#i think they might've actually done something if i wasn't too scared to say something.

[youth-liberation-june]

are you able to call CPS as a kid?

i've tried to look it up on google but it won't answer.

edit: great to know, guys. i can 👍🏽

there's a literal baby being yelled at by their “mom” for crying on my apartment floor. i hear them.

why…how do literal babies get beaten for “crying too much”?

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Twilight- Switch of Daylight: Chapter Eleven, Cliffs

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[Ten] [Eleven] [Twelve]

Someone knocks on the truck door, startling me. I thought it was going to be Charlie but when it was Jacob instead, my eyebrows furrowed.

He opens the door and forces me to scoot over. I then look at the door to see Bella waving and then entering the house. "You apologized?" I asked, holding myself tightly. Not caring about anything else.

"Yes, and I need to apologize to you as well." He doesn't look me in the eyes as he says this. "It's fine Jake." I shrug it off but he disagrees.

"It's not fine. I didn't understand anything and immediately jumped on you. You're nothing like the Cullens." He says, I look up at him. "Jacob, the Cullens have done nothing to you." I cross my arms, "whatever, that's not the point of this talk. I should've never said those nasty things about you. Your situation... it's pretty serious and I'm sorry." He sincerely says in a soft tone. "I have another thing to bring up to you." He tells me and I nod for him to keep talking, bringing my knees up to my chest as I listened.

"Victoria, that red headed chick. You know she's after Bella-" "Yes I already knew that." I chuckled, "why?" My nose scrunches, confused on why he would bring something up I already obviously know.

"Well you know she's after you too right?" He asks, giving me a serious look and then I see in the forest line, Sam and Paul's wolves poking out. "Yeah, Laurent might've mentioned it." I look back to him, now tensed up from the conversation.

"I don't think it's to kill you though. I think she wants to trigger the curse." Jacob says, he's hesitant though. I think Sam fully explained everything to him for which I'm grateful but he should know I don't think I could ever truly trust him again. "Finish what James was trying to accomplish." I finish Jacob's words. Now thinking it all over. Before he turned me he said he wanted me to turn into a vampire so he could kill me and it would be permanent. But he didn't know if that was actually true.

"She figured out what James wanted to know." I sigh out, putting my head down.

He pulls me into his arms and I actually felt a tear pass my eyes, startling me but nothing that's supposed to make sense is anymore so I ignore it. "I'm scared, Jake." My body trembles as he holds me a little tighter.

"Hey, it's okay." He assures me, "we're gonna keep you safe." Even in the arms of Jacob all I can think about are Alice and Jasper.

The next day I decided to go hunting myself. I haven't gotten to do so in a while and I need to have enough strength to not react to other people's blood.

I'm not going to get into anything gory, of course attacking an animal I try to keep to a minimum due to the guilt I feel. Even if this is the better way I still hate doing this. Yeah, I ate meat as a human but I didn't have to do the killing to eat it. To my left I hear leaves rustling, almost scaring me until I realized it wasn't as close as I thought. Moments later a large body makes its way from the trees. I shake my head, smiling. "Hey Jake, Embry." I acknowledge the one behind him.

Jacob nods his head slightly, coming over to look at the animal I covered with leaves, then turning to look at me. "I uh, feel bad." I rub the back of my neck before wiping the blood from my mouth.

"Still on the search for Victoria?" I question as if I could understand them. I mainly go by body language. Embry huffs meaning they definitely still are. That was until we heard a laugh. Jacob gets in front of me and then we see a glimpse of red hair.

Jacob and Embry go after her as I stand there confused on if I should go help or not, then I remember I told Bella I'd meet her back at the house after hunting.

Racing home I get there to see Bella's truck gone. I begin to panic, using my speed ability to check around the house before thinking next of where she could be.

The guys weren't supposed to allow her to leave so most of them might be chasing after Victoria. I hurry up and  go to the Rez. Fuck, I don't know where she could be around here.

I run to Sam's house, banging on the door like a mad woman. It swings open and his face is furrowed.

"[Name], what happened?" I push past him in the house. "Where's my sister?" I look around, going into the kitchen then searching in other rooms. Only to bump into another woman.

"Sam, what's going on?" The woman asks, I push past her as well, going to go outside but Sam stops me.

"This is [Name], Bella's sister. And what's going on, why are you freaking out?" He questions me, I grow antsy, not wanting to answer him as I was just trying to find my sister. "[Name], what's going-" "Bella, where is she?" I glare at him. "You said you guys were gonna keep her safe, she was supposed to be at the house, where is she?" I start to grip back on his arm, visibly hurting him but I was not doing too goof. "It's okay, she was was just here." Sam attempts to calm me down.

"Yeah, she was looking for Jacob." The girl speaks up, I glance back at her. Then something comes back to me. The cliff. She wanted to cliff dive. "Thank you!" I point to the random woman I've never seen before.

Speeding out of the house, practically ripping my body out of Sam's grasp.

Arriving at the Cliff I look around, seeing Bella's truck parked. I hurry towards the water, Bella's body was falling to the water. "Bella no!!" I scream. She hit the ocean.

"Bella!" I cry out. Moments pass and then her body pops out. A huge relief settles in my body. Panic still over washed my face nonetheless. "Yes!" She laughs. Then a wave crashes over her, pulling her under the water. Without thinking I dive into the water once I hit the water I open my eyes, searching for Bella.

It takes longer than I liked but once I found her, her eyes were closed. I just barely grab her by her sleeve, once I have her I fix my grip to her waist. Swimming out of the water, making sure her head is above it.

Getting onto shore I try to remember what to do. I hear footsteps behind me as I begin CPR. "Oh my god, Bella." It was Jacob behind me, he gets down to his knees as well on the other side of her.

"Bella, please." I beg with her, dread entering my body. Jacob and I lift her torso up, hitting her back. Finally she spits out water.

"Bella!" "Bella can you hear us?" Jacob asks. "[Name]...? Jake?" She's attempting to focus on us, mainly staring at me. Sam stands behind us. "She'll be alright." He tells us, I stand up letting Jacob lecture her as mine will be far far worse.

I go over to Sam.

"Sorry..." I mutter. "Sorry?" His eyes widen slightly, surprised I'm talking to him to begin with. "For pushing past you, searching your house." I say, holding myself. Weirdly just now feeling the water drip from my clothes.

"Who was that girl?" I suddenly ask as he stayed silent after my apology. "That's Emily, Paul's imprint." He informs me.

I nod my head a little bit. "Oh," Was all I said in return before joining Bella and Jacob again.

"Get them home, I'm heading to the hospital, I'll meet you there!" Sam shouts over to Jacob who only nods in return. Sam jogs off.

"Why would you jump? Didn't you notice it's like a hurricane out here? You're lucky [Name] got here in time." Jacob turns back to my sister. "I know. It was stupid- Sam said hospital- someone's hurt?" She asks and then I realized what was said too and we both stare at him waiting for an answer.

"Harry Clearwater had a heart attack." He informs us. I close my eyes, knowing that's going to be heartbreaking for our dad. "Oh my god- does our dad know?"

"He and my dad are both over there." He says. "Will Harry be okay?"

"I don't know. Come on. I'll find you both something dry and drive you guys home." He tells us, helping my sister up. She then falls into my arms and we walk together as I hold her from the side.

Jacob both found us jackets but it was kind of irrelevant for me as I don't feel cold. Bella shivers though so Jacob pulls her close.

"Hundred and eight degrees over here." He smiles, she tucks herself further into him. "Must be nice, never getting cold." She says to the both of us, mainly to Jacob so I stay quiet. "It's a wolf thing." He shrugs it off. "It's a Jacob thing. You're just... warm." She compliments him. "Like the sun." He grins.

I roll my eyes from the subtle flirting he's trying to pull off. "Like the sun." Bella repeats him.

"Which like always comes back. You can count on me." He sincerely tells her. She only nods though. I feel her grow awkward. "There are other cool things about all this, like- I heal fast. Wanna see me stab my hand?" He jokingly messes with her. "Yeah, 'cause that would be fun." She sarcastically responds.

