

[deliciousangelfestival]

Another Ending - 4 | Bucky Barnes

Character: ex!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a short week watching over your niece, who loves romance books. She thought you were just a normal aunt, but it turns out you have secrets.

Tags: Spies, action, threat, offense, fight scene, violence, romance, comedy.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 ,-

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Inside the cozy café, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the soft hum of chatter, Jill Krege sat at her usual spot near the window. The café was a revolving door of people, each bringing their unique quirks and stories, making it the perfect place to find inspiration for new characters. For a bestselling author like Jill, places like this were gold mines—at least, they usually were.

Today, however, was different. Despite the stream of customers, none sparked the creative flame she was hoping for. She sighed, disappointed, and began packing her belongings into her bag. Her latest novel, The Red Swan, had catapulted her to fame, and with that fame came the pressure to produce something just as captivating. Her agent was already pushing her for a new book, but inspiration was proving elusive.

Just as she was about to leave, a new group entered the café—a family, by the looks of it. A mother, a father, and their teenage daughter. Jill's eyes were immediately drawn to them. The mother had a cool, confident demeanor, and the father… something about him struck a chord. He reminded her of the male protagonist in The Red Swan. And the daughter? She seemed like an ordinary teenager, though her eyes were sharp, and observant.

As the daughter scanned the drinks menu, she glanced over at Jill, and their eyes met, her eyes lightened up like she recognized someone.

She must be a fan, Jill thought, instinctively straightening her posture and smoothing her hair. She reached into her bag, readying a pen for an autograph.

Lori turned to you both and whispered. “Why don’t you guys get drinks? I’ll give you the signal.”

Watching her stride confidently towards Jill, both you and Bucky felt a flicker of unease. “Did a 13-year-old just give us an order?” Bucky murmured.

“She’s perfect,” you replied with a smirk, clearly impressed by Lori’s nerve.

Bucky chuckled, squeezing your hand as you both walked toward the cashier. “So, what will it be, dear? I’ll take the usual—an iced Americano.”

You shot him a look, surprised by the sudden intimacy. Bucky leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “We have to play the roles of mom and dad, right?” he whispered, a playful wink following his words.

Rolling your eyes, you turned to the cashier. “Two iced Americanos and one matcha latte, please,” you said. Then, glancing at him, you added, “A real married couple would stop acting so lovey-dovey.”

While waiting for the drinks, you both stood in silence. “I noticed you never mentioned Lori's father,” Bucky remarked, remembering that Lori had mentioned her father, but you had never brought him up.

“He died,” you answered, your voice subdued. Lori's father had passed away several years ago from stomach cancer. Your sister had become obsessed with creating healthy food in hopes of helping him. Though he managed to maintain his weight and appearance, the cancer cells never stopped, and eventually, they took his life.

In the wake of his death, your sister became even more fervent about spreading healthy eating habits. Lori, on the other hand, had been very quiet after her father's death. To cope with her grief, she had turned to reading books, finding solace in them. You knew that was her way of escaping.

She used to be a quiet girl like you, but after her father died, she began to change. She became more like him—cheerful, funny, and with a love for singing.

Bucky was taken aback. With Lori’s cheerful demeanor, he had never imagined she had experienced such pain. Now, he felt a pang of sympathy for her.

Meanwhile, Lori approached Jill cautiously, her steps deliberate. She paused before speaking, her voice small and nervous. “Hello, Miss Jill?”

Jill’s smile widened as she turned to face the young fan. “Hello to you too.”

Any pretense of Lori’s role melted away as her inner fangirl took over. “I’m your biggest fan! I really love this book!” She held up a copy of The Red Swan with gleaming eyes. “Can I get your autograph and maybe a picture with you? But only if it’s okay.”

Jill’s heart warmed at the polite request. Fans like Lori were the reason she loved what she did. “Of course!” she said, signing the book and preparing for a photo.

Lori suddenly looked around, feigning surprise. “Oh no, my phone’s with my dad!” She waved you and Bucky over. “Mom, Dad! Come here!”

That’s the signal, you thought as you and Bucky made your way to Lori. The two of you snapped a few photos, with Lori grinning from ear to ear.

“Mom, let’s take a picture together!” Lori suggested, her voice dropping to a whisper as she turned to Jill. “My mom won’t admit it, but she loves your book too.”

Jill nodded, finding the idea charming, and invited you to join in. You played along, acting bashful as you handed the phone to Bucky.

Now, it was you, Lori, and Jill posing together.

“One, two, three, say Tchaikovsky!” Bucky announced with a grin.

You and Lori smiled brightly, both saying “Tchaikovsky!” in unison.

But Jill didn’t. The color drained from her face as she heard the name. Tchaikovsky. No one ever mentioned that name, not in her circles, not even in passing.

It wasn’t a name associated with classical music for her—it was tied to something far more sinister, something only she and a select few knew about. It was the name of a mission, a report she had read, and a man she never wanted to cross paths with again.

Jill froze, her mind racing. How do they know?

Your eyes narrowed as you saw her reaction. It was all the confirmation you needed. The name was a gamble—a code word that only someone with knowledge of the mission would recognize. And Jill’s reaction was telling.

You leaned in close, your voice a whisper that barely reached her ears. “If you want to live, follow us.”

Jill nodded, her hands trembling as she hurriedly gathered her belongings and followed you out of the café.

As you made your way to the car, you and Bucky exchanged a glance. Both of you noticed the black sedans idling near the café, their drivers watching you intently. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You weren’t safe yet.

“Get in, quick,” Bucky urged as the four of you piled into the car. He floored the gas, pulling away from the curb just as the sedans roared to life, tires screeching as they gave chase.

Jill clutched her bag tightly, her eyes wide with fear as she glanced back at the cars gaining on you. “Who are they?” she whispered, her voice shaking.

“Not the kind of people you want to meet,” you replied, your tone grim as you kept your eyes on the road ahead.

The chase intensified, with Bucky weaving through traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions as he tried to lose the tail. You kept a close watch on the side mirrors, searching for any sign of an opportunity to shake them off.

Finally, as you approached a busy intersection, Bucky made a sharp turn, diving into a narrow alleyway just as the traffic light turned red. The sedans were forced to a stop, unable to follow.

Bucky didn’t slow down until you were several blocks away, the sound of sirens fading into the distance. Only then did he exhale, glancing at you with a look of relief. “We lost them. For now.”

Jill was still in shock, her mind racing to make sense of what had just happened. You turned to her, your expression serious. “We need to talk. And you’re going to tell us everything.”

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In a secluded, dimly lit room, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Jill Krege sat tied to a wooden chair, her hands bound behind her back. The only sound was the faint creak of the old floorboards beneath her feet. Her eyes darted around nervously, landing on the door where you and Bucky stood, your expressions unreadable.

Lori was safely out of sight, back in the car, just as you insisted. This could go bad quickly, and you couldn’t risk her being involved.

“Now, Miss Jill,” Bucky began, his voice low and controlled, “tell us. How do you know about the Red Swan mission? Are you with the agency?”

Jill’s head snapped up, panic flashing in her eyes. “No,” she stammered, shaking her head vigorously. She glanced between you and Bucky, her gaze dropping to the floor as she mumbled, “I’m sorry. Did he send you here for royalties? I’ll prepare the payment as soon as I can.”

Both you and Bucky exchanged a look of surprise. “He?” you questioned, your tone sharp.

Jill hesitated, too terrified to continue. Her hands trembled, the ropes binding her wrists biting into her skin.

“Please, believe me,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “I had no idea the story would blow up like this. I’m just a failed writer who took another job as a nurse at a nursing home. I changed all the names to make sure they didn’t match the reports.”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up. “Make changes? The mission details, the routes, the street names, the hotel numbers, even the seats at the opera—they’re all the same. You’re a lazy author.”

Jill winced, guilt washing over her. She hadn’t had the money to pay for a fact-checker, and the publisher assured her it was fine. Nobody had ever complained—until today.

But then, a realization struck her, and she lifted her head, her eyes widening. “Wait a minute! Are you Agent Cipher?”

Her gaze shifted to you. “And you’re Agent Nightingale?”

A spark of excitement lit up her face, reminiscent of Lori’s fangirl energy. “Oh my God! Both of you are real! I can’t believe it!” She looked you and Bucky over, from head to toe, nodding as if something had clicked. “I can see why.”

Bucky sighed inwardly, feeling more exhausted than before. Another one, he thought. “For the last time, Miss Krege, who gave you the details of this mission?”

Jill’s excitement dimmed slightly as she answered, “It was Mr. Henry Tucci.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Is he bald, with scars on the back of his head, and only three fingers on his left hand?”

Jill’s eyes widened further. “Yes! There are scars on the back of his head, but he’s not bald anymore.”

That was all you needed to hear. The physical description matched perfectly. You knew who Henry Tucci really was—your former handler, Mr. Herb.

The one who still had access to those classified reports. Jill wasn’t a threat; she was just a nurse who had stumbled upon a treasure trove of secrets and turned them into a novel. But something still didn’t add up.

Why would Henry be so careless as to let someone like Jill get her hands on those reports?

“That’s all we need,” you said, your tone firm but not unkind. You pulled up a chair and began cutting the rope that bound her hands. “Thank you for your cooperation.”

Bucky leaned in close to Jill, his voice low and dangerous. “If a word about us gets out, you know what will happen, right?”

Jill nodded quickly, too frightened to speak.

“Where is this nursing home?” you asked, your eyes narrowing.

Jill scratched her head, hesitant. “At Legacy Residence Nursing Home. It’s not exactly a nursing home…”

“Explain,” you demanded.

“It’s a nursing home,” Jill began cautiously, “but it’s also like a prison for elders. Most of them are too old to be in a regular jail.”

You massaged your forehead, frustration mounting. This just got a whole lot more complicated.

“Let’s go,” you said to Bucky, turning on your heel and heading for the door.

“Wait, wait… I have questions!” Jill called after you, desperation creeping into her voice. “Can I interview you for my next book?”

“No,” you and Bucky replied in unison, not breaking stride.

“Please! Maybe I could give the characters a good ending,” Jill insisted.

Your footsteps faltered. “What happened to the ending?” you asked, a dangerous edge in your voice.

Jill hesitated, her excitement faltering under your glare. “Well… it’s a sad ending. The male character gets shot and falls off a cliff.”

You shot Bucky a look, both of you visibly tensing.

“But it could be an open ending,” Jill added quickly. “Look at you both now—you’re alive!”

“No,” you repeated, this time more forcefully.

Jill tried to follow you to the car, still pleading her case, but you and Bucky ignored her. Lori, however, couldn’t bear to see her idol so dejected. She rolled down the window as you approached.

“Miss Krege, I’m sorry,” Lori said, her voice small but sincere.

Jill spotted her and asked. “Are you their daughter?”

“Lori, don’t answer that,” you warned.

Jill reached into her bag and pulled out a card. “If you have any stories, please contact me. This is my private number.”

Lori’s eyes widened in disbelief. She had just gotten her idol’s number. “Yes, you can count on me!”

“Bye!” she called out as the car started to move.

Jill waved back, a mix of disappointment and excitement swirling within her. Today was her lucky day. Despite the danger, she had everything she needed for her next bestseller.

Seeing Jill’s figure shrink and eventually disappear from view, Lori adjusted her sitting position and asked, “So where are we going next?”

“To a nursing home. This time we need your acting skills again,” you replied.

Lori gave a salute gesture. “At your service, Sergeant!” Then she turned to Bucky. “Did I do a great job?”

Bucky glanced at her through the rearview mirror. Reaching back, he patted her head. “You did. I’m proud of you.”

When Lori heard that, she felt a lump in her throat. It had been a while since she’d heard those words or had someone pat her head. Bucky’s large hand reminded her of her father. She lowered her head, cleared her throat, and asked, “What do I need to do next?”

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At Legacy Residence Nursing Home, the atmosphere was far from the peaceful retirement community it might appear to be at first glance. This was no ordinary place where elders spent their twilight years in comfort. Instead, it was a luxurious prison, a haven for former criminals who were too powerful and wealthy to serve time in a regular jail.