Jacob pulls the truck into our house. "So... this wolf thing's not all bad?" She changes the subject, I still decide to stay quiet. I feel tired almost which is weird but ignored like everything else has been. "It's better. Not that you know. But..." He grows quiet. "But..." She says, egging him on to continue. "It's just... comes so easily to me. More than the other guys."

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" She tilts her head.

"Maybe. Or maybe it makes me less human than the others." I notice him glance at me then back to Bella. It was quick, not exactly intentionally but I saw it.

"Sometimes I'm scared I might disappear, you know? Who I really am." Bella looks him directly in his eyes and this where I take it as a sign to get out of the truck.

They of course noticed it due to Bella's truck being so nosey but they continued with their conversation. I leaned against the truck, wanting to wait for Bella before I went into the house. I closed my eyes thinking about how Bella might not have made it. Moments later Bella opens her truck door but Jacob pushes her back into the trucking slamming her door before grabbing me and leading me back into the vehicle as well. "There's a bloodsucker out there." He says.

"Hey! Excuse me!" I motion to myself, I get a quick apology but then I notice the sense of another as well. "How do you know?" She questions. "He can smell us. Wolves and Vampires have distinct smells." I tell her.

"Yeah, and they reek. Sorry [Name] but it's true. And I'm getting you guys out of here." He pulls out of the driveway, whipping the truck around. "It's not Victoria!" I shout. And both Bella and I look in the driveway again. Realizing who it is. "Yeah, stop, it's not here!" Bella screams.

"Forget it." He shakes his head.

"It's Carlisle's car! They're here. Go back!" Bella orders him but he doesn't listen. "It's a trick-" He floors it so I take Bella, opening the door and jumping out causing Jacob to slam the breaks. I try to careg Bella bridal style, going to run off to the house but Jacob gets in front of us. I slowly put my sister back down. "Stop, you guys gotta come with me." He desperately says to us.

"It's okay. They're my friends." Bella argues. "Jacob something might be wrong if they're back." I plead with him. "Don't you get it? If a Cullen is back here, this is their territory. The Treaty says we can only defend our own lands." He explains to us.

"It's not a war." Bella disagrees. "It is. And you'll only be safe in La Push. I can't protect you here anymore." This isn't about me anymore. I'm only plus one because I'm Bella's sister.

"I don't need you to-" "You're about to cross a line." He cuts her off. "Only if you draw one." Bella states. We begin to move past him but he stops us. "I'm not letting you two do this." He says.

"You don't have a choice. We- I don't belong to you." She says, knowing it will hurt him, and it does. She sees it but she knows she can't take it back. He hands her the keys. "Bye, Bella. I hope you both don't die." Bella flinches from his words, he disappears in the woods. Leaving us in the road so I take the keys from her. Grabbing her arm so we can continue our way to the house.

But as we begins rustling noises start. She freaks out but I smell the scent of who it is and I instantly let Bella go. She screams though, stopping once she sees who it is. "Alice!"

"You're... alive." Alice seems confused. I stand back, completely silent at the sight of her. Bella hugs her. "Oh my god, Alice. You're here." Bella grins. "I heard voices- I didn't think it was you two but- you're alive." She repeats herself from the first time. "You keep saying that." Bella chuckles anxiously.

"I saw you- a vision of you- you jumped off a cliff. I knew I'd be too late but- Why the hell would you try to kill yourself?!" She suddenly grows angry. "I didn't I was cliff diving." Bella corrects her.

"Why?!"

"Um... fun?" Bella even questions it herself, knowing her answer isn't a good one. "That was fun for you." Alice looks her up and down. "Until I hit the water." She nods. "I have never met anyone more prone to life-threatening idiocy... and what is that hideous dog smell on the both of you?" Oh so she can acknowledge my existence.

"Oh, probably Jacob. He's kind of a werewolf."

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[animentality]

Listen, I know I said I wasn't pro redeemed Gortash before, but.

But.

I could bend on that idea, if Gortash died and went to the House of Hope.

If he was humiliated by Raphael, asking him if he truly thought that he was more than that scared little boy he bought all those years ago, the boy his servants used to beat black and blue, who used to cry at night for his parents. A boy who was terrified of him, and hated being powerless, who spent his life trying to obtain power, so he wouldn't be afraid again.

Gortash dying and being forced back there...and having to face the fact that this is what he's done to other people...and for what reason?

In the end, he was still that helpless child.

Because here's the thing right. The dark urge is only redeemable because they lost their memories and their old self truly died when they got their head split open.

They only became redeemable when they had a second chance, and took it. When they chose to make themselves better and to fix the damage they caused.

Just imagine Gortash having to be back in the House of Hope, and imagining himself spending a fucking eternity in there...

That's divine, karmic punishment enough for a villain.

Not to mention that Raphael would laugh at him and torture him and force him to wear those hideous prison robes, completely stripping him of the pomp that he used to defend himself for his entire life.

Forcing him to dress like a slave again.

But imagine the dark urge waltzed in and slaughtered Raphael for him.

And saved hope.

The parallels!!!

Gortash couldn't break the cycle of abuse, but the dark urge could do it for him, and give him a second chance!!!

Gortash was abandoned as a child, and he used and abandoned everyone he ever met, so that none of them could hurt him first!!! But the dark urge didn't abandon him.

They came back for him.

He hated them in his final moments, because they had become a hero, something they both used to despise. The ultimate betrayal...but then.

This is also what heroes do. They kill villains...and they save people.

Gortash would ask, why did you help me, what's in it for you?

And they'd just say, it was the right thing to do, fool.

Raphael was a bastard.

So I killed him.

Same as I killed you. For being a bastard.

But then they'd throw his contract at him and be like here. You're free now.

Be a piece of shit again, and I'll kill you again.

But maybe his first act of contrition is making the steel watch help you in the final battle.

I think there's a data mined line where Jaheira says you were made to save the city, right? to the steel watch, when you summon them?

That's really good.

Like Gortash...ruining the city with his stupid absolute plan and his tyrannical steel watch bullshit...

And the arc words, of actually doing what he said he was doing, and saving the city he was was ruining...from the mess he made.

Ahh.

Also dark urge specifically...

I still think about the dev notes, about Gortash seeing the dark urge as something more than a monster.

Or even, seeing them as a person, and not a monster at all.

He gave them a chance before they were even good. He saw them as something more than a bhaalspawn. He doesn't care if they reject Bhaal or accept him, he doesn't care if they have their memories or not. He wanted them on his side.

It would've upset him, no doubt, when they refused him.

But saving him by killing Raphael...yeah.

Maybe he'd wonder if there isn't still some of the old dark urge in there.

The only person in the world who might've really cared about him, even if they don't remember it...but it'd be a glimmer.

It'd be a little spark, a tiny connection, that would make him think they were paying him back for his faith in them.

And then maybe he'd realize what a real hero looks like, and how they act, and if someone as cruel as the dark urge could be reformed...maybe he could be too.

Anyway.

Still fucking better than the current endings, where he either dies or dies.

I'm talking out my ass, as per usual.

He still can't quite make up for his sins.

But...but I....I don't know. Dont talk to me.

[spilledmilkfkdies]

Hello! I wanted to ask you, when the wizards are freed from Omega by Neruman in the comics, what do you think their relationship was? Because it never really felt to me that the wizards were serving Neruman willingly. Not sure if I’m quite thinking they were his prisoners, but it didn’t feel like they would serve him by choice. (You’ve talked about comic-exclusive characters in your posts before, so I’m guessing you know about the comic plots. If you don’t, since the comics aren’t widespread, then never mind.)

(Quick extra bit: any theories on where the wizards lived while serving Neruman? Because I could never tell if they lived in his Dark Dimension Castle thing, or if they just hid out in Gardenia again.) Thank you!

Ngl of all the characters with relevance to the remaining 75% of the Black Circle comic wise, Neruman has definitely done the least for me? Which might be a little ironic because he's like the whole reason the wizards were even freed to EXIST in the comics?? Idk he just doesn't get my creative juices flowing like Yllidith and Gregory do y'know- Despite having more relevance than both of them. I really am just attracted to cardboard huh. Hm.

But aside from that!! Yeah no, I don't think the word 'willingly' is even allowed in the building rn.

Tbh the wizards really just dealt with hit after hit, loss after loss. They went from nearly done with a centuries lasting job, to losing one of their own and being locked up, just to be freed and forced to work under him to repay a debt that really won't be until some guy says so, who abandons them anyway later on and lets them get locked away elsewhere. Had the wizards been in even a little bit of a better state, emotionally and magically, at any point during this, I don't think working under him would've gone on for as long as it did, if even at all.

Also if we assume that they haven't worked under anyone since Yllidith, and doing so wasn't the best experience (I am assuming both of those things), than this might've been extra upsetting for them too. If it wasn't humiliating enough by itself. Dare I say I think all 3 of them hated this shadowy, 'Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come' ass bitch- Just not a fan of it being mostly a fear thing, I mean these men have been around for a WHILE. Like just say they're aware they're too weak to leave him rn, but don't make them SCARED and sweating on their knees tf is WRONG with you smh.

Not to do another comic rant or anything, but I will NEVER get over how the comics slandered them and everything positive they had going for them. Maybe that's why Neruman doesn't do a lot for me hskskssj he really is a big part of it all.

Wouldn't be surprised if he did yoink them to be nearby whenever they weren't actively doing something for him though, so I'd say stand-by in the castle, but "free" roaming Gardenia when in the middle of the job, like with the whole Gregory thing. Who is actually my little guy compared to Neruman.

[accirax]

Okay, really wanna get these out before the finale so here we go :

https://youtu.be/w3ih6kGB4cM?si=NRdk-fnwO8zdPG6P

Haven't really shown a Hunter one yet (love his laugh).

https://youtu.be/RAQb550ftxI?si=V8FKJFsfmQMlOPu1

Awww, Will & Ashley are just the best for each other! ^_^ (Also, AUTUMN CAMEO!!! :D)

https://youtu.be/9rMgUniDeD8?si=cF4JWZk0l4GOxomd

*SIGH* Y'know.. the more of these Ellie Greetings I look at really show me the kind of person she is. She doesn't wanna show remorse for anything since it's such an "inconvenience" To Her. She doesn't see why any of the stuff she said or did was wrong and thinks it's a waste of her time to even try to understand why it might've been; that all the people she's affected (whether directly or indirectly) are just petty butthurt crybabies who should get over themselves & forget about everything. Always quick to point out everyone else's faults & how much they suck, but denies her own. shepissesmeoffsofuckingmuch.

https://youtu.be/bGCfEWaRXkY?si=Zs_SmJ6K0lttepxu

Seems like Gabby isn't much different. No doubt influenced by her gf. I mean, the girl practically takes *anything* Ellie says or does as gospel so this really shouldn't surprise me.

https://youtu.be/Ch7h1yBMerE?si=eiCAXdyJOKijJnS1

Aww, this one's actually really sweet~! ^^

https://youtu.be/am-L4WX5wEM?si=reikHWeee54iNR8Z

Why do I get the feeling that a certain group of shippers are gonna go crazy over the thing he's holding..? (Also, do you know if plushies & other accessories/items/animals/outfits/costumes cost extra in greetings? I'm kinda curious about that.)

https://youtu.be/XgFHQ-JccNs?si=ZW3oKPuBaLwupLht

OMG-! 😆 Even though I barely remember anything about Azula, this cosplay fits way too well for her lol! Also, I'm gonna take that awkward laugh and avoidance of the first question as a sign that she totally does watch that stuff but refuses to ever admit it. (Ew.)

Ok, I that's all I wanted to say. And, just in case none of the links work, there is a high chance I might've confused the capital i for a lowercase L, or vice versa. So you could just correct that and it should be fine.

i didn't have a good opportunity to respond to this before the finale (part 1) aired, but i am taking a look at them before i've personally watched the finale, so hopefully that's alright :)

(text to make the keep reading work)

Hunter's VA is always so funny; never forget how he was the one to kick off the singing greetings trend (even if it was the asker who asked him to do it). i sort of thought he'd go for some sort of shadows/darkness power myself, but the Frozone reference when explaining why he chose ice won me over. also, as someone who just got around to finally watching "disventure camp but bad," this comment took me out:

it's funny how many of the couples are comprised of one person who's afraid and one person who helps them get over those fears (wishley, jaiden, kind of tomjake). i wonder if any of the writers had that sort of experience with their hypothetical partners.

(also, just because this was the greeting in which it was apparently said, i do want to highlight @/harzeke and his survey answerer's critique of having a Scared Black Man trope originate from his experiences in a shady neighborhood. it's in the "racist fandom and fanon jokes" section of the linked document. i'm not at all trying to say that you, @sapphireroses282, have done anything wrong, obviously. just trying to use this opportunity to promote a well-written and overall much-needed perspective from another creator :) )

yeah, Ellie isn't exactly the kindest person even on her best days, unless it's to Gabby. to give her the benefit of the doubt, i sort of read it as a continuation of her coping with her loss. if, in an attempt to convince herself that losing wasn't that big of a deal, she keeps telling herself that it was "just a game" and not something worth getting upset over, she might also tell herself that every one else does/should think the same and therefore that they shouldn't be angry, either. but, i agree, it definitely is a flaw, and i can understand how it could be frustrating if you've dealt with people who are self-centered in this way in real life.

i do think that Lake and Aiden at least deserve an apology, and probably Tess too, but, Hunter...? am i forgetting something? i just rewatched Hunter's boot episode. what did Ellie have to apologize to Hunter for? i know that she tried to keep Tess away from him to prevent mingling between teams, but that didn't go through, and he has no idea that happened. i sort of remember them fighting in the animal rescue and/or sandbag challenges, but that probably was within the realm of the challenge, not like pushing Tom on top of Aiden was. i'm probably just forgetting something, but for now it's throwing me.

the main thing for Gabby is that i feel like she already did apologize to Tess and Tom within the bounds of the main series, so i don't think any additional apologizing is needed there. like, she doesn't exactly say "i'm sorry" to Tess when she's booted, but Tess also doesn't seem upset, so like... no harm no foul, right? and, when she beats Tom in the tiebreaker challenge, she literally says, "I'm sorry I got carried away, Tom."

in the Survivor fandom, there's the concept of a "bitter jury," which is a season in which the jury favors their personal feelings of betrayal in who they vote for to win, instead of who they think played the best strategic/physical/social (in the making and betraying allies sense) game. now, i'm of the opinion that whoever wins the season is the correct winner of the season, because if the jury is going to be bitter, the finalists should account for that in how they appeal to the jury and how they play the game. that being said, i also hate bitter juries, because i would rather see the best player of the season win the money as opposed to just the most popular player.

in that sense, i'm glad that apologies aren't needed, because it seems indicative of people forgiving each other -> not being bitter about how the events of the game show turned out. i don't think that anyone should be forced to apologize to someone who wasn't hurt just for the, i dunno, social politics of it all. especially when that someone is Gabby, who seems to have already needed to "apologize" just for being herself to a lot of people. (my typical standard is, if the offended party forgives the perpetrator, i don't have any issue forgiving them as well, even if a formal apology isn't issued.)

however, you could also argue that Tess or Lake or whoever should have been more offended by what Gabby did. although i think things like "say hi to Ellie" were made in jest, they could easily be seen as mockery. and/or, Tess is someone who likely has pretty low self-confidence, so you could see her not standing up for herself as a sign that she's fine letting herself get verbally harmed for the sake of peace. whether or not a fictional character should be forgiven/have to apologize is a very complicated issue that everyone approaches differently depending on their own history and personality. (god knows i've learned that through participating in the Milgram fandom.) i completely understand why you might not like Ellie (and Gabby by extension) because of her attitude, but i hope you can also understand why i see things differently ^_^

aww, that was really sweet! i'm glad that Alec might finally be getting to a place in his life where he can try to be happy. i kinda thought he might relate getting dinner with someone to The Mishap with Riya, but, hey, maybe that's further proving his growth that he's not fixated on it anymore! also, apparently he's dressed up as a Pokemon character? i thought that was, like, Kid Icarus or something. what in the ancient Greece is Pokemon getting up to?