The residents here were dangerous individuals, their pasts shrouded in secrecy, and though it was technically a prison, the price of admission ensured that their surroundings were lavish. Guards patrolled the grounds, and the security was tight, but family visits were almost unheard of.

Most of the criminals housed here had long since alienated any relatives, and their only visitors were usually lawyers managing their affairs.

So when you and Lori walked through the front doors, your presence caused quite a stir. The guards exchanged puzzled glances, and the receptionist at the front desk looked up in surprise as you approached.

“Hello,” you greeted her politely, keeping your voice calm and composed.

“Yes, ma'am. How can I help you?” the receptionist replied, her tone professional but tinged with curiosity.

You cleared your throat, mentally preparing yourself for the act you were about to put on. “Yes, uhm, I’d like to visit my father, Mr. Henry Tucci.”

The receptionist’s fingers flew over the keyboard, searching the system. “Uhm, Mr. Tucci doesn’t have any listed family.”

A wave of relief washed over you. He was here, and he was alive. You quickly composed yourself, shifting your expression to one of sadness and regret. “I’m sorry. Yes, it’s been a long time since I last saw my father. We… cut ties because of his job.”

The receptionist’s gaze softened, understanding flashing in her eyes. She was well aware of the type of people housed here, and it wasn’t hard to imagine a child distancing themselves from a criminal parent.

“And my daughter,” you continued, pulling Lori closer to your side, “she wants to meet her grandfather.”

Lori played her part flawlessly. She looked up at the receptionist with wide, innocent eyes, her lower lip quivering slightly as she clutched a piece of paper tightly in her hands.

The paper, folded neatly, had “Nice to meet you, Grandpa” scrawled on it in Lori’s careful handwriting. She glanced at the receptionist, her expression a perfect mix of hope and nervousness.

The sight of Lori’s apparent longing to meet her grandfather was enough to tug at anyone’s heartstrings. The receptionist’s resolve visibly softened, and she gave you both a sympathetic look. “No matter what, he’s still family, right?”

You nodded, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears, as you reached up to wipe them away with the tip of your finger. “Yes, exactly. Thank you so much for understanding.”

Moved by the emotion in the air, the receptionist handed you two guest necklaces. “I’ll let your father know about the surprise. He’ll be delighted to have his daughter and granddaughter visiting him.”

You accepted the necklaces with a grateful nod, giving her a tearful smile. “Thank you,” you murmured, holding onto Lori’s hand as you prepared to face what came next.

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You and Lori waited in the garden, a beautifully landscaped area that seemed more fitting for a high-end resort than a prison. The sun was shining, birds chirped in the distance, and the gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the meticulously maintained trees.

If it weren't for the discreetly placed guards and the subtle sense of tension in the air, it would be easy to forget that this was a place where some of the world's most dangerous criminals were confined.

Lori, ever the curious and bold teenager, was taking everything in with wide eyes. She wasn’t scared at all; in fact, you almost wished she were, if only to make her a bit more cautious.

Instead, she leaned closer to you, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, "Aunt, that guard over there is handsome. I could see his muscles from here. I wouldn’t mind staying in a place like this."

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her casual remark. "You’d have to be a criminal first. A threatening and powerful one at that."

Lori pondered this for a moment, her brow furrowing in mock seriousness. "Hmm… what should I do to qualify?"

Before you could reply, you heard a voice behind you, gravelly yet carrying a tone of amused resignation. “They thought I had dementia when I told them I don’t have a daughter or granddaughter.”

You turned to see Henry Tucci approaching. He was an older man in his seventies, his hair a silvery gray that matched the fine lines etched into his weathered face. He wore a pair of glasses that gave him a scholarly look, more like a retired professor than the feared handler he once was.

The years had softened his once intimidating presence, but there was still a sharpness in his eyes that hinted at the formidable man he used to be.

“I guess so. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have let your nurse read the ‘Red Swan’ project,” you replied, keeping your tone even, though the irritation was evident. “Did you forget to secure it properly?”

Henry raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. “So that’s why you’re here,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of satisfaction. “I remember that young nurse. She had quick hands. If the agency still existed, I would’ve hired her.”

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Lori, who had been watching him with open curiosity. “You have a daughter?” he asked, a touch of surprise in his voice.

“My niece,” you clarified.

Lori, ever polite despite the strange circumstances, waved her hand. “Hello.”

Henry returned the gesture with a warm smile. “Hello, young lady.”

“Why did you bring your niece here?” he asked you.

“It was because of her that I found out about this,” you replied, pulling out a copy of The Red Swan from your bag. You held it up for Henry to see, the cover prominently displaying the book that had unintentionally exposed so many secrets.

Henry lit his cigar, letting the smoke curl lazily around him before he spoke again. “Ah, yes, that book.” His tone was dismissive but carried an undercurrent of grudging respect. "It’s quite the little troublemaker, isn’t it? Also, the most interesting mission the agency got."

You rolled your eyes and decided to keep the conversation light for now. “How many years did you get?”

Henry’s eyes twinkled with a dark amusement. “For life.”

“I can’t exactly feel sorry for you,” you said, glancing around the picturesque garden. “This place is like heaven.”

Henry lit a cigar, taking a deep inhale before speaking. “Try living here with killers, mafias, and corrupt officials for a few days. My hands itch to strangle their necks—”

You cleared your throat sharply, a pointed reminder of Lori’s presence. Henry caught himself, glancing at Lori before exhaling the smoke and growing more serious. “Where is he?”

“Who?” you asked, though you already knew.

“Your flame, your lover, the traitor,” Henry replied, his tone a mix of disdain and curiosity. Despite Bucky’s potential, Henry had always resented him. Bucky’s betrayal of the agency had been a personal slight.

You avoided his question, focusing on the pressing matter. “First, tell me why you let a civilian read the mission report,” you demanded. “And why was a writer chosen to care for you?”

Henry chuckled softly, tapping his fingers on the table as he considered his answer. “You’ve always had a sharp mind,” he said, a note of pride in his voice. “Yes, I chose her because of her background. And yes, I let her take the report.”

“Why?” you pressed, trying to make sense of his reckless actions.

“Because I’m bored,” Henry replied, his casual tone catching you off guard.

You leaned forward, anger simmering. “Because of you, everyone knows about the mission. And now, they’re chasing me and him.”

Henry’s expression remained unchanged, though a flicker of amusement or regret passed through his eyes. “Oh,” he responded, almost dismissively.

“I could make them stop,” Henry offered as if it were a trivial matter. His eyes glinted with a mix of challenge and opportunity. “As long as you can get me out of here.”

You crossed your arms, your eyes narrowing. “You planned this, didn’t you? You wanted us to come here, to get you out. You want to escape.”

Henry’s smile widened, confirming your suspicions. Jill’s success with the book had not been a mere coincidence; it was a carefully orchestrated plan by Henry himself. He had been pulling the strings from within his gilded cage, manipulating events from the confines of the nursing home.

The real motive behind his actions was far less straightforward than mere boredom. For Henry, it was akin to a twisted game of treasure hunting. He was driven by an intense curiosity, a desire to see which of his old connections would notice the hidden clues buried in the pages of The Red Swan.

What would happen next? Who would come looking? It was a way to inject a bit of excitement into his otherwise monotonous existence.

Over the year since the book’s release, he had watched with a mix of disappointment and impatience. There had been no significant fallout, no grand revelations—until today. But to be honest, he hadn’t anticipated that you, one of his top agents, would be the one to unravel his little game.

And even more surprising was the role of your niece in the discovery. The unexpected involvement of a teenager had added a layer of complexity he hadn’t counted on.

Henry leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting between you and Lori. “You see, it was never just about the book or the chaos it created. It was about the challenge—testing the waters, seeing if anyone was sharp enough to pick up on the clues I’d planted.”

He chuckled softly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “I didn’t expect you to come here. I didn’t expect a teenager to be the key to solving my little puzzle. But here you are, proving that even in a place like this, things can still get interesting.”

You stared at him, grappling with the realization that his manipulation had been far more intricate than you’d initially thought. His aim had been to create a ripple effect, to see who would react and how.

“I taught you well,” Henry admitted a hint of pride in his voice. “Now, where’s Bucky?”

You remained silent, giving him nothing.

Unfazed, Henry took another slow puff of his cigar. “I’m the agents’ handler. I know everyone’s real name.”

You stayed quiet, but he continued, undeterred. “He’s already preparing to get you out of here.”

Henry clapped his hands together, clearly pleased. “I knew I could count on you two.”

Lori, who had been listening intently, suddenly spoke up. “Wow… really mind-blowing!” She looked at Henry with wide-eyed admiration. “Sir, you’re a genius.”

Henry chuckled, clearly enjoying the compliment. “Hahaha… thank you, little girl.”

“Are you satisfied with what you’ve done?” you asked, your voice tight with frustration. You clenched your fist, the knuckles whitening as you tried to keep your anger in check.

"You're not exactly blameless yourself," Henry said, his voice carrying a hint of mockery. "You also betrayed the agency."

That was why you and Bucky had been chased—because the previous agency you worked for had also turned against you both.

You shot him a cold look. "It’s what we do."

Henry smirked. “Touché.”

Just then, a guard and the receptionist who had helped you and Lori enter the nursing home appeared. The guard announced, “Mr. Tucci, your visiting time is over.”

Henry rose from his seat and spread his arms, a crooked smile on his face. He looked at you and Lori expectantly, as if waiting for a family embrace. As you moved closer, he leaned in and whispered, "I’ll be expecting my ride. And don’t forget, you owe me."

“What do you mean?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Henry’s grin widened. “Without this book, you and Bucky wouldn’t have ended up together.”

Lori, her face lit up with a bright smile, chimed in, “He’s right!” She and Henry shared a laugh, the camaraderie between them almost palpable. Meanwhile, you managed only a tight strained smile.

To the guard and receptionist, it looked like a touching family reunion. In reality, you were itching to punch this old man in the face. You forced a smile, though the tension in your shoulders betrayed your true feelings.

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our love in photos

part 1: paddock day , part 2: our leclerc win — next

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charles_leclerc P1 babyyyyyy! Week here in Barcelona shows we should keep pushing, even on the last lap🏎️

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ynchaaa IS THAT YN SHE DIDNT WEAR A POLO WHAT

⤷ yncharles.16 WHAT. PARENTS?

⤷ charlottecharles1 thank god they broke up

⤷ charleeeeee but they just had their one year anniv? ⤷ gossipxxwag yall she was literally at the garage. what are u on😭

june 23, 2024

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yn barcelonaaaa gp! my favorite one for reasons the whole world knows;) baby got p1 and then i heard a broke up? huh. he’s stuck with me and chained to my bed so he can’t leave. if he’s with someone else that’s me in a wig 😘 stay jealous haters xx

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landonorris the bed part wasn’t necessary

⤷ yn i didnt mean it like that DIRTY MJND DUMBASSSSSS

⤷landonorris Oh. Nevermind

charles_leclerc I’d be crazy to not end up with you. ❤️

⤷ yn biting my lip and kicking my feet 😊

yourbsf CRAZY IN LOOVEEEEE

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june 23, 2024

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charles_leclerc a summer well spent ☀️

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charchar1 did you win pingpong 🤭

⤷ charles_leclerc Of course! ⤷ yn i almost believed you babe

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monte carlo, monaco

liked by charles_leclerc, fernandoalo_oficial, and 3,383,484 others yn late summaaaa diaries 🫀🩰🎧📜

ps. why do u guys think sharl didnt post a pic of himself playing LOLLLL

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ynsmodel WHAT DOES SHE NOT DO. charleslando mother feeding us the content we deserve 😌

charles_leclerc No one had to know, baby…

⤷ yn im competitive, i cant lose to my boyfriend in PINGPONG

⤷ charles_leclerc Well the photo was not needed!