it's funny to combo the "Connor and I are good friends" dialogue with him holding a plushie of Connor, haha. then again, he didn't say something as direct as "it's platonic," so, yeah, i think the shippers will go crazy over this one.

while i don't know much about greetings myself, one of my coworkers on Reality Resort did tell me a little about how greetings pricing goes down, so i can confirm that they do add to the overall cost of the greeting. said coworker also made this video talking about Disventure Camp greetings, and talks in a bit more specificity about pricing at around the 11:10 mark, if not elsewhere (i watched the video when it first came out so i don't remember what exactly goes where). some of the official VAs (Trevor, Gabby) also left some comments on that video with a bit more insider knowledge. i still don't think there's an exact breakdown of how much a costume vs a prop costs-- possibly because the price varies based on complexity-- but it's a good video overall, so i recommend you check it out if you're interested to learn more about greetings!

that costume looks so cute on her!!! some of the comments were recalling that Fiore also quoted Azula in s1 (the part where she says something along the lines of "my own mother thought i was a monster... she was right, but--"), so it's a super fitting choice. i also love that she ended with "i'm 8, so what do i know?". she is just a silly 8 year old who likes bullying her dad for having cooties. and manipulating and traumatizing people. who does it like her?

(all of the links worked perfectly btw-- thanks for putting in the effort to transcribe them!)

[tenebraevesper]

Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 9: Salvage Dreams

''What is point of creation? No answer, only nightmares. Cold and lifeless iron death cells, seems we have hearts inside us. Maybe I will scare you too much; Please, I really need to know why. Vicious circle all around me, we can't keep this scary old lie. My old scene, it beckons me, but should we freeze our lives forever, or you'll embrace us all together, to get us all free in the flame.''

 – Salvage Dreams by MiaRissyTV ft. Cheshire (Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Simulator)

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Sam leaned against the pillow, feeling tired as she checked some notifications on her smartphone. It was late evening, with her and Springtrap having returned home from their investigation at the factory. The animatronic in question was sitting on the other end of her bed, looking just as tired as she was, but also somewhat content.

''So, I guess we have another mystery at our hands,'' Sam said, glancing at Springtrap.

''I'm pretty sure that this mystery is connected to what happened at Ricky's,'' Springtrap replied.

''Speaking of which, we know that a man, a night guard, had been murdered at Ricky's and left at Freddy's,'' Sam said. ''We also know that whoever killed him made sure nobody would find out about it.''

''We also know that someone constructed that animatronic, maybe more, at the factory, but we don't know why,'' Springtrap added. ''There is a possibility that it was the same person, someone who has an interest in robots. Perhaps, they were caught by the night guard doing something which they wanted to keep secret and that is why the night guard had to die.''

''Maybe, but we have no idea what our culprit had done,'' Sam said. ''Also, leaving the body at Freddy's was a smart move, considering how infamous Freddy's is for missing people cases and murders.'' She bit her lip. ''You know, I think this is less about damaging the reputation of a rival company and perhaps more personal, with Freddy's being the scapegoat.''

''The question remains, who would do that and why,'' Springtrap said, frowning. He could still see the twitching endoskeleton and the pleading look it gave him. It wasn't made to kill.

''Do you think that someone is trying to recreate the haunted animatronics?'' Sam asked. Springtrap shrugged.

''Why don't you check the news for any missing children?'' he asked, half-jokingly. It was merely a suggestion, but Sam instantly checked her smartphone, looking at the local news.

''There's nothing. Just a car accident and a burglary on the other side of the town,'' she said. ''There are no reported kidnappings or missing people cases.''

''I see. Even if the night guard's death was covered, a missing child wouldn't go unnoticed,'' Springtrap said, feeling a little frustrated. What exactly is going on?

''I think you were right about the theory that the night guard might've been killed because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time,'' Sam said. ''However, whether the animatronic we saw had anything to do with it, we don't know.''

''Maybe it does,'' Springtrap said. ''I'm not saying that someone would try to recreate a haunted animatronic, but it was sure created with some kind of function.''

''Who knows,'' Sam sighed. ''I think we should figure out tomorrow what to do next.''

''So, I guess my Five Nights trial is over, right?'' Springtrap asked, giving Sam a curious look. ''Unless you want to add an extra Night.''

''As long as you're here, I don't think those Five Nights will ever end,'' Sam replied, noticing Springtrap's sly expression.

''Well, perhaps I could start my own trial with you,'' Springtrap said, his eyes glowing in a very faint purple. The glow faded, however, when he saw how reluctant Sam was. He actually wanted to let her know that he was just messing with her, and was surprised when she nodded. He sat closer to her, noticing the empty stare she had. ''What happened?''

Sam took a deep breath, speaking in a heavy, bitter tone.

''Remember what I told you about my former friends?'' She looked at Springtrap, who nodded. ''Even though I ghosted them, they were still trying to be a part of my life. I had to endure two years straight of them switching between being my best friends and being bullies. That was two years of psychological torture, where they would switch between trying to be nice and friendly and calling me a horrible person and blaming me for everything that went wrong.''

''That's incredibly cruel,'' Springtrap muttered, torn between trying to comfort her and letting her have some of her own space. One thing he hated about himself was that, despite what he said, he had some trouble connecting with people on an emotional level. He understood how Sam felt and what she was going through, but he felt he lacked the empathy any other decent human being would feel in such situation.

''They would get more aggressive the more I ignored them,'' Sam continued, with Springtrap noticing that her eyes were sparkling. ''Instead of kicking and punching me, they would send me messages over social media or something similar. Then, there was this…'' She trailed off, choking up. Her eyes were tearing, with her wiping them away.

''Sam?'' Springtrap lifted his hand, wanting to place it on her shoulder in a comforting manner, but something stopped him. Sam shook her head.

''They set me up with this older guy. It was supposed to be some kind of prank,'' she said, clenching her fists and shaking. ''I had no idea what was going on. I had no idea who he was. All I knew was that a stranger appeared in front of my door, while it was evening and I was home alone, screaming at me for standing him up and threatening me for lying to him. I was so scared…''

Tears were flowing down her cheeks, with her gasping and wiping them away. Springtrap wished he could do more for her. Rage was growing inside him at the thought of seeing Sam suffer like this.

''He believed I was in on the prank, even though I told him I had no idea what he was talking about. Luckily, I managed to lock the door, because he attempted to break in and show me why people shouldn't mess with him. I-I thought I was going to get h-hurt or worse,'' she added. ''The next day, a girl in my class told me how someone made a fake profile of me and catfished the guy. I had deleted all of my social media before that, so I had no idea what was going on. Nobody knew who did that, but I already had an idea. However, nothing could be p-proven, since they had already d-deleted the fake profile.''

She broke down crying.

''Sam,'' Springtrap muttered, reaching for her shoulder, only to look back in shock when she recoiled from his touch. ''Sam, I'm sorry.''

''No, it's not you…'' Sam shook her head, wiping her tears and taking a deep breath. ''I'm such an idiot.''

''No, you're not,'' Springtrap told her, only to be cut off by Sam.

''Yes, I am,'' Sam replied in a firm tone. ''I knew how toxic they were and despite that, I felt that I needed to be part of that group. There were times I blamed myself, thinking I was indeed somehow at fault and that I was a horrible person.''

''Sam, you're in no way a horrible person nor an idiot,'' Springtrap told her in a calm, comforting tone. ''You simply wanted support, but instead had to go through something horrible that scarred you.''

''To be honest, I have struggled with low self-esteem and anxiety, and even depression, after I ghosted my friends. I did tell myself that I could do better, but I only found myself locking up in my room more and more,'' Sam said. ''I didn't want to go out anymore because I was afraid. I felt that I couldn't trust people anymore, even though I really wanted to trust someone. I managed to somehow reconstruct my life and went out, bit by bit, but sometimes, I would still hear their voices, telling me how selfish I was or that I did something that made everyone hate me.'' She took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. ''I knew I needed to move on, and I figured I would be better off without any friends than having even one toxic friend.''

''You sure felt incredibly lonely,'' Springtrap muttered, with Sam nodding. He sighed. ''Sam, I don't think you're better off with me as your friend.'' He noticed her questioning look. ''You know what I did to my only friend, to Henry.''

''Yeah,'' Sam said in a quiet tone. ''That went far beyond petty pranks.''

''You know, lately I have been wondering what Henry might think about this whole thing,'' Springtrap said.

''I think he'd probably try to incinerate you again,'' Sam said. Springtrap lowered his head, chuckling softly, and looked at Sam with a smug expression.

''True,'' he said, his eyes glowing purple. ''Still, I have returned, despite all of Henry's efforts.''

He saw Sam's unnerved look as she stared back at him. She looked a little pale and was still shaking. Springtrap realized that he messed up and, instead of comforting her, made her even more upset. This was not what he had in mind.

''It doesn't matter,'' he said hastily, trying to calm her down. Sam shook her head.

''It seems like it does,'' she said, narrowing her eyes. ''Remember what I said? Whenever your eyes start glowing, it means that you're excited or aggressive. In other words, you become a danger to other people.''

''Sam, I-'' Springtrap cut himself off, realizing that Sam would only get upset if he made up an excuse in order to calm her down. After all, she only trusted him because he was completely honest with her. He sighed. ''Sam, I know I said that I'm a dangerous person, but I mean no harm to you. However, I cannot say the same for anyone else.'' He clenched his fists, the purple glow in his eyes intensifying. ''This is something that won't change.'' He then glanced Sam. ''It still surprises me that out of all people, I am the one you have chosen to trust. Were you really that desperate to have someone to talk to?''

''Yeah, kind of,'' Sam admitted. ''I'm a mess.''

''I think that we're both a mess,'' Springtrap said, with Sam smiling a little, her pale cheeks regaining some colour.

''Isolation really screws with your head, doesn't it?'' Sam said, with Springtrap nodding. ''So, what was that about a possible Night 6?''

''It depends on whether you already know what you would like to do,'' Springtrap replied.

''To be honest, I don't,'' Sam said.

''May I suggest something?'' Springtrap asked, with Sam nodding. ''I think we should go to Ricky's tomorrow. After all, this is where the mystery had started. Maybe we could find out more.''

''Okay,'' Sam said, yawning. ''Sounds like a plan.''

Springtrap then stood up, walking over to the door and glancing back at Sam, who had lied down on her bed. He turned the lights off.

''Good night,'' he said, only to hear a barely audible ''Night'' from her. He then exited the room, closing the door. Leaning back against the door, he closed his eyes, as if trying to calm himself down.

Once he opened them again, they flared purple.

xXx

Scrapes were heard, sounding as if a caged animal was trying to break free. It begged him for attention, for the release from its miserable prison. The endoskeleton twitched again and again whenever he would come closer to it. He frowned, staring at it with a look of dissatisfaction.

He then walked over to the table, taking something long and metallic – a crowbar. He weighted it in his hands, taking a swing in order to test it. The endoskeleton started to only twitch more. He then turned to the pitiful mess of metal and wires.

''Shhhhh…'' he hissed. His tone of voice wasn't comforting anymore, as he felt that the twitching of the scared robot was making him only more frustrated. It was already annoying making it work again, but he felt now that he had no use for it.

''You aren't good enough,'' he whispered and swung at the endoskeleton, tearing its head off cleanly. A clanking sound echoed through the room as the head fell down, the glow in its eyes fading. ''You're a failure.''

xXx

My eyes are still glowing purple.

Springtrap was lying on the couch in the guest room, looking at his reflection in the window. He wasn't really unsettled by having his eyes suddenly turn purple, and he had figured that it would fade away eventually and return to the normal silver and green. He lied down, looking past his reflection and at the starry sky.

It had been a long day for both him and Sam. He still had a little trouble believing that Sam wanted him to stay here, but he was glad about that decision. He wasn't really sure whether he could even call this place his new home, but he could get used to that idea.

However, what he was actually looking forward to was the feeling of satisfaction whenever he saw Sam smile. Having spent what seemed to be an eternity in isolation, he understood well how she felt. The feeling of loneliness could drive people crazy, making them desperate enough to do anything to just have some kind of company. While Sam seemed to be able to handle herself, being lonely sure did take a toll on her. Even though there were still things he wasn't sure about, keeping her happy and content was one thing he was certain he would do.

So, what do you say, Henry? What is your opinion on me trying to make someone happy for once?

It did frustrate him a little that he couldn't talk to his old friend. There were a lot of unsaid things he wanted to talk about, but he knew that there was nothing he could do now. Henry was gone, and so were Michael, Sammy and Elizabeth. All the people had a connection to had perished thanks to what he had done.

But, Sam won't. I won't let that happen to her.

He was aware that Henry probably wouldn't approve of their friendship and, frankly, he didn't care. However, he knew that his old partner certainly would not approve of what he was up to now, especially since it also involved Sam.

There is still something I need to finish.

xXx

Sam stretched her arms, holding her smartphone next to her ear and walking downstairs, towards the kitchen.

''Yeah, I'm fine,'' she said, yawning and listening to her mother. As she walked into the kitchen, she saw a fresh batch of pancakes, with Springtrap holding a frying pan. She gave him a questioning look.

''Well, you liked the pancakes I made for you, so I thought I could make them again,'' he replied, with Sam nodding, listened briefly to something her mother told her and then turning the loudspeaker on.

''Good morning, Springtrap!'' Emma greeted the animatronic in a chipper tone, with Springtrap feeling a knot somewhere in the stomach area. He knew that something was wrong, getting a confirmation a moment later. ''I hope you nor Sam are going to do anything stupid today.''

Springtrap felt unnerved by Emma's ability of figuring things out, even though she wasn't here at all. He remembered her warning from yesterday and shuddered, realizing that she wasn't joking.

''Are you some kind of psychic?'' he asked, trying to sound calm, but it was obvious that he was unnerved.

''Actually, I'm just a parent who has developed a sixth sense for figuring out whenever my kid is about to do something I wouldn't approve of,'' Emma replied. ''The fact that you're with her doesn't make me feel less worried.''

Springtrap rolled his eyes, feeling annoyed.

''Don't give me that look!'' Emma suddenly yelled, startling the animatronic, who stepped back, completely freaked out.

How does she know?!

''I think you achieved what you wanted, Mum,'' Sam said, looking a little baffled and having a feeling that her mother was grinning in satisfaction. ''So, when are you coming back?''

''I got a call and I will have to make a little detour,'' Emma said in a regretful tone. ''I'm coming back either tomorrow or the day after.''

''I see,'' Sam said, turning the loudspeaker off, mostly for Springtrap's sake, and quickly finishing the call. There was something amusing in seeing him giving her a look that was a mix of feeling annoyed and unsettled.

''Why is she even treating me like I'm some kind of bratty child?'' he said. ''I'm an adult, certainly a lot older than her, and went through things she couldn't even imagine!''

''True, but your past doesn't help your case,'' Sam replied. ''Also, Mum believes that people should earn her respect instead of demanding it. You should try working on that.''

Springtrap still felt irritated, but didn't say anything and focused on cleaning the dishes by putting them in the dishwasher, while Sam targeted her breakfast.

''Mum also said that you don't have to freak out so much in her presence,'' she added.

''Trust me, I don't want that either, but she's quite good at making me paranoid,'' Springtrap replied as he sat next to her.

''I guess that nothing can be done then,'' Sam said, then grinned. ''In any case, the pancakes you made are delicious.''

''I'm glad about that,'' Springtrap replied, putting his arms on the table, crossing them and leaning his head against them as he looked at Sam. ''Honestly, I'm just waiting for you to ask me something.''

''You still have your mind settled on an extra Night,'' Sam said, noticing his ears twitch and lower. ''If I have any questions, I'll ask you.''

''Okay,'' Springtrap said and sat up. ''Then, we are focusing on Ricky's today.''

"Say, Will," Sam said, taking a bite of her pancake. ''Have you suggested Ricky's because it might give us answers on what happened or because you want to go back to an establishment that is similar to the one you used to work?''