⤷ yn youre cute

⤷ charles_leclerc Oh, well thank you. ❤️

⤷landonorris LOL HE FOLDED SO QUICKLY IM LAUGHIGN

⤷ yn shut up norris, only i can bully him

june 28, 2024

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yn DNF today but still the proudest of charles 💌 i simply do not understand why the car suddenly lost engine right before the race but fine, god works in mysterious ways. next week we will come back stronger. we will, and should, always support charles, as well as carlos. forza ferrari ❤️ [COMMENTS HAVE BEEN DISABLED]

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yn.jpg who else did u think id post first? (d1🫀)

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yn.jpg day 2! landitooooo my photographer bff alongside danny ❤️

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yn.jpg day 3: my 2nd fav driver 🏎️

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⤷ yn TE QUIEROOOO FONSO!! buena suerte hoy i love you fonso!! good luck today

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[yawarakaizai]

pm!dazai taking reader on a date after school, but it’s somehow awkward! tried to get you a stuffie from a claw machine but failed miserably, so he shot the glass out of frustration.. something like that hehe ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

ⵌ HANGIN' OUT THE PASSENGER SIDE OF HIS BEST FRIEND'S RIDE

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT PM Dazai Osamu (BSD) CONTENTS You were a horrible pair. You two were unlikely and the path ahead of you could have never predicted such thing to happen. You aren't sure why or how, but you found yourself the centre of Osamu Dazai's attraction. NOTE fluff, reader and dazai are 16/17, brief chuuya, jealousy, young love COMPANY No Scrubs

A/N wrote th is thro ughou t th e sch ool d ay ;3; forgi ve any mist a kes or rush ed writ ing !!! eeeeeeE EEEE i lov requ ests ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

It was embarrassing at this point.

You disliked bringing any sort of unwanted attention to yourself more than anything else. And yet, you owe it to the brunette by your side who attracted stares like a magnet.

" Owwh, fuck! " His drawn out swear accompanied by the stomping of his shoe against the carpeted floor. It's biometric, vibrant patterns splattered across a dark black background sickened you to stare for too long.

" I told you, these are a scam ", you attempted to protest against his insistence that he was sure to win this time, no take-backs. " Why not buy a ticket to the bowling alley instead of wasting it on these? " You remained temperate in opposition to his rowdy and indecent behaviour. You adopted the traits of an older sister, or a mother.

" No way! I spent too much to give up now. " Your head ached. " Look, if I keep inching it closer to the drop, I'll be sure to get it. "

And so, the poor joystick would continue to be abused, 200 yen being inserted into the comparator with every miss, Dazai's agitation growing with each failure.

It had been a sultry evening after school. Gathering your belongings and preparing to take the daily commute home, the pitter-patter of heavy footsteps ran behind you to reveal none other than Dazai Osamu.

He was somewhat of an enigma to everyone who knew him, even those that never exchanged a word with him knew of his name.

Dazai had a horrible track-record and even worse attendance. With a mysterious bandage over his right eye.

Despite his lack of punctuality and participation in classes, he not once has ever failed an exam. Many rumours circulated that he'd cheat - though no evidence of such was ever received. Others thought he must've slept his way to good grades.

Or, he was just inhumanely intelligent.

" Y/N! Y/N! " His ecstatic voice beckoned you to stop walking as he had finally caught up to you, bending over to catch his breath. " Let's visit the arcade together! "

You didn't know what possessed you to accept.

" Oy! Leave 'er alone, moron. Some people actually have work to get to after school. "

And there was his companion, Chuuya. Underestimating him is like a death wish. He was short. Horribly, unfortunately short. Sometimes, you'd feel bashful for the fact he'd have to look up at you sometimes.

Unlike Dazai, Chuuya's absence from school wasn't intentional.

No, not at all. Chuuya never missed a day of school on his own accord. His record full of missed days were from suspensions.

Often getting into fights with anyone, he has never lost a fight.

The duo had a dynamic you couldn't quite grasp.

And then there was you in the middle of it all.

Dazai had lured you into the friend-group about two years ago, when you were all put in the same base class and Dazai, in his extroverted glory, made attempts to suck up to all in class.

You listened to how the girls would swoon and whisper amongst themselves about the legend that was Dazai Osamu, and once he reached you, you couldn't be less impressed than what he had to offer.

" Oh, c'mon Y/N! It won't take too long, we never hang out anymore! "

His sad attempt at desperate puppy eyes lightened your day a little, so you thought you should humour him, just this once.

You didn't know much about Dazai and Chuuya's private life and you didn't pry into the territory either.

All you knew was that they were filthy rich and had a connection to the principal, Ogai Mori. Otherwise, they would've been expelled a long time ago.

" Let it go, Dazai. It's not worth it. " You put your hand on his shoulder as he leaned forward, nose barely touching the glass of the claw machine as he tried to focus on getting just what he wanted.

" But you looked at it! " He whined, digging into his pockets as the machine played a sound of defeat. " And? "

" And that means I need to get it for you! "

He insisted profusely that it'll be worth it, and you continued to doubt him. You've been standing by his side for thirty minutes at this point and not once has he won a prize.

You remarked to him that the game was purposely rigged, pointing out how weak the claw was and estimating the plushies within were weighing a little over the maximum capacity something so weak would be able to grasp for more than two seconds. That, and also how the claw would never close properly, inching in barely and dropping what toy it had luckily managed to hold onto.

And that degrading sound of humiliation. A squeaky, robotic coquettish voice repeating itself 'Better luck next time!' over and over.

Dazai was not losing to a machine.

Your stomach grumbled with hunger, and it was becoming clear that you both were growing with unrest at this machine.

" You kids still going at that? "

An arm propped itself on top of the roof of the claw machine, you looked up to see a worker had made his way over to you both. Dazai, did not look up from the game.

" I tried to get him to stop ", you mumbled, looking away from him. You'd always get shy at people older than you. You weren't exactly timid, but you were raised to be respectful. " He wants to win it for me. " It sounded oddly romantic when you put it that way.

" Yeah? You sure he can do it? " The man laughed at the truth. " So you two are on a date? " He overstayed his welcome and you began to wonder if it was usual for employees to wedge themselves into customers business.

" Yeah. We are. " Dazai answered for you, slotting in more coins for yet another try.

" Here, move li'l man, I got this. " Shoving Dazai away by the hip, the white-haired man. Begrudgingly, Dazai said nothing.

And almost with no effort at all, the man easily got the claw to clasp around the exact seal plush you wanted.

He must have been watching you both for a while to know what you wanted.

Although you kept assuring Dazai you didn't need it, you couldn't help the way your eyes sparkled as the man handed it to you with a smug smile.

" Oh! Thank you, sir! Thank you! " You took it from his hand with joy, looking at the fat cushion with adoration. It was simply adorable! You bowed your head repeatedly in gratitude, though felt it was simply not enough.

You almost forgot about Dazai until your ears deafened with the sound of a loud bang and the crashing of glass.

On impulse, you dropped to your knees with your hands over your ears protectively, unsure as to what just happened. Peeking through your tightly shut eyes, you saw that you were the only one to have dropped down and everyone else was as normal as ever.

Before you were even able to question, you uncovered your ear to hear Dazai converse with the man.

" How sad, I guess when you're making minimum wage you figure out how to make your job interesting. " Dazai cocked his pistol like second nature, and behind the legs of the employee you were crouched behind, you peered between his legs up at Dazai with wide, lost eyes.

Looking down at you, Dazai looked pissed.

" Didn't mean to scare you. Get up, we're leaving. "

The employee and Dazai seemed to know each other. You figured by the way the older man was cool about the whole ordeal, almost like he'd done everything intentionally.

You shakily rose to your feet, at a loss for words, and stared with astonishment as Dazai began to gather multiple stuffed toys from the now-broken claw machine and hold them in his arms after tucking his pistol away.

" But- you- the- "

You tripped over your words and found yourself unable to comprehend what had just happened.

" Not gonna run way with your Clyde, Bonnie? " The employee joked, stepping out of your way.

You felt this to be illegal. Maybe because it was. You did not want to aid in a robbery even if the employee was not actively stopping you. Before you could even act, Dazai grabbed you by the arm and ran ahead of you, dragging you behind him as he laughed, your other arm held tightly around the seal plush, afraid to let it go.

" Holy shit, I was so cool! " He shrilled, your shorter legs barely able to keep up with his strides.

" Dah-zai! " You panted out as he kept on running.

Your adrenaline rang in your ears and the heart in your chest beat rapidly as the two of you ran, jumped, hopped over valleys, onto the stepping stones of the river and through the bushes of the dark forest.

" Y/N! "

Dazai yelled out to you. At this point, many plushies in his arms had fallen, yet your intertwined hands never once budged open.

" Whah! Wh-What! " You tried to match his energy, but you were far too exhausted.

Finally, you both collapsed into the cold grass surrounding by large oak trees.

The night sky looking down on wild star-crossed students.

" I think I.. think I love you, Y/N " He said between deep breaths, both your limbs spread out as you tuned to the sound of crickets, the birds and the rapid breathing of one another.

You didn't know what you were thinking, or if you were even thinking coherently, though..

" I think I love you too, 'samu. "

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MY SITUATION .

hello everyone ! if you’re aware, you know im currently back from my break!

But my situation hasn’t gotten any better.

TW FOR ATTEMPTED SUI, MURDER MENTIONS, ABUSE - just my parents being horrible . Invasion of privacy

I don even know how to tag this properly.

Today on tuesday, July 30th 2024, 3:42 am as I am writing this.

My mental (and physical) health has worsened since everything had happend, My parents have been making me feel genuinely worst

I just happened to be in a call with a friend before oh- the first time, my parents came in and yelled at me.. my mother raised her hands up a bit, yes but. She usually does that so usually I am not affected by it but today was just. horrible.

After the first couple times they did this, they turned the wifi completely off, I was still In a call with said friend but I was muted. My parents were being absolutely horrible.

I would go detail by detail. syaing hooe the whole wrugement started but No, only thing I’ll be saying is.

My mother went absolutely ballistic and was trying to open my locked door. (Which I Have video of) she kept hurting md, threw something at me and just absolutely started screaming at me , she jus wnt crzy

My father laid his hands on me for the first time today aswell, it was a truly horrifying experience. I’ve always preferred my father over my mother yet - today trigged something inside my brain ? Made me genuinely hate him - myself , everyone around me. My younger brother was sleeping , yet we were fighting in his room .

The argument affected me, it was only an hour ago? .. couple minutes . im

not sure . It all went so fast my brain jusut ii

They kept tyryung to corneer mme and my mom trid to hold me in pllce , not allowing me to leave / get into Myy riom

I had to forcefully do so

I don’t even know what happened . Today started off so good yet endlu horriblly .

I tried

I tried to end it all after that conversation. I was messaing that said friend before, begging them to call help, crying . I’ve never felt more scared, weaker . Horrified . I tried choking myyosg and I still can’t breatffwi

im tryiy not sure how im writiing this but im doing it . I really hope I get my wifi back to be able to send this (if I do then that means I did)

I trid casling emergency servieces, I didn have service - no wifi, nothing. I ws basically stranded , in panic moddee

I wssso lightheaded, dizt and honestly felt like I eas dying (I stsuol am bu am doiing bettr(

I

I would’ve died if I kept chokiif myslf with it a bit longer

They were gona kill me though. They . Thhy said os

My mom sid my dad woul beat mme until I was dead and unconscious - my ddad sid he din lov me tdoy

My dad sid god woul mak that happen when I said I’d die

My mom threatened to murder me tdosy (twice or once) she was holding sormyuing when I ws forced to opn my door . I can’t rmebr but it was a utensil . N ths all I rembr . Was it a knife? No clie. was it something else ? no clu

Theve alwys been horubel but this was jut icing on cak . I just need to get mor evidence on wht tehy did . Then I havs my proof . (I mite attach wht my mom did to my lock . I rmeber . 4? 3? Years ago she brok it .

And now it’s even more borkn. It may not look like it but it is. N sometiije thi year she brok mmy doorhsndle. Iiz awful here

I truly wanna leave but I hav no choice)

im

I’m just so scard, I’m mortified geniunlly

photdo down here + vudeo if I can (took the screenshot at 03:51 so ths why it says tagt) plus one I jus took .

sory I knowthuu iz all too much but I’m so

So

done here. . I add more on as I can try and remember beter . I don’t feel like myself currently so it’s quite hard to remember stif that . Doesn’t but also does feel like me

(ddin add all images.)