Springtrap kept quiet, looking a little unsure about what to say. Sure, his primary reason to go there was their investigation, but he couldn't deny that he missed the atmosphere at Freddy's. It had been a huge part of his life, after all.

''So, let me get this straight. Aside from being a father, a co-founder of a franchise, an engineer, a manager, a CEO of a company, a night guard and a murderer, you're also a performer at heart,'' Sam said.

''You forgot that I'm also an animatronic,'' Springtrap said. ''Besides, I have already told you that something inside me would change whenever I put the mask on. I always considered myself as the character I performed as, with no one being able to replace me.''

''Considering how you're stuck in this suit, there is indeed no way that someone could replace you now,'' Sam said. Springtrap grinned.

''You have a point there,'' he said as she stood up, having finished with her breakfast and placing the dishes into the dishwasher. He then followed her into the living room. ''We still have a lot of time left before we go, so, is there anything you want to do? Do you want to play a game or something like that?''

''Actually, there is something that I've been thinking about,'' Sam said, turning to him. ''About what I said yesterday, it's…'' She sighed. ''It doesn't matter. I'm over it.''

''Are you trying to downplay your situation?'' Springtrap asked, crossing his arms. Sam sat on the couch, leaning back.

''I just wanted to say that my problems aren't as bad as yours, and that I feel that I was just overreacting,'' Sam said, looking up when Springtrap leaned against the couch, giving her a look of concern.

''Sam, you weren't overreacting and I don't think that your problems were less bad than mine,'' he told her. ''What happened affected you more than you think. Therefore, if you want to talk about it, I'm here for you.''

''I'm sorry for pushing you away,'' Sam said in a quiet tone.

''It's fine,'' Springtrap replied. ''You felt vulnerable and uncomfortable at that moment and you just wanted your own space. I understand that. Although, I am curious whether Emma knew about this?''

''I didn't tell her anything, but she had probably figured it out once I started to lock myself up in my room,'' Sam said. ''She didn't say anything, though. I guess she wanted to let me handle it by myself and assumed I would ask her for help if I had trouble dealing with it. She did tell me several times that I should go out and make some new friends.''

''I sincerely doubt she a haunted robot in mind,'' Springtrap said, with Sam chuckling.

''It's still better than nothing,'' she said, with Springtrap stepping back, grinning as he crossed his arms on his back. There was a faint glow of purple in his eyes.

''I am certainly a better option than your former friends,'' he said in an assuring tone. ''Don't worry.''

''There is something I want to ask you, though,'' Sam said. Springtrap's ears lowered, although he had already expected that.

''Okay, what is it?''

''I'm curious about how you feel about being an animatronic,'' Sam said, with Springtrap tilting his head.

''Hadn't we already covered that?'' he asked.

''We kinda did, but I'm curious about your experience before and after becoming the character you used to perform as,'' Sam replied. ''You said that you already liked the idea of being Spring Bonnie aka Springtrap.''

''True, but to be honest, I haven't really thought about it. I just accepted my new existence,'' Springtrap said, rubbing his wrists absentmindedly. After being trapped inside the suit, all he could remember was the agony he felt as he experienced a slow death. After his soul was attached to the suit, there had been a surge of satisfaction once he realized what he had achieved. However, he hadn't really payed much thought to the whole situation and focused on how to take advantage of his new existence. ''It did feel a little strange, though. While I was still alive and would wear the springlock suit while performing, I had to be careful to not trigger the spring locks.''

''After all, there had been a few times when you had seen the aftermath of that,'' Sam said. Springtrap nodded, the purple glow in his eyes becoming stronger.

''Despite the danger, I knew how to handle the suit, different than the other employees,'' he added. ''They were always careful with it, while I managed to move around more easily. It certainly did baffle some of them when they realized that. However, they didn't dare to move around more than necessary.''

''Considering how you and Henry built it, you obviously knew how to wear it without triggering the spring locks and getting crushed by them. Everyone else had Phone Guy's instruction tapes,'' Sam said, watching as Springtrap suddenly took a step forward and bowed gracefully.

''Nevertheless, death has its advantages,'' he said, giving her a smug grin. ''There are no restrictions and there is nothing I have to fear. Despite having my soul trapped inside the suit, I had gained more freedom than I ever had.''

''Unlike your victims,'' Sam said, watching as he went quiet, the smug expression vanishing. His eyes were still glowing purple.

''They have achieved their freedom,'' he said. ''They're gone.''

''That may be true, but what I'm curious about is how much control their souls had over the animatronic AI,'' Sam said. ''You said that you had to overpower the Spring Bonnie AI to take control over the suit, so I'm wondering who really was in control of Freddy and his friends, or who exactly controlled Circus Baby.''

Springtrap gave her a curious look, quite interested into the direction this conversation was going.

''What do you think?'' he asked, crossing his arms.

''I believe that the struggle is harder the more advanced the animatronic AI is,'' she said. ''Freddy and his friends were following their programming, with some direction of the children's souls, although the souls weren't able to take control of the animatronics. Had the souls been completely in control or taken over the AI, I believe that they would've been able to enter the hidden safe room instead of experiencing an error.''

''There's also the fact that you're talking about children's souls. They never knew what they were really doing, didn't they? My situation was completely different. Not only did I know what I was doing, but, as an adult, I could handle the situation in a more efficient way,'' he said, his gaze softening. ''Concerning Elizabeth and Circus Baby, it seems that the soul and AI have merged. When I met her as Scrap Baby, Elizabeth was following the AI's programming, which was to kill.'' He frowned, closing his eyes in frustration. ''Yet, I didn't care. Thinking about it, I never understood how souls really work and I only knew that they could stay attached to metal.'' He opened his eyes, which flared purple as he looked at Sam. ''I did understand how fragile life was and I had searched for a method to make my stay, and everyone else's, here more permanent. Once it worked out, all I had to do was to give into my bloodlust.''

''If it were possible and you had the choice, would you want to become human again, rather than an animatronic?'' Sam asked. Springtrap noted the sincere and innocent tone in her voice, feeling that she was honestly curious about his choices and decisions. He felt that it was quite interesting that she managed to bring up things he never really thought about or payed much attention to, as he believed that it wouldn't serve him any purpose.

''I have already told you that I'm fine the way I'm not,'' he said.

''Okay, but what if that weren't the case?'' Sam persisted. ''If you were still alive, would you try to figure out how to bind your soul to the animatronic you grew attached to?''

Springtrap remained silent for a while, with Sam wondering whether he really had second thoughts about his decision. He then shook his head.

''I think I still would try to do that,'' he said. ''While I may be saying this because my soul is already attached to an animatronic, I still believe that, if I were alive, I would still do the same.''

''But whether you would or wouldn't go murder people to achieve that goal or satisfy your bloodlust remains uncertain,'' Sam said, with Springtrap nodding.

''To be honest, sometimes I feel as if all what happened before getting trapped inside this suit was just a dream,'' he said. ''The hallucinations don't help it either. Sometimes, they are memories of my former life, but sometimes, I have no idea what I'm experiencing. It's not a memory or a delusion, but something completely different.''

''Maybe you have trouble with your memory,'' Sam suggested.

''I think I know how to tell the difference between a memory and whatever I'm experiencing, and I'm fairly certain that there is something else going on in my head,'' Springtrap said.

''Do you think that it's the Spring Bonnie AI trying to tell you something?'' Sam asked.

''I doubt that. I haven't sensed the AI acting up at all,'' Springtrap replied. ''It seems like it's just me inside this suit.''

''I wish I could somehow help you with that,'' Sam said.

''You're already doing a lot for me, more than I had anticipated,'' Springtrap replied, sitting next to her.

''Yeah, it is a little strange that I'm still here and talking to you,'' Sam said.

''You mean the fact that you're talking to a dangerous murderer and still alive despite that,'' Springtrap said, his eyes glowing purple. He looked worried.

''Kinda,'' Sam said, with Springtrap feeling that there was more to it. ''I am not really afraid of you, but I do feel sometimes a little unnerved by your presence.''