Poease . If you rpost thji pls do . I need to get outta herre soon enough

If you wanna talk to me- @ahaclownnoises is my main / my discord

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ROUND 2D, MATCH 1 OUT OF 8

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Once Upon a Time (in Space):

She spent decades searching every moon and planet trying to find her wife (Rose), who was kidnapped on their wedding day. Eventually, she found Rose, and they embraced, only for Rose to die in Cinder's arms. And so Cinder killed the king who had kidnapped Rose by punching through his chest and into his heart.

And then Cinder got a somewhat happy ending, in which she met Rose's clone who had Rose's memories.

What if Cinderella was a Sci-Fi lesbian? Well here she is. She has a whole love song about searching the stars for her girlfriend after their wedding was interrupted and she was taken away. She spends years searching only to when she finally finds and embraces her watch her be shot. Cinders is so devastated by this that she plunges her wedding ring into the heart of the man who shot her love killing him.

Lesbian space princess who elopes with the terrifying soldier who was previously conquering her planet and spends decades searching for her when they're separated. Listen to her song https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6w9V-gMgBF4

I think the way she punches the evil king through the heart as revenge for her wife is pretty neat.

She’s a revolutionary married to a woman, what’s not to love? From Cinders’ Song: “ When I was a little girl, my mother always told me / "Someday your prince will come, my love" / But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me”.

her girlfriend got cloned and most of said clones were brutally slaughtered in war and she searched for her girlfriend all throughout the galaxy and when they were finally reunited on the battlefield her girlfriend died. and a clone of her girlfriend who due to technical errors retained her memories, so does that count as the same girlfriend? theseus's girlfriend? anyway vote for cinders she's been through hell

Lesbian!! Has to search for her lost love Rose with her glass wedding ring that changes color when its near its partner!! Gets to embrace Rose once again for one final moment before the villain kills Rose right in front of her!! So Cinders kills him in return!! And she's left as (almost) the only surviving main character from her own album but!! She is eventually reunited with a clone of Rose, and while they cannot have a truly 'happy ever after' together they are the ones graced with the closest thing to it

SPACE LESBIANS (she's in love with Rose Red, who gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders searches the galaxy to find her, waiting for her white ring to turn crimson, indicating that its twin was near) She took her name from the ashes of her burning planet <3 She also killed Old King Cole >:)

shes a tragic lesbian and killed a violent dictator shes literally the best

shes gay shes traumatized she dates both rose red and sleeping beauty. badass space wanderer looking for her wife

Her wife Rose gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders spend the next thirty years looking for her. She finds her (:D) and then Rose dies (D:) and then Cinders kills the guy who killed Rose (girlboss).

shes a lesbian. she lost her wife, Rose (yes, as in sleeping beauty) the day they got married bc she was kidnapped. she spent 20 YEARS looking for her. as soon as she found her wife, Rose DIED IN HER ARMS. Cinders has gone through Too Much to lose this poll

(Her info from the wiki) the Princess of a planet burnt by King Cole's army, after it is ceded by her stepmother. She is imprisoned, meets Rose and plans to marry her. She is released by her godmother for the wedding, then flees when the attack happens, spending thirty years looking for Rose. Her half of the wedding ring will light up when she finds Rose.

"When I was a little girl, my mother always told me 'Someday your prince will come, my love' But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me I looked to the stars for you, my love" She's lesbian Cinderella IN SPACE. She fell in love with her wife in prison and they ran away to have a secret marriage but the empire kidnapped Rose on their wedding night and Cinders had to leave her behind. She searches for Rose for decades with the glass ring that guides her to its twin on her wife's finger. She finally reunites with her love after Rose rips three supersoldiers to pieces with her bare hands (hot) but then then the evil king kills Rose so Cinders fucking punches through his heart. And then a clone of Rose (who is also lesbian Sleeping Beauty IN SPACE) finds her cradling her wife's body and they have a happy reunion(?) and maybe they didn't have a happy ending BUT WHAT IF THEY HAD EACH OTHER? HUH? AAAAAH

she’s everything. she’s a princess from a long since conquered planet. she was imprisoned to make a statement of the brutal reign of old king cole. she met her wife while she was in prison, a beautiful brutal soldier covered in scars from battles. cinders and rose fell in love, so cinders’ godmother in white broke her out of jail so rose and cinders could be together. they were going to be married, except that OLD KING COLE intervened and kidnapped rose to make her the genetic base of his unholy army. so cinders spends THIRTY YEARS searching the galaxies for her love (and sings a really cool song about it called “Cinders’ Song”) until finally she arrives during the final battle just in time to see old king cole SHOOT ROSE DEAD. so cinders punches the king so hard (with her wedding ring) that he just Crumples Into Dust. the end! (no we do not talk about the fiction.)

lesbian, for one, and for two i don't really care i just think it'd be cool if she got in/if she made it past the first round

no one seems to have linked cinder’s song yet, so here [Link]

better yet, listen to the whole album too, for context and also what comes after. it slaps and also tragedy it's such a good album suhc a good band too

Someone already sent the song as propaganda, so I will provide SPOILER propaganda. [Click link to see spoilers.]

The Lunar Chronicles:

Linh Cinder:

Her glass slipper is her prosthetic foot. She's a cool badass mechanic queen. She's named Cinder because her aunt set her on fire as a toddler but she survived. She's a a cool cyborg with psychic powers, and she's also a really good mechanic.

She's a cyborg and she's from the Moon

She is a badass mechanic who is also a cyborg and did not intend to get dragged into this mess. She becomes a fugitive of the law, running from the prince who is also her romantic interest and is just objectively the best.

I love a sarcastic character and I love a good confrontation scene and she's great with both

she's a cyborg she's a mechanic she's a princess she's a fugitive she's the best.

She's a mechanic she's the lunar princess she has two prosthetic limbs she's supposed to be dead. Her best friend is an android who's a fangirl of her boyfriend (Kai, the emperor). Her ball was actually her showing up to keep Kai from getting seduced by her aunt (who's queen of the moon) and then killed. Instead of losing her slipper she just lost her entire foot. (That's all just in the first book.)

look man, if you've read tlc you know why but if not: cinder here goes through a lot, from living in a shitty household to leading a rebellion and witnessing what's practically a massacre (TWICE), getting stabbed in the mc'freaking heart and surviving, being a wanted fugitive, Oh, and also, she loses her goddamn FOOT instead of a glass slipper lol (albeit the foot is a prosthetic, which i might've forgotten to add, her left arm and (i think) leg are metal due to getting BURNED as a toddler by her somewhat power hungry aunt)

She's SO cool she's a mechanic and really clever and also an amputee and her prosthetics are very cool and she has fun space adventures with her little gang of found family and is also the heir to the crown on the moon and is trying to get control of it from her aunt (who's a dictator) so she can help the moon people be less oppressed! tl;dr she's a girlboss

She literally got set on fire. Shes a cyborg. Shes such a girl boss that her love interest kept her severed prosthetic foot as a memento. She is a revolutionary [against her will] and a politician [also against her will]. Shes a skilled mechanic, and called the queen of a super-powerful alien race with the ability to manipulate people’s perceptions of reality ugly TO HER FACE. Queen does not give a shit and just wants to hang out with her robot bestie and her dork ass boyfriend who is also the leader of an entire country. Shes iconic, she is the moment.

she's a teenage cyborg who works as a mechanic and is secretly royalty - a badass and i love her!!

Kickbutt cyborg Cinderella princess

Cyborg and mechanic is a fun new twist on classic Cinderella! (At least when I read it and it was new). Plus she’s got her Prince/Emperor all wrapped around her fingers before the ball!

she's cool as fuck that's why!! cyborg cinderella in a cool-ass future sci-fi world, she doesn't have glass slippers so she loses her ill-fitted cybernetic foot, she has a gun in her cyborg hand (mostly uses nonlethal projectiles), she has cool sci-fi magic mind powers, she's from the moon, she's a mechanic & she's smart as hell, she literally forms a ragtag team of other fairytale inspired characters & dethrones the evil queen of the lunar monarchy. also her prince charming is cool & funny & they're so sickeningly in love their feelings could power the sun. anyway vote Cinder ✨️

cinder is a mixed cyborg mechanic who has acquired beef with both her stepmother (adopted) and her bio aunt (tyrant queen levanna) and manages to escape their attempts to keep her down (including arson when she was like. 3 years old) and ultimately overthrows her aunt in a revolution lead by her and the other fairytale retellings (red riding hood and wolf, rapunzel and her ‘prince’, and her cousin snow white and her prince) and establishes a democracy! i enjoyed the series growing up and i personally think that cinder is very cool :]

The first book in The Lunar Chronicles is a retelling of cinderella, and my gosh it’s amazing. Cinder is a cyborg and faces a lot of prejudice, and it’s interesting to see that even in the future, where the book is set, there’s still so much discrimination, and Cinder faces it so well. She’s smart and snarky, and has such character growth and cares so much and akhjfqwthbj

shes cinderella if cinderella was a cyborg and also secretly an alien moon princess. fucking amazing series everyone should read it. It's very common for Cinderella retelling that "girlboss" her end up sending the weird message that victims of abuse should simply stand up for themselves <3 I really like Cinder because she's spunky and snaps at her stepmother, but it doesn't. do her any good? It just makes her stepmother worse. Also one of her stepsisters is nice, I love Peony.

Cyborg Cinderella, long-lost princess of the moon, revolutionary against the evil queen.

she’s a cyborg! instead of losing her shoe on the steps of the palace her entire foot comes off 👍 thats hard as fuck she’s so cool

I have to say this now, because I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to share this story for ages now, because it’s so amazing. Not only did Marissa Meyer, author of the Lunar Chronicles and creator of Linh Cinder, start off her writing journey as a Sailor Moon fanfiction author, but I have a second-account story of how amazing and nice she is... [Click link to read the rest of it]

[thehusbandoden]

Question? Remember the story you did called “soft kitty.” Would it be possible to do like a part two for that story? but with the rest of the LOV (separately) like Spinner, Mr. Compress, Shigaraki or even Toga? I bet they would appreciate it.😊

(Poor baby, her parents probably never comforted her because they were scared of the quirk she has🥺 she definitely needs a mother figure to comfort her😭)

A/n: I am SO sorry this took so long! I've been pretty overwhelmed, stressed, and exhausted from personal issues haha but I'm thankfully getting back into writing.

I don't write for Toga, but here's the rest! This is my first time writing for Mr. Compress so I hope I did okay haha <3

You Sing "Soft Kitty" to Them When They're Sick -MHA Villains

General info:

Genre: fluff/reverse comfort \\ characters: Shigaraki Tamura, Spinner, Mr. Compress \\ posted: 04/01/24 \\ requested

Part one: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shoto, Tamaki

Part Two: Shigaraki, Spinner, Mr. Compress

Shigaraki Tomura (381 words):

You frowned when you noticed Shigaraki wasn’t in the crowd to greet you. Your eyes swerve through the LOV as you look for your beloved, only to be met with disappointment gas you fail to spot him.  

“Are you looking for Shigaraki Tomura?” Kurogiri speaks up.  

“Yes, do you know where he is?” You turn towards your beloved’s number one comrade.  

“He is ill, he’s resting in his room. He was frustrated he couldn’t come out to see you himself. “ 

You smile at that, though you’re upset he’s sick. “Thank you, Kurogiri. I’ll go see him now.” You walk towards his bedroom door, ignoring the complaining as you ignore the rest of the league. 

You step into the room, spotting Shigaraki lying in bed. His ruby colored eyes finding yours in an instant. They soften ever so slightly, unnoticeable to the people who weren’t close to him. “Baby?” You smile, walking closer. 

“Took you long enough.” He grumbled, moving the blanket to fit you. You giggle, taking your shoes off before climbing in. He grumbles at the delay but relaxes when you’re finally next to him.  

You expected him to pull you into his arms like usual but was caught by surprise when he clung to you himself, burying his head in your chest. You smile softly, instantly flipping the switch.  

You gently card your fingers through his light strands of hair. He sighs, melting into your touch. “Welcome home, my precious.” He mumbles.  

You giggle, kissing his warm forehead. Kissing it again, you frown at the abnormal temperature. “You okay baby? Are you not feeling good?”  

He simply buries himself further into you. You smile slightly, pulling him closer as you caress his hair. “Shhh it’s alright my love.”  

After a few moments you can tell he’s getting sleepy, his eyes growing heavy as he tries to force himself to be awake. You stiffle a giggle, kissing his forehead and cheeks before beginning to sing.  

“Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur~,” you kiss his forehead, your hands in his hair, “-happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr~.”  

You sing the song a few more times before you look down, seeing his sleeping face. You smile softly, kissing in-between his eyebrows before settling down, ready for sleep yourself.  

(Shiggys masterlist)

Spinner (148 words):

You smile up as Spinner enters the room. He’s obviously exhausted from all of the hours he’s put into work, his eyes dark and heavy. He seemed to be unwell too, his nose was stuffy and he looked horrible.  

“Baby? You okay?” You coo, stretching your arms out. He gratefully collaspes in your hold, letting you hold him as he disconnects. You stay silent, knowing that he just needs your support right now.  

After a few moments you decide to sing to him, knowing that it helps when he’s having a really hard time. 

“Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur~. Happy kitty, sleep kitty, purr purr purr~.” You sing quietly, caressing his head while you pepper soft kisses to his forehead.  

“Thank you.” He rasps, snuggling even closer as he completely melts into your touch.  

“Don’t even worry about thanking me.” You coo, kissing his nose.  

(Spinners masterlist- sorta)

Mr. Compress (181 words)

C’mon baby, you’re sick.” You frown as Atsuhiro begins to get ready for a mission.  

“I must go darling; I will be back in the evening.” He leans down to kiss your forehead, breathing heavily from getting dressed. 

“No, you don’t have to you want to. Please baby. Stay, for me.”  

“Shigaraki needs me, darling.” He sighs, sitting beside you. His hand finds yours as he gently caresses the top of your hand with his thumb.

“I need you.” You pout, trying to guilt him into staying. His lips purse as he looks down at you skeptically.  

“Fine, but I’m not the one to blame if Shigaraki comes storming in here.”  

You giggle happily, pulling your beloved onto you as you lay down, letting him rest on you as you gently kiss his shoulders and cheeks. He begins to fall asleep in your arms.  

“Sing to me?” He whispered, causing you to giggle, but comply.  

“Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur~. Sleepy kitty, happy kitty, purr purr purr~.” You sing to him gently, smiling down at his asleep form.  

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Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated <33

A/n 2: I prefer how I did the first one, but I don't have the energy to rewrite it. I hope this doesn't suck:(

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Do not copy, repost, nor plagiarize my work. Ask before you translate or use my work in any way, minus reblogging.

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HERE IS THE BEST EVER INTRO :D

@elysianwayy77 - my woman<3 She is the best; watch tangled with me

@f4iry-bell - My pretty girlfriend's ,mother

@lyra-kane - her nan

@whatsamoungus - her other nan?

@lila-77 - her sister

@balladofareader -her other sister

@imsaraht - her aunt

@jkriordanverse -some kween lady apparently??

@lovethornes ,@lanterns-and-daydreams - her cousins

@roonwarner - another aunt? why warner ?

@roonsaaronwarner -my moody uncle dear-

I guess u r pretty old nw

@reminiscentreader , @astraeajackson - other cousins wt the heck?

@wish-i-were-heather - her another cousin

Wt sort of family tree is this

@king-cardan - her sister's @lila-77 bf he is a cool buddie we will be besties

SHIT SHE HAS A BIG FAMILYY, SEEMS LIKE A CULT BTW ITS ALRIGHT AS I AM COOL AND I LOV COOL PEOPLE-

// hope i haven't missed anyone msg me if so

Org blog @lila-77

[pinejayy]

If it’s okay please could I request headcanons of the upper moons (any of your choice) falling for an upper moon who is motherly towards them, has a calm but intimidating aura and is an insanely good fighter if the situation calls for it 💙💙

Sure thing!! I hope you enjoy!! uwu I kinda went over bored with Gyutaro, since I related with him the most,, I didn't have the best relationship with my mother, it involved with abu*e , but at moment we are good, but I did pour my heart for his part

Trigger Warning: mentions of abuse

Douma, Gyutaro and Aizetsu with a motherly S/O

Douma

He knew the second he saw you he would fall in love with you, and he did. You're so kind towards him, and probably the only Upper Moon who doesn't hate him with a burning passion.

He loves how sweet and gentle your towards him, he loves it whenever you hold him. He craves for your attention. He loves it whenever you stick up for him. Especially towards Upper Moon 3 Akaza.

Whenever Akaza is talking down on him you'll put a hand on his shoulder and dig your nails into his skin drawing blood. "If you were talk down on him again you're gonna regret it."

Douma doesn't remember too much from his human life, but he does know he craved for his mother love. And unfortunately he didn't get that. But with you in the picture he gets that type of love he craved for.

He loves how sweet and calm you are, he could be venting to you about some issues and you'll always give him the best advice.

Please hold him, he wants to be the little spoon. And when you do hold him please give him head kisses and play with his hair. Whisper sweet things to him. "I love you, I'm so proud of you Darling~"

Gyutaro

He doesn't understand why you're so gentle and kind towards him. He isn't used to this kind of treatment, especially with someone so beautiful like you. He doesn't understand why you're so kind? You're supposed to be an Upper Moon! But then again he has Daki...so maybe he does understand you.

At first he did lash out on you when you first were nice to him, he thought you were trying to get something out him. And yes at first he wasn't so fond of you. But as time passed by he did warm up to you, that he fell in love with you. That he craved for you love all the time.

He adores on how sweet you are to his sister Daki, one of his favorite things about you is that you're so gentle and kind towards Daki. Like you could be doing her hair or makeup and he'll just sit down and watch you. He could be watching you guys laugh and talk. He's so lucky that you made your way to his heart.

And you always treat their wounds, even though they don't need it you still will.

He can always count on you for support or if he needs someone to talk to. He loves your good advice, and he also enjoys your sweet comments.

Whenever you guys have alone time he'll want cuddles. He wants you to hold him. He would want to be the little spoon, so please hold him. He craves to be held.

He doesn't remember much from his human life, but he does remember that his mother was nothing but a pile of scum. She was a no good for nothing person. He remembers the abuse he went through because of her. He remembers her hurtful words.

But you always assure him that she was wrong, she's nothing but a pile of rat shit.

You're always telling him sweet things as you hold him. "You're so beautiful Darling." "I'm so lucky to have you by my side." "Please don't listen to your mother's words, It's in the past. She can't hurt you anymore." and "Don't worry my love, I'll always be by your side. I'll help you get through this."

He loves it when you play with his hair and trace a finger across his body, he melts at your touch. And at first when you touched him he did flinch afraid that a other Mother Figure would hurt him. But you assured him you weren't going to hurt him.

Honestly he shed a few tears when you first told him that you "You love him" He was so shocked. He doubted you but of course you assured him that you did love him.

He would die for you and his sister, he'll protect both of you to the end! You and Daki are the only special people in his heart!

Aizetsu

Now he loves how gentle and sweet you are to him, considering he's the punching bag from the other clones. He's so used to Demon Slayers being so harsh with him and other Demons being so cruel towards him. But you are different and he loves you.

He loves it whenever you stand up for him whenever the other Clones are giving him a hard time. It's mostly Sekido yelling at the poor blue eyed Demon. And most of the times it leads up to you and Sekido getting into a fist fight.

Aizetsu loves how calm you can be but also loves when you can turn into a mama bear! He adores how you always stick up for him.

Please hold him, please hold him. He wants to be held like a little baby. He just wants to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heart beat. AND YOU GIVE HIM A LOT OF HEAD PATS AND HEAD KISSES.

To the days he's really down, you'll go out of your way and bring him some human flesh and feed him a nice meal. And as he's munching on that human meat, you'll just smile at him.

You're always telling positive things. Like!! "Don't listen to the other clones they are annoying, and please don't let their words get to you. You're so much better than them." and "Wow you're my baby boy! I'm so proud of you!"

[calciumdeficientt]

Wade and Tom hcs pleaseeeee 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

I lov u wade i lov you tom. I actually have a whole post of tom hcs that you can check out here:

but i for sure have a few left in the tank!!!!!!1! Im gonna spritz some of my remaining tom ones, release my wade ones unto the world and then zoom in a little on their relationship >:D

TOM GURNEY AND WADE MARTIN HCS

TOM GURNEY

Skin picker. Big time skin picker. He just cant seem to help himself, its sort of a nervous tic. If he could just leave his fucking face alone for five minutes his acne would have cleared up a long time ago. Most of the marks on his face are actually just scars because he wont stop PICKING!!!!!

Saw the hobo get beamed up after the last fighting moves mission, i know this is pretty much canon atp but i think what would make it so much more batshit is if it had happened in BROAD DAYLIGHT. And no one other than tom gave a fuck. He comes out with all kinds of stupid conspiracy shit on the daily so no one even thinks to try and argue. They’re all like “yeeeah okay buddy whatever you say..”

Very emotionally mature, because of this he’s very painfully aware of all his shortcomings. He’s a good dude at heart but its aside pf him people never see. He’s pretty well renowned as the clique tapper, but honestly, he only talks so much because he doesnt wanna worry his friends by being all quiet and mysterious.

WADE MARTIN

MAAAAAAJOR little brother syndrome. He and Christy are only a year or so apart (possibly projecting bc that’s the gap between me and MY brother) but he gives me the vibe of a little kid who feels the need to show off because he’s younger. His general demeanour and outlook on the world tells me that he’s sort of crying out for attention and to some degree, help. He talks a lot about repeated suspensions, and the fact that no one seems to care about them anymore, and also the fact that he’s not doing all that well in his classes. He’s a kid that neeeds intervention, a firm shove in the right direction… and maybe some counselling. He’s practically jumping up and down on the spot yelling ‘LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT MEEE!’

More family hcs, but he and Christy only share their father. They have different mothers. Both women aren’t really in the picture beyond what the custody laws state they have to be. Christy’s mum left her with their dad when she was a baby, and Wade’s mum was his side piece. They divorced when Wade was 11. He hates both their guts for separating in what was a pretty tumultuous transition period in his life. If I’m getting my numbers right, 10-11 is the transition from elementary school to middle school. It was during this time that Wade started to struggle, he was a gifted student in his early years, and thus was left to his own devices. Because of that lack of support, his grades slipped and slipped and slipped, he just barely passed the entrance exam to get into Bullworth, and then started outright failing.

His hyper sexual voice lines are a way of deflecting away from how he really feels. Encouraged by his father, Wade feels he has to be this big, macho guy. He’s been brought up by his dad to believe high school is all about chasing tail and finding someone willing to have your kids straight out of the gate. In his head, Wade’s not about that at all. He wasn’t quite ready to be a man, he’d have liked a few more years of being a kid. Manhood is this big, scary, complex thing that he’s not ready for yet.. especially if its anything like Mr Martin tells him it is.

Takes great pride in his hair, but he does dye it. You can’t be a ginger bully, that’s like a spoon with holes in it or concrete scuba flippers. It doesnt work, its weird. It’s ugly. He and Trent do their hair together, he trusts Trent with it more than he trusts himself, the kid has been bleaching his own hair since he was 12, he’s a professional. And besides, he’s not gonna pay someone in a salon to dye it, what if he gets caught????

WADE AND TOM

They’re very close friends, I think wade was one of Tom’s first friends at Bullworth, back when he was this scrawny, quiet kid with a big ol birthmark over his eye. Wade had intended to beat the crap out of him to show him what was what, he looked weak and easy to snap. All brittle like a wafer cookie. Upon seeing his eye, Wade wrongfully assumed that someone has beat him to it, and knowing what a tumultuous home life could do to a kid, he invited Tom to come sit with them at lunch and he just… never left.

They really remind me of Troy and Abed from community dynamic-wise. One emotionally mature, but mildly childish dude (Tom) and one smarter than he appears meathead (Wade). Where they differ from Troy and Abed is instead of building blanket forts and acting out TV shows, they give swirlies and smoke cigarettes like they’re going out of fashion. “…” “…” “you wanna go do burnouts in the train yard dont you Wade” “Get OUUTA MY FRIGGIN BRAIN MAN! How’d you know that?!” “Lucky guess.”