Springtrap lowered his head. He had already expected her to tell him that and he felt bad about it. He wanted to make her feel comfortable, but it was obvious that that would be hard, if not impossible, to achieve.

''I'm sorry about that,'' he muttered.

''Remember what happened when we first met?'' Sam said in a dark tone. ''You basically dragged me into an empty building and threatened me, and the first thing you told me was: 'Do you really think I would let you go so easily? Don't struggle, it'll be over soon.'. I was completely freaked out and afraid for my life. It was as if I was stuck in a nightmare.''

Springtrap stared at her, a little shocked. He was aware that what happened that evening was probably burned into her memory, but he didn't really expect her to quote his exact words back at him. He lowered his head, his eyes glowing in a soft purple. It feels like ages had passed since then-

''I did see you as my next victim,'' he said, clenching his fists. ''I am not making an excuse for what I did, but at that time, I figured that I should just continue with what I had started.''

He suddenly went silent. I was allowed to return and finish what I had started. But, what I did…

''William?'' He opened his eyes, seeing Sam's worried expression. It wasn't the worry and fear he had seen in his victims, but something different. Unlike the children, he wasn't a stranger to her.

''Sam, I'm sorry that I hurt you,'' he said in a comforting tone. ''I don't want to see you being hurt again.''

His eyes were glowing purple and he was aware that he wouldn't achieve much with just apologizing to her, even if he was sincere about everything he said. Not to mention, there is still what I had planned for her. For both of us. His eyes flared purple. Something I had started and now I need to finish.

''William, what's going on?'' Sam asked. Springtrap frowned.

''Sam, I am not trying to atone for what I did, but there is something I need to do,'' he said.

''Does it involve murder?'' Sam asked in a quiet tone, with Springtrap staring at her, a dark, determined look on his expression.

''They have already happened,'' he said.

xXx

It was another busy day, with children and adults trying to enjoy the time they spent at this place. He was moving around the place, weaving through the groups of people, easily avoiding bumping into any of them, despite the fact that he wore a mascot suit. He was already used to it, capable of finding his way through the crowd.

He would occasionally stop, greet parents and their children, sing and dance with them or merely direct them towards the arcades, the animatronics or the counter where they could order something to eat or drink. It was a job he enjoyed, being able to act the way he never would when the mask was off. He was a different person, able to share his feelings with others, but at the same time hiding his true intentions. Once again, he was walking on a thin line, this one being between reality and imagination.

Still, something was missing.

As he walked around, checking on everything, he saw someone familiar looking at the animatronics that were performing on the stage, a teen with brown hair. She seemed to be quite curious about the robots.

She looks lovely today.

He approached her, amused that she didn't even notice him.

''Hello there,'' he said. ''I see you have taken interest in my friends.''

The girl suddenly turned around, surprised to see Ricky staring at her. Suddenly, they got approached by another girl, who took the teen's hand and the two quickly walked away, gossiping about something. The man inside the costume felt a deep sense of dissatisfaction, the feeling of anger rushing through his body.

This wasn't the girl I was searching for.

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About Joan (Clone High)

Can we talk about Joan for a moment? Because I've been seeing comments about her being "insufferable" from fans (a lot from TikTok), because of season 2. And it was mostly how "annoying" or "Weird" she became from the episode when she found how JFK and Harriet kiss. People said the writers are doing that to push Abe and her together. But! 🧐

I just want to point out that Joan isn't a bad character from this season. If we look at season 1, she was bullied, an outcast, and had no one to talk to. You can say Gahndi and Abe were her "best friends" but you see it time and time again how much they ignore her, or say dumb shit to her. Of course, Abe with his obsession at the time was Cleo. Basically, Joan had no one (besides her foster grandpa). She had no girl friends to share deep emotions or have fun.

So when season 2 came, I love how they did the whole switch of an average chill girl is the popular girl, things are nicer and they care more on social problems. Which Joan had always advocated from season 1, she like to talk about serious matters (like every goth character on a cartoon show).

Anyway this part I thought we should understand that Joan should have the right to be a goofy teenager. She never had the chance in Season 1. She finally had two female friends that trusted her and cares for her. Which to her it's all new. New emotions, putting trust on other teenage girls (when she was bullied from them too), and to get that closure. It's all new and it's fair for her to be overbearing, to do too much because she never had that.

That episode when Harriet was making her play, Joan kept going at her about these changes. Joan didn't know when to stop, because she thought if she keeps giving Harriet ideas, she'll be a good friend, and that's all Joan every wants. She wants to be a good girl friend.

I believe the reason for her to be so forgiven with JFK and Harriet is because she doesn't want to lose them. JFK being her first boyfriend, who actuals wants her (unlike Abe in season 1). We see JFK really loving her (even tho he did kiss Harriet, it's a bit rocky subject), but he does love her and always want her to be happy. (Its my fav ship too 😭)

Let's point out the fact is Joan is a teenager, teenagers go through emotions fast, being unsure and wants to be liked. It's normal and everyone has done it. I feel like she was the most real one to be so forgiving of JFK and Harriet. And we see how she was upset with Abe, she put too much trust on him and got upset when he wasn't honest with her. Teenage emotions, nothing wrong from it.

As we go to the last episode, I felt like Joan had the right to feel upset when Frida let go of her hand to save Cleo. (Love CleoxFrida btw 😌 such a cute pair) I thought Joan had the right to be upset because she was so happy to be part of all girl group, the four amigas! She never felt so happy to be part of something so special, and probably never thought she would. I think it's fine for her to felt betray because we see this time and time again, she's alway pushed aside and never been a thought.

Now, we can talk about how she has her yelling at Frida for choosing Cleo. But we saw how Frida and Harriet were upset, practically in tears. Even Frida questioned her decision. Joan didn't believe it because Cleo was the first choice. Cleo had always been the first choice, so for Joan it felt like nothing has change, this is probably going through her mind. However Frida did point out it wasn't an easy choice and she asked, "What if it was your close friend and the love of your life?" Because Joan might've done the same thing (we don't know for sure).

We can talk about the end where she became the Lone Wolf, but that's teenage anger. She felt upset, betrayed, scared to be on her own. Like every person we own up to that to be the badass. I'm not saying she had the right to do what she did but it's understandable. In the end she did save everyone too, and the sad part when all her friends found out she put them there- Karma. Yet it's sad to think the next season she'll be an outcast or hated when we saw she save her friends all the time and tries to fix her wrongs.

I just think Joan is a very interesting character from both season and had the most challenges. I don't think she was annoying, or out of wack. She's learning how to make friends, give love and try to fit in. I just hope next season she won't get too much hate.

[fasterthanmydemons]

Carter flopped down onto the couch and leaned back against the cushions with a small sigh - closing her eyes briefly as she finally began to relax. Although tired and looking forward to Clint and Laura returning, she... rather enjoyed spending the day babysitting their kids with Pietro. It was a nice change of pace from her R&D work for the Avengers since she stepped down, and doing something more normal had been surprisingly fun. Their kids were great, even if a bit of a handful at times, and seeing how excited Pietro had been when taking care of them was even better. He might've been a bit of a pushover with them - more willing to bend or break the rules than she was - but... it was clear he adored them, and seemed more like an uncle than just a friend of their father's. It was sweet, and... she'd be lying if it hadn't stirred an idea of domesticity in her mind that... she wasn't sure if she wanted to bring up to him.

Admittedly, the idea... scared her. And it scared her, because she realized it was something she wanted. She wanted that with Pietro. She wanted that domesticity that Clint and Laura managed to carve out for themselves, but...

As she heard Pietro approach, she opened her eyes again, and turned her head to look at him. Her gaze thoughtful, if a bit worried. Should she bring it up then? Should she wait? If she did, when would it be better to mention it? What if Pietro brought it up first? Could she talk about it then? She let out a slow breath, and silently counted to ten in her mind - doing her best to reign herself in before she could get lost in a swarm of thoughts. Just say something. It'll be better than you think.