Closer with each other than anyone else in the bullies clique. They lay on the roof after curfew and talk. For HOURS. They’ve been doing it for so long now that they’ve started smuggling sleeping bags and blankets up there so they can just sleep once they’re done. Wade likes that he can be open with his troubles about home., his many many troubles. Every day there’s a new home trouble. Tom talks about his fears about the secrecy at Bullworth and his theories, he feels like Wade is the only one that even bothers to TRY and see his point of view. Wade cries a lot during these little almost-therapy sessions. And Tom is right there with him, patting his back and wiping his tears. It’s cute.

Garage band duo. Tom is the drummer, Wade plays the three power chords he knows on his busted up hand-me-down Stratocaster that can barely plug into the amp anymore and really desperately needs new strings, and screams into the mic. It’s pretty hardcore, but it doesn’t actually sound all that bad. They work pretty well as a two piece and have played a total of four gigs, but its always been foe them anyway. They don’t wasn’t the gig money or the fame, they just wanna rock out.

[must4rdmha]

~Mustard’s (fanmade and angsty) backstory~

I have been asked to post this for a very long time,so I’m so sorry for making you guys wait 🙏. I have been really busy this last months so I really haven’t been capable of posting as fast as I did so. So…Maybe this post is my apology and my thanks for the 100 followers! Hope you guys enjoy it.

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This post has/ has mentions of:

-Child abuse

-Angst

-Swearing

-Trauma

-Abandonment

-Domestic violence

If you feel uncomfortable reading this I recommend you to don’t read any further of this post. But please, don’t leave any negative comment.

6 year old Mustard’s pov/ thoughts:

It’s 3 p.m of the evening, I have already finished school for today and I’m heading home, the only problem is that it’s raining, a lot, so I’m soaked from head to toes. That is making my whole body to feel like it’s freezing.

Except for my hands, they are the only ones warm because of the gloves I wear for helping my quirk to be more controlled. Either way, they are still kinda annoying… With them it is difficult to write,to grab my chopsticks and to read! And I have to clean them every day because if I don’t they start to get sticky, and my books get dirty…

I already arrived home, no one is here, just like always. I leave my shoes at the entrance and I go to the kitchen to see if my mom has left any food for me prepared.

Nothing, just some beers at the top of the fridge’s shelves.

I close the fridge’s door, there’s nothing I can eat that isn’t condiments or a rotten lemon at the bottom of the fridge. I sigh.

I sit on the floor,still soaked, trying to think about what should I do now,until I hear how the door starts to open. I stand up.

It’s my mom. When she gets in she closes the door behind her, I approach to her with curious eyes. She looked tipsy and she was laughing.

I asked her if she brought food.

“Not now” she answered,not noticing I was soaked neither starving, while approaching to the landline phone we had and she started to call someone while lighting a cigarette and starting to smoke it.

I approached to her again,while she talked with some friend,because she couldn’t stop laughing.

“Oh my god, won’t you ever shut up?! I didn’t bring your fucking food, I’m not your maid.”

I stepped away, swallowed after being shouted and went to my room. Grabbed one of the WW1 books I took (lent) from the library and started reading it,while I hear my mom talking noisily with some vocabulary I don’t understand because I don’t know it’s meaning, until I hear how the door opens again.

It’s my dad.

The only good thing I have earned from him is knowing what the WW1 is. Maybe that was the start of my huge fanathism.

The noisy tipsy talk stops, but the fighting begins. The shouts begin, the loud noises begin, the incoherent arguments begin, the bruises on my mom’s skin begin…

This happens 1 time per week minimum, but hey, it’s alright, I’m used to it.

Except when they involve me.

“KID, COME HERE NOW”

Kill me,someone, please.

“Why the fuck didn’t you call me when your mother was drunk?”

And it all starts again

“Oh, shut up”

“Don’t tell me to shut up,you fucking whore!”

It’s like a loop,isn’t it? An exhausting and noisy loop, that will only just finish if you stop it in a nice of in a bad way.

Is this an example?

“…Oh my god”

Or is it not?

“W-What did I d-do?!”

Throwing a plate at your six year’s old child is an example of breaking a loop? Or is it just an easy way of getting rid of a problem?

Maybe it will help you,but it will help your child?

“…I can’t with this anymore”

Will your child be happy after that?

“I don’t want this child”

Will your child have physical bruises after that?

“Are you leaving?”

What about emotional ones?

“I don’t want this child either!!”

And if they end up having, will they have someone to rely on?

“Don’t leave without me,you idiot!”

And what if they don’t?

One day later Mustard woke up. He found himself laying on the floor with his face itching and his body aching. He washed his face and put band-aids on all the wounds he had because of the plate. He picked up every piece of the broken plate and then grabbed the mustard condiment bottle out of the fridge and sat in front of the TV,turned it on and started to watch a ww1 movie.

A week later some police officers found him, they were called by the school because he hasn’t been going to class in a week and no one answered their calls. When the police found him he was sleeping on the couch,while the tv was on and some bottles of condiment finished over the floor. He had his clothes stained and he looked pale because of the lack of healthy food.

After that, he was sent to a hospital,then to an orphanage. He was adopted by a guy that ended up being a child abuser. He adopted kids just for the money that the government provided for the adoption of a child, this money was spent on drugs and beers.

Mustard wasn’t one of the most hurt children, but sometimes he left his house for going to school with his nose bleeding or a black eye.

The teachers didn’t give a shit about this, and he wasn’t really that sociable so he slowly started to talk less and to stay quiet.

Until one of the children of his household was brutally killed by their “father” in front of them.

After that he ran away of everything and everyone.

1 year later (he was currently 13)

“A 34 year old man was arrested because of murdering brutally his adoptive 15 year old children and because of abusing his 7 adoptive children too. Right now 3 of the 7 children are missing. If you have any information,please call at th-“ the reporter’s voice was shut because Mustard turned off his phone with widened eyes. He left his phone aside and laid on the floor,surrounded by 2 corpses of 2 guys that dressed like if they were in a gang. One of them had their stomach opened,the other one it’s chest. Their bodies didn’t start to decompose yet .

The room was small, it had a desk, on top of the desk there were 2 guns and a heart from the gang guy.

His phone started to rang.

— “Hello?”

— “Hi kid! It’s me,Giran”

— “What do you want”

— “Just wanted to tell you that I have talked with Shigaraki about you, he seems interested about you. The only thing that he asked me about is-“ He was interrupted.

— “My age?”

— “Exactly, but I told him you are someone who’s really mature and responsible. He wants to meet you with more other people this weekend. It looks like you’re having your first mission.”

— “…Alright,seems fine. Anymore details?”

— “I can’t tell more, but-“

After hearing that he hung up, but started to smirk while looking at one of the bodies.

“It looks like I’m not that weak,huh?” He said to one of the corpses,before punching it’s face.

~La fin~

(For now)

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I’m so sorry for it to be that short, but I really didn’t know how to extend it more :,)

I hope you guys liked it, and again, tysm for the 100 followers 🙏.

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[aroacesigma]

YIPPEE ok . funni rhythm game . project sekai. its got miku . the only important background lore here is: there's kind of another world called "sekai" that is made from either strong emotions, or the shared will/dreams/desire/etc of a group. there are 5 units/groups/whatever. 2 of the sekais in the game were made by One Person. one's the clown group dw abt that. but Mafuyu !! fuyu made her own sekai. i thiiiiiink out of her desire to "disappear"?

anyway. mafuyu asahina. silly lil girlie. she is so depressed man. her mother sucks and is constantly pushing her to be the perfect straight-A student and train to be a doctor, and in public fuyu DOES put up that facade (in-game she has two very distinct voices - a more upbeat, happy one, and this very quiet, almost mumbley-one. in lives she'll use her Public Voice when talking to anyone that isn't of her unit)

so ! fuyu. she wants to make music. and train to be a nurse not a doctor. but her mother is super manipulative and controlling (and thats a theme you see across her cards too. in her first event she's literally depicted as a marionette for example) and really has no real control of her life. and then she meets Niigo. because kanade savior complex go brr

so. nightcord at 25:00, or niigo as they're called in the jp fandom, is made up of Kanade Yoisaki, Mizuki Akiyama, Ena Shinonome, and Mafuyu Asahina. they originally only know each other online (kanade finds fuyu thru her music which kanade notes is very dark and depressing, and later resolves to create a piece of music that will make mafuyu smile and bring back some joy into her life. tbh idk abt the other two i uh. am bad at reading lmao) but !! they talk on Nightcord (its discord) until they all meet in the Sekai. which is fucken EMPTY. there is NOTHIN THERE. and its Mafuyu's Sekai. so given the Empty Void that has been remarked upon that it's very easy to get lost and never find your way out .......yeah

so . as the events progress you get to see mafuyu come out of her shell more as she hangs out with niigo. her mom is. Not Happy (when is she ever smh) and in one event her mom even throws out her music equipment and laptop (iirc) claiming that it's a "distraction", and tells her to stop hanging out w/ niigo bc they're "bad influences" (or smth). mafuyu, obv, does Nyat do this and continues talking to the others.

a few events later mafuyu finally reaches her breaking point and stands up to her mother . and then promptly flees to live with kanade after everything she had to deal with. so now kanade & mafuyu live together ! but mafuyu rlly is making progress like despite it all, in newer cards/depictions you can even see light in her eyes !!!

but yeah shes . shes my silly. and so like. Gender to me. her and mizuki (canon transfem/nb person btw. go mizuki go!!!!!!!!) got a duet version of the song "Villain" which is literally abt bein fucken. trans. u can't just put the Canon Transgirl in with the Transmasc Vibes Character in a Song About Being Trans, man /j

i lov her tho shes doin her best. she kind of lost all sense of identity due to having to be what her mother wanted her to be, and niigo is slowly helping her figure out who she is, not who her mother wants her to be. its very nice

compared to the other stories niigo's is. way more deep and intense. but ! they all have their Things :3

anyway yeah im insane abt mafuyu asahina this has been my tedtalk i need to go to bed

OHHH she sounds awesome fuck yeah :) very glad that she is happier these days...love that . i really do need to play project sekai honestly i tried one time but i got too used to the enstars format for rhythym games and i sucked absolute balls at it. anyway gn bff <3

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Fifty Three

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Hi friends,

As always, thank you so much for your love on this fic! It genuinely means the world to me.

This chapter kind of got away from me and is about 2 x the length of the average SGW chapter. I really hope you like it, please let me know what you think <3

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The silence is suffocating. 

It wraps around her lungs making it hard to breathe. Sadness that feels all too familiar climbs up her throat, burning a path on its way up and she swallows thickly in an attempt to push it back down, left with the bitter taste of pre-emptive disappointment in her mouth. She turns to look at Aaron, his finger still lingering over the playback button on the machine, his eyes conveying the same surprise she felt. 

“Play it again,” she says, speaking before she was even aware she was going to. Aaron looks up at her, his eyebrows furrowing as he shakes his head ever so slightly, his constant need to protect her, even from a voicemail from her estranged mother, as endearing as it could be irritating. 

“Em-”

“Play it again,” she repeats, harsher than she intends to be as she cuts off his refusal, whatever his soft and kind words would have been. She can’t take them right now, can’t hear them, because she knows they will be her undoing. He stares at her for a second, his lips pressed together as he physically holds back his rebuttal, and he presses the button. 

“Emily, it’s your mother. Of course, you know it’s me, it’s probably why you haven’t answered. I know you don’t want to see me, and I know why, but I wanted to speak to you. The incident a few months ago opened my eyes and…well I’ve been going to AA for two months now. I get my two-month chip in a week. My sponsor asked if I was going to invite you and I thought I’d call. It’s at the same place as last time. I hope to see you there. But I understand if I don’t. I lov-”

Aaron watches his wife as she folds in on herself as the message comes to an end and once again plunges them into silence. She crosses her arms so tightly over her chest that he can see how her fingers dig into her triceps from where he’s standing. He can see the tension in her jaw, her teeth clenched together as she desperately tries to stop herself from being affected by her mother. 

He knew it was a lifelong battle, one Emily often lost. Her relationship with Elizabeth as complex as it was broken. Torn apart and patch repaired countless times, stitches running over stitches, barely a single part of it without damage. He wished more than anything that he could fix it for her, that he could take away her pain. All of his promises to not give Elizabeth a piece of his mind all but choking him, lodged in his throat as he steps towards his wife. 

“Em-” He starts, but he’s cut off by a sharp cry from upstairs, the echo of it coming across the baby monitor between them on the counter. “I’ll go get-”

“I’ve got her,” Emily says, snapping into action and interrupting him as Lily continues to cry. It’s easier to do this, to look after her daughter than it is to think about her own mother, to consider once again reshifting what their relationship looked like. 

“Sweetheart,” Aaron says, placing his hand on her arm and squeezing, “It’s ok, I can do it. You-”

“I said I’ve got it,” she repeats, her voice harsh as she all but spits the words at him. She felt tightly wound, her back straight and shoulders pulled together, weighed down by disappointment and the feeling of being blind-sighted, furious at herself for allowing her mother to affect her like this. To sneak under her skin and make her feel off-balance with nothing other than a voicemail. She sees the concern in Aaron’s eyes, how he’s clearly doing whatever he can to give her what she needs, always there to love her in whatever way she needs. She sighs and places her hand on his, linking their fingers together as she squeezes, “Just give me a couple of minutes, okay?” She asks, a hint of desperation to her eyes he hasn’t seen in a while, “I just…I need a minute.” 

Despite it going against every instinct he has to pull her close, to delete the voicemail and act as if they’d never heard it, he knows it’s not his decision. That his need to protect her and their family overrode all sense of anything else, her happiness his highest priority at any cost. He nods and leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her once more before he pulls back, “I’ll give the two of you some time.” 

She smiles gratefully at him, hoping that he sees everything she wants him to in it. Her love for him, for the way he loves them. She squeezes his hand before she turns away, walking out of the kitchen and towards the stairs quickly, taking them two at a time so she can comfort her little girl. She steps into the nursery and switches on the light, some of the tension in her belly easing just a little when she sets her eyes on Lily. 

“Hi sweet girl,” she says, crossing the room and smiling down at her daughter. She unzips the sleepsack Lily was in and lifts her into her arms, her lips against her dark hair as she settles her against her chest, “What’s wrong, huh?” She says, a quick pat of her onesie-covered bottom enough to let her know it wasn’t a diaper change that was needed. She chuckles as Lily sucks on her tiny fist and she kisses her head again, “I see, Mommy’s got you.” 

She settles into the chair they keep in the nursery, big enough for her and Aaron to both snuggle into if they want to, and she adjusts the neckline of her dress as she settles Lily into the crook of her arm, wincing when she sees the top of her breast has started to turn red. She sucks in a breath as Lily latches on, the discomfort sharp like it had been right at the start. She watches Lily as she feeds and she strokes her knuckles softly over Lily’s temple, feeling the soft dark hair and letting it ground her.

No matter how much she tried not to, she’d always think of her own mother in quiet moments like this. Questions that she knew she’d never get the answer to about what the early months of her own life looked like flooding her brain. Whether her mother ever looked down at her and felt the same way she did about Lily, the love all-encompassing and overwhelming just as it had been the very first time she’d looked at her. 

“I love you so much, Lily,” she says quietly, stroking patterns on her daughter's skin as she continues to eat, “And I hope you never ever doubt that.” She looks up as she hears the door open and she smiles at her husband as he stops in the doorway. 

He has a large glass of water in one hand a cut-up banana on a plate in the other. He clears his throat as he steps towards her, still trying to keep his promise to give her space. 

“I figured she’d be hungry, so I brought you a snack for whilst you feed her,” he says, crossing the room and placing the plate and the glass down on the small table next to the chair.

“Thank you, honey,” she says, endlessly grateful for him, for how he looked after her even when she didn’t want him to. How he knew the difference between when she didn’t want him to look after her but needed it, even when she didn’t see the difference herself. He turns to leave, but she stops him, the idea of being anywhere without him suddenly making her breath catch in her chest, “Stay,” she says, the one word stopping him in his tracks. He turns to look at her, his lips pressed together as he tries to see if she means it. She smiles softly and reaches the hand that isn’t securing Lily to her out to him, “Please, stay.” 

Aaron doesn’t need asking again, and he sits next to her in the chair, his arm around her shoulders as she settles next to him, “Is she okay?”

Emily nods and tilts her head to look at him, “She was just hungry,” she says, smiling softly as she looks back down at Lily, scrunching her nose up at the continued discomfort, “I think I’m getting an infection again, though,” she says, feeling relief when Lily pulls away, “It hurts.” 

He nods as he takes Lily from her carefully, throwing a muslin cloth over his shoulder as he settles his daughter against him to burp her. He rubs his hand on the baby’s back as Emily readjusts her clothing, a barely disguised wince on her face as her bra makes contact with her skin. 

“I’ll call your doctor in the morning,” he says as he continues to rub circles on Lily’s back, “See if she can get you an appointment.” 

She smiles and stops herself from saying she could call the doctor herself, well aware that this was something she could let him have.

“Thanks,” she says, popping a slice of the banana he’d prepared for her into her mouth before she rests her head on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on Lily resting on his other one. She stares at her sweet face, the nose she’d given her and always hated until she saw it on her baby, her chubby cheeks and dark brown eyes. She sighs, her heart growing so big in her chest that it feels hard to breathe, “Sometimes I wonder how I made something so perfect.” 

Lily chooses that moment to burp, something that draws a laugh out of both of her parents, and Aaron kisses the baby’s forehead. 

“She’s perfect because you are, sweetheart,” he says sincerely, turning his head to kiss Emily’s temple, “She gets everything from you.” 

Emily hums and reaches out to stroke Lily’s cheek, smiling sadly the infant is already falling back asleep, content and safe in the embrace of both of her parents. 

“When I was growing up everyone always used to say I looked just like my mother,” she says, sharing something she’d shared with him countless times before, all the more poignant this evening with a message from the other woman still on the machine downstairs, “I never used to see it,” she says, looking up at him, shaking her head at her younger self, “Which is ridiculous because I do look like her, which means Lily does too,” she presses her lips together and laughs humourlessly, “I guess I just didn’t want it to mean that I was like her, you know? That the similarities only went skin deep.”

“You’re nothing like her, Emily,” he says with no hesitation, barely waiting for her to stop before he speaks, as if he’d been holding it back all evening. She smiles at him and cups his cheek, her thumb skating back and forth over his skin.

“You’re sweet.” 

“It’s true,” he insists, looking down to see Lily was now fast asleep against him. He stands up and walks her over to the crib, laying her down and zipping her sleep sack back up around her as he continues to talk, “You love everyone around you so entirely it sometimes makes me worry you don’t keep any of it back for yourself,” he says, turning back to look at her, slipping back into his space on the seat, his arm back around her shoulders, “And you’re a fantastic mother. There’s a reason Lily always wants you, and it’s not just because you’re the one with the boobs like you always like to joke,” he quips, raising his eyebrow as pre-empts her usual follow up comment, “It’s because even now she knows how much you love her, how safe you make her feel.” 

She stares at him, all her words caught in her chest as she tries and fails to know what to say. She settles on kissing him, her hand on his cheek again as she holds him in place. She sighs as she pulls back, her forehead against his as she blows out a breath.

“I don’t know what to do.” 

He cups the back of her head, his fingers tangling into her hair, “I know, baby, but you don’t have to figure it all out now” he says, once again wishing he could make the decision for her, “If you do decide to go, I’ll come with you.”

She shakes her head as she pulls back, “No, if I go…I want you to stay here with her,” she says, nodding towards the crib.

He doesn’t agree, she can feel it in the way his grip tightens on her, his protective nature of her, even if it was her he was protecting her from, as much of an instinct to him as breaking, but he nods anyway. 

“Okay,” he says, kissing her, “I’ll do whatever you need me to do.” 

She smiles and leans in to hug him, her arms tight around him as she presses her face into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him, the scent of home. 

___

She purposely stays near the back. 

As she walks through the doors it feels like she’s stepped back in time, as if she’s a twenty-something who was here to support her mother all by herself, as lonely as she’d ever felt as she sat and listened as her mother was handed a small chip by a stranger. A round piece of plastic that was supposed to signify the start of a new stage of their life. It feels like history repeating itself, and she has to remind herself that while she’s physically here by herself, she isn’t alone. She has a baby and a husband at home who love her, the latter of whom had looked at her with complete sincerity only an hour ago when he said he could come with her if she changed her mind. 

She might be alone right now, but she wasn’t lonely. She hadn’t been in some time, and she knew she never would be again. 

She sits in the back row of the seats that had been laid out, her hands twisting together in her lap, her fingers grasping her wedding rings, as she watches and listens whilst a handful of people are handed their sobriety chips. She can’t breathe when her mother steps onto the small platform in front. 

She looks the same. She doesn’t look sick, or like she’s lost any weight. She looked the exact same as she had the last time Emily had seen her over a year ago at her house when she’d gone over to confront her about her drinking. For a reason she can’t explain the reality makes her ache. The fact it had been a year, that her life had changed beyond recognition in that time, seemingly insignificant as Elizabeth shakes hands with her sponsor and takes the chip she’s offered. 

Emily considers sneaking out the moment the meeting is over, not sure why she’d come in the first place, but she locks eyes with her mother and she knows she can’t. She sucks in a deep breath as Elizabeth politely finishes her conversation with who she’d been speaking to and she crosses the room. 

“Emily,” she says, her voice calm, her armour impenetrable as always as she stands in front of the daughter she’d been estranged from for so long, “I didn’t think you’d come.” 

Emily presses her lips together and looks at the floor as she clears her throat, “Honestly, I didn’t think I would either.” 

They fall into silence. It’s tense and thick and rests over them like a cloying blanket, the heat of it making Emily’s cheeks feel like they are burning red. It’s awkward, like it always had been, and Emily hates that it feels normal. 

“Would you like to get a coffee? I think we should probably talk,” Elizabeth says, and Emily nods, her arms tight over her chest as she looks over at the coffee machine in the corner, some of the other attendees standing around it, “Not here,” Elizabeth adds, following her line of sight, “The coffee here leaves a lot to be desired, but there’s a cafe down the street where it’s more bearable.” 

She nods again, “Ok, sure. I can stay for a coffee,” she says, smiling tightly as she follows her mother out of the church, a building nestled away on a nondescript street. A place that was hiding in plain sight, where many recognisable names in DC sought anonymity that only being them could buy. 

They walk in silence during the short journey to the cafe, neither one of them sure where to start, the fractures of their relationship deeper than they had ever been. It’s only when they sit down and have given their coffee orders that Elizabeth speaks. 

“It’s not like you to order decaf,” she says, looking at her daughter curiously across the table they were sitting at. Emily folds her hands together, once again twisting her rings around her finger. 

“Well, I do have a baby,” she says, the fact this was the first time she’d ever spoken to her mother about her daughter not lost on her, “It’s a bit late in the day to give her breast milk laced with caffeine.” 

Elizabeth nods, a tightness to the movement that Emily not so subtly hopes is regret, “I suppose that makes sense.” 

Their coffees are brought over, and the waitress clearly picks up on the tension between them and leaves without small talk. Emily wraps her hands around her mug of coffee, the heat of the ceramic against her skin a relief from the ache in her chest. 

“When Aaron…” Elizabeth trails off, almost immediately choosing to rephrase her choice of words, “When I last saw Aaron he said you’d had the baby. He wouldn’t tell me much,” she says, raising her eyebrows, the movement making a flash of anger burn through Emily’s gut, “Did everything go okay?” 

Emily swallows thickly to push back down the fury she doesn’t want to let out here, not sure her mother deserved even that from her let alone anything close to forgiveness. 

“We had a bit of a scare when she was being born but she’s okay,” Emily says, purposely giving Elizabeth a little more information than she knows Aaron had all those months ago when he’d picked her up from the police station, “She’s perfect actually.” 

“She? I have a granddaughter?” Elizabeth asks, and Emily sighs, already desperate to protect her little girl as if she were right here with her. 

“Yes,” she replies, sipping her coffee, “Her name is Lily.” 

“Can I see a picture?” 

Emily couldn’t explain her resistance to the question if she tried, everything in her screaming to say no even though she knew it was harmless, that showing her a picture wasn’t going to change anything. She nods, pushing through her initial instinct as she pulls her phone out of her pocket and unlocks it, quickly finding a picture of Lily that she’d only taken the night before. Lily is laughing in the picture, content in Aaron’s arms as she giggles at his serious face, apparently having inherited the lack of effect it had on her from Emily. She passes the phone to her mother who smiles as she looks at it, a brief softness to her eyes that Emily had only ever seen a handful of times in her life. 

“She’s beautiful,” Elizabeth says as she passes the phone back over, “She looks just like you did when you were a baby.” 

Emily locks her phone and slips it back into her pocket, “Thank you,” she says, the two of them falling back into silence again, the tension making Emily want to do nothing other than leave and go home to her family. She sighs, “Look, Mother-”

“I know I owe you a lot of apologies,” Elizabeth says, her eyes fixed on the table between them, “You know better than anyone I’m not any good at them.” 

Emily laughs and nods, “I guess I do.” 

“You were right to be angry the last time we saw each other, and Aaron was right to be the last time I saw him,” she says, looking up at her daughter, “You deserve better.” 

She looks at her mother and blows out a steady breath, her lips pressed together as she tries to stop a sad smile from breaking out over her face. 

“I do deserve better,” she says, “I know addiction is complicated,” she says, not put off as her mother flinches at the word, “I know that it’s a disease, but it doesn’t make coming second to it any easier to take. I’ve been a mom for four months and I can’t imagine ever putting anything before her. ”

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes,” Elizabeth says, “And my sponsor says an important part of recovery is making amends-”

“Is that what this is?” Emily asks, her brows knitting together, “You’re here hoping I’ll accept an apology and then what? We go back to not speaking?” 

“No,” Elizabeth insists, shaking her head, “I want to be a part of your life. Of…” she trails off and Emily feels the anger burning in her belly again. 

“Lily.” 

“Of Lily’s life,” she continues, “But I know it is going to take a long time for you to trust me again. For us to be anywhere near where we used to be.” 

Emily scoffs, “We weren’t exactly in a great place anyway, Mom,” she says, shaking her head when Elizabeth looks somewhere near shocked, “There’s so much we’ve never spoken about,” she says, looking at the time on her watch, seeing it was already later than she said she’d be home to Aaron, “And we aren’t going to fix it all tonight. I need to get home.”

“I’d like to try at least, Emily,” Elizabeth says, the sincerity in her voice making Emily make eye contact with her, “I know you feel the need to protect your little girl, but please don’t forget that you’re mine.” 

Emily blows out a breath and shakes her head, wiping away a stray tear that escapes as she does so.

“Haven’t I already given you enough of myself?” She asks, addressing the liver donation for only the second time in her life, “Where does it stop? When do I get to be the one who doesn’t always have to give?” 

Elizabeth looks like she wants to argue with her but she stops herself, “I’ve asked a lot of you over the years, often without even saying thank you,” she says, “I am sorry about that.” 

Emily swallows thickly, the apology she’d waited years for lacklustre and not even touching the surface of the hurt she feels, of the hurt that felt like a permanent part of her. 

“Can I ask you something?” Emily asks, and Elizabeth nods in response, “Why now? Why get sober now after relapsing for so long?”

“Well,” Elizabeth says carefully, “When I saw Aaron-”

“That was three months ago,” Emily cuts her off, crossing her arms over her chest, her short nails digging into her own skin through her sweater, “You’ve been sober for two. Why now?” 

Elizabeth stares at her for a second, her lips pressed together in a firm line before she nods.

“The secretary of state came to me. Apparently, news of my… indiscretion with the DC police department made it to her. She had concerns.” 

Emily laughs bitterly and shakes her head, “So, your boss came to you, your job was at risk and that was when you decided to stop?” She asks, her mother’s silence the only answer she needs, “I should have known.” 

“Emily, you know how important my work is. You love your job too.” 

“I changed jobs,” Emily says, “After I had Lily I changed departments so I can be the mother she needs, so she knows she’s more important,” she feels on edge, her skin itching to get out of here, “I need to go,” she says, signalling for the waitress and asking for the check, “I’m happy to talk again at some point, to try to get back something but, I can’t do this right now.” 

If her mother disagrees with her she doesn’t say anything, she simply watches as Emily hands her card over to the waitress, her eyes fixed on the small piece of plastic, her eyebrows raising as she reads the name on it.

“Emily Hotchner?” She asks, “You changed your name?” 

Emily nods as the waitress puts the bill in front of her, signing it quickly, “Yeah,” she says, providing no explanation, “I changed my name. I am married after all.” She stands as soon as she has settled the bill, “I’ll call you, okay?” 

Elizabeth nods as she stands too, “Okay, I…thank you for coming today.” 

Emily smiles tightly, unsure what to do as she steps outside, her mother only a couple of paces behind her. She isn’t aware that she’s going to pull her Elizabeth into a hug before she does it, her body working on some kind of baser instinct, the inner child that lived deep inside of her still aching for her mother’s comfort even now. She winces as her chest presses up against her mother’s and Elizabeth looks concerned as they pull back. 

“I have mastitis,” Emily explains, pulling back and putting some space between them, “I’m okay, my doctor put me on antibiotics.” 

Elizabeth smiles at her, “Good, I’m glad,” she says, the silence between them awkward again, “I’ll see you soon?” 

Emily swallows thickly as she nods, “Yeah, soon,” she replies, not entirely sure if she’s lying or not. They exchange goodbyes and Emily walks back to her car, numb to everything including the cold winter air around her. It’s only when she settles into the driver's seat and looks at the reflection car seat in the back in the rearview mirror. It’s the simple reminder she needs that she’s not doing this alone this time. That she has family, a solid foundation beneath her feet. She blows out a breath and starts the engine, desperate to be back with them as soon as she can be.

___

“Okay, Lily-Pad,” Aaron says, looking down at the little girl strapped to his chest, his smile widening as she looks up at him, “Mommy is on her way home and we are going to make her some hot chocolate.” 

He wanted to go with her. He’d made no secret of it, every part of him itching to sit by her side as she saw her mother for the first time in over a year, but he also wanted to be supportive. To walk the fine line of knowing when to push her and when to simply let his wife do what she thought was best. This time he’d done as she’d asked, stayed home with their baby so she had something to come home to, a reminder of what she had now in comparison to the last time she’d been through this. 

He makes hot chocolates to keep himself busy, narrating every step to his infant daughter as if she understood or cared, aware that more than anything his voice was still as soothing to her now as it had been when she was still in Emily’s belly. He pulls the marshmallows out of the pantry just as he hears the front door open and he places the packet down, his hand on Lily’s back as he leaves the kitchen.

“Mommy’s home,” he says to his daughter as he walks towards the front door. He smiles when he makes it, his eyes locking with Emily’s as she slides her shoes onto the rack, “Hi sweetheart.” 

“Hi,” she breathes out, a weight lifted from her chest as soon as she sees them. She walks over and presses a kiss to Aaron’s lips, her hand resting over his on Lily’s back. She smiles as he wraps his arm around her waist, holding her close as his thumb sneaks under her shirt, rubbing gently at her skin. She leans down to kiss Lily’s head before she looks back up at her husband, “Have I ever told you that you look really good when you’re wearing a baby?” 

He chuckles and presses a kiss to her cheek, “Only every time I do it,” he replies, smiling at her, his hold on her hip tightening, “How was it?” 

She sighs and rests her head on his shoulder, “It was…she’s trying,” she says, her eyes sad as they meet his, “I just don’t know if it’s enough.” 

He knows better than most when she means, how it feels to be the child of someone whose life was ravaged by addiction, and he simply pulls her closer, his lips against her temple as he replies. 

“You don’t have to decide anything now, Em,” he says, pulling back to look at her, his smile loving and kind, “We can figure it out together.”

She nods and smiles at him, pushing hair from his forehead, “Yeah, together.” 

He kisses her once more before he pulls back enough to guide her towards the kitchen, “Come on, Lily and I were making you a hot chocolate.” 

She gasps in fake surprise even though she knew would have done that, her mind drifting towards the sweet treat the entire drive home. 

“Really?” She asks, looking down at the little girl who was halfway asleep, “And Lily helped?”

“She was essential to the whole thing,” he says, squeezing her hip again, “You can even pick how many marshmallows you have.” 

“Oh, you do spoil me.” She chuckles, shaking her head at her ridiculous, sweet, man as they walk into the kitchen. 

After her mother had stopped drinking last time she’d gone to a few of her presentations and had always gone home to an empty apartment afterwards. She’d stared at the wine in her fridge before pulling a box of Swiss Miss out of the cabinet, one sachet left that was likely expired, and making herself a hot chocolate, unknowingly starting a tradition she would continue for years. 

It was different now, better. And not just because Aaron had bought an expensive hot chocolate maker for her, or because he bought the best chocolate for it, but because he was here. Because he had made her one without her asking him to with their little girl strapped to his chest. Their house warm with love and comfort. 

She’d think she was lucky, but she knew she’d fought hard for this, and that she would continue to do so for the rest of her life. 

-x-

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hi, Angel!! Firstly, I wanted to apologize. I'm still learning English, so you know, if anything gets confusing.

I guess I just wanted some advice. In February, I turn 19 and I'm a total failure: no job, no money for college, no girlfriend. I've been having the idea in my head of begging to work in a pizzeria where practically my entire family works, so I can buy my things little by little and rent some small, cheap place for myself, because I can't stand the situation at my mother house anymore.

I talked to my mother, explained the situation and she supported me. But today, when I was talking to the owner of the pizzeria to hand in my resume, my mother suddenly started saying that she wanted me to learn a lesson, working in a bad place and getting by with college, courses and work. And, to make matters worse, she and the owner started talking bad about me IN FRONT OF ME, calling me a bum for not having gotten into a good college yet. I left earlier than her and I was holding back crying the entire bus ride. I feel so betrayed, I lost all trust. I don't know if I can handle the pressure anymore and I feel so useless. But I really want to leave the house. I don't know what to do and was hoping you could give me some advice perhaps? I'm really lost

hi babe <3333 i am so so sorry you're in a rough spot right now.

i'm going to give you advice based on my similar experiences, but please please please, only do what you think feels right depending on your situation and safety levels!

first of all: you're soooo not alone. i have so many friends (in real life and online) who are in the same spot-- and i'm in a similar situation myself! here are a few things i remind myself of when i start to spiral:

1. our age range (young adults) has been incredibly stunted socially from covid. generations before us didn't have to stay inside of their houses for some of the most socially developmental years of their lives. it's no wonder we're a little more lost and lonely.

2. nineteen is still so young. i'm twenty three, and i'm still so young. you've got all the time in the world to figure out important things, like what you want to study or where you want your career to go.

3. a career doesn't have to be anything more than what you do to feed yourself. you don't have to be passionate about your work, you don't have to change the world, and, best of all, you don't need to do what other people want you to do.

so, to you, i'll say this: at least if you're in america, college is an expensive investment-- and it isn't your only option. if you don't know what you want to study-- that's totally okay! you're so young, you've experienced so little, it's incredibly ridiculous to expect teenagers to determine their life path. so, i say, wait to go to college until you know what you want to study. it'll save you a whole lot of stress and money. (there are alternative paths too: most trades only have you in school for 2 years, there are licences you can get in 3 months that lead to union jobs, i, personally, have been taking online certification courses to beef up my resume... college is not your only option!)

until then: don't let your shitty mom and her asshole friends at the pizzeria stop your search! the economy is shit right now, i know how expensive rent is (trust me, i'm trying to move out of my parents house rn too haha) but the good thing is: almost everyone's hiring. so i say, get a job somewhere else, save some money, and hopefully soon the tides will turn and the economy will change, and both you and i will be able to find a place of our own!

and last but not least: your mom is so so wrong. it's so cruel of her to humiliate and demean you like that, and you do not deserve that treatment. i'm so sorry you're in an environment like that right now, and i want you to know that you aren't alone, and someday, you will get out of there. you just gotta keep chugging along until then. and i'll be rooting for you the entire time!!

i hope this helped love <3 don't be too hard on yourself