"You- you were real-really good with th-them, y'know," Carter said finally - her voice gentle and quiet. Her gaze didn't waver from Pietro, and even despite the nervousness now bunching in her chest and making her heart skip a beat, her expression seemed to soften. Though... it was almost hard for her not to soften around him. Not when he had done so much to help her get to where she was. Not when she adored him as much as she did. "I- I have a feel-feeling you mi-might be the on-only one they'll want to- want to have baby-babysit them." A teasing note entered her tone, and a faint smile tugged at her lips - amusement dancing in her gaze. "Let's- let's hope Clint does-doesn't find out how- how much can-candy you let them- them have."

But... as soon as her amusement appeared, it faded, and once more, her expression grew more thoughtful. If a bit... worried. She fell silent, and tilted her head slightly - clearly wanting to say something else, but... hesitating to do so. Then, with another breath, she asked softly, "Do... do y-you want ki-kids? Some-some day, I- I mean."

Pietro had honestly been a little surprised when Clint asked him if he was up for babysitting his kids for a bit. Sure, they'd been on really good terms lately, but Pietro was certain Clint viewed him as being kind of an irresponsible scatterbrain. He wasn't about to argue, though, because he loved children, and Clint's kids were no trouble at all. They were all great kids, probably because they had great parents, he supposed, and he was happy to help. When he'd learned Carter had been asked too, that only sweetened he deal. It was like a date night, just PG-rated and with kids.

Having endless energy and the ability to turn into an actual child at will were two skills that made Pietro the perfect babysitter. He never tired of playing games or singing songs, and he always had the best ideas of how they could spend their time. Yes, there had been a little too much candy involved, but one night of unlimited sugar wouldn't do any harm. Pietro genuinely had fun playing with them all, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have his own kids someday. He wasn't sure if Carter wanted kids, though, and since things were going pretty well between them, he thought it best not to stir things up right now.

Once the kids finally settled down and were all tucked into bed, teeth brushed and pajamas on and all that, Pietro came back out to find Carter relaxing on the couch. "I think we nailed it," he said with a big grin, picking up some random toys and things the kids had left strewn about the house. When she complimented him, his grin turned a little shy. "Yeah? You think so? I love kids." At the mention of sugar, he shrugged. "Eh... you're only young once. Kids should be kids, and kids eat sugar." A little pause, and then, "Well, kids and overactive speedsters, of course."

"With any luck we'll be invited back to watch them again, yeah?" Pietro said rather excitedly. "Did you have fun?" he asked, sitting down next to her and putting an affectionate arm around her shoulders. He got the sense there was something she wanted to talk about, but he didn't push. He never pushed with anything with Carter. She was a private person, and that was fine with him. But then she asked him if he wanted kids and... he didn't know what to say.

Of course he did. That was the truthful answer. But should he say that? And then if she didn't want children, maybe he'd make her feel badly? Or worse, make her feel like they had to have children or he wouldn't be happy staying with her? Suddenly he had nervous butterflies in his stomach, but as he usually did, Piero decided to err on the side of being open and honest with Carter. "I do," he answered with a nod. "I would, if you did too. if not... is okay. Is not a deal-breaker. But if it is up to me, then yes, I would really like to have kids someday."

"What about you?" he asked then. "Did all the laughing and yelling and uninhibited sugar-eating put you off of having kids?" It was a little attempt at humor to lighten the mood in case she felt put on the spot by his question.

[himbosandhardwear]

This is a literal nightmare.

He can see her cheery orange sweater from the doorway, glowing under the sodium desk lamp. As if the library wasn't hateful enough, with it's enforced hush, they had to make everything hard to fucking see too. Ugh, great, she's got fucking note cards! Pink ones!

“Wheeler,” he growls at her, hoping to startle her with his slammed history book.

Unfortunately it doesn't work, only earns him a shush and a few annoyed glares from fellow patrons.

Wheeler looks up from under her lashes, quietly entertained if anything. “Munson. Glad you could finally make it.”

“Yeah well,” he straddles the wooden desk chair, “got caught up sacrificing virgins. You know how it is.”

She rests her pointed chin onto her hand. “So you trekked up to the middle school?”

Shit. Does she have a sense of humor?

“Yeah… Anyway, I'm here now. What torture have you got in store?” He eyes the note cards warily.

“Not these.” She swiftly wraps a rubber band around them and tucks them back into her bag. “I think I know what your issue is.”

“Childhood neglect?”

She gifts him with a snort. “Maybe. I was referring to your complete lack of interest in US History.”

“You can't make me care about it, Wheeler, that's not how this works.”

Her eyes do something that feels patronizing but also like maybe she knows something he doesn't.

It becomes apparent, hours later, that he shouldn't have thrown that gauntlet. Nancy Wheeler is a certified genius. No wonder St- Mmm, no.

“I can't believe you did it,” he admits after successfully passing her pop quiz. “How did you… I mean, I literally just learned all that against my will.”

“Easy. You like Tolkien, right?”

That takes him aback. He stares back at her for a second. “...yeah?”

“So you can absorb details when it's something you're interested in. All I had to do was make it interesting.”

Wow. Yeah, that actually makes sense now that he thinks about it. All she did was humanize the people involved, make them real. He couldn't care less about memorizing the dates of the battles but knowing forty-five hundred men died from Cholera that winter, seven hundred more from infection, it did something to Eddie's brain, forced it to latch on.

“Huh. What are you doing tutoring an idiot like me? You should be getting tenured at Yale or whatever.”

She does something no girl has done to Eddie since the fifth grade, she reaches out and holds his hand. He's too confused to pull away.

“You're not stupid. You're not even apathetic, not really. It's just that no one has ever bothered to teach you in a way that speaks to you. I want you to know that.”

He blinks at her. “Okay. Um. Kinda hard to keep hating you if you're gonna say shit like that.” He tries to laugh it off but she just keeps staring up at him with those big, blue eyes.

“You don't have to hate me, Eddie.”

What the fuck? Why is there a sudden undertone here?

“Sure thing, Wheeler. We should-” He doesn't have much to gather but he uses the little bit he did bring to avoid eye contact. She's gathering her things a lot slower and for some reason Eddie can't make himself leave her here. Fucking stupid white knight syndrome. “Hey, uh, how'd you know I like Tolkien?”

She doesn't look up from wedging a folder into her bag as she says, “Steve told me.”

Eddie’s nervous system goes ice fishing.

When he doesn't, can't, respond, she looks up, sees him staring, wide eyed and shaking. Instead of doing anything to calm him, she makes it worse by saying, “He talks about you more than he realizes. I might've actually been scared of you if I didn't know you have a favorite Christmas movie and that you stress bake.”

This is…cruel? He's not sure what her motive is. Shove their happy relationship in his face? She shouldn't want to do that, because she shouldn't know that Steve and Eddie were…anything. There's no way Steve told her that. The fact that he can feel that his face has gone white and he hasn't responded yet probably isn't doing him any favors.

“I can see there's some confusion happening.” Eddie nods, slowly, certain only that, if anything, he's confused. “Okay,” she drawls. “I feel like you're a cool person to talk to, that I can trust you. You're…safe?”

“Sure?” He has no idea where this is going.

“Right. You know my friend Barb,” she waits for his nod before explaining, “well we've been friends forever. Like, kindergarten forever. And one day, almost out of the blue, we get the idea to try out for Color Guard.” Yeah right. Wheeler and Holland are the last two girls Eddie can picture joining any kind of team sport activity, but he keeps following her story anyway. “We're practicing, right, and we've got our…flags…and we see each other's...flags...and we realize, we don't like…sports. So we quit and decided to do our own thing. Yeah?”

Holy shit. No way. There's no fucking way. Except Wheeler is nodding along with Eddie's shock, as if to say, ‘Yeah, you're getting it.’

He laughs, quiet so as not to alert anyone. The library is nearly empty but they're not the last ones left.

Eddie has to rub his eyes to stave off an impending headache but all in all this session has been quite eye-opening.

“That was pretty slick, I have to admit.”

She shoots him a wicked grin. “It usually is.”

“Ah gross! Don't make it weird.”

Now they're both laughing. Christ.

“I am cool. For the record. Scouts honor.” He holds up the devil horns just to make her laugh again, which she does.

“I know you're cool, Eddie. Inside scoop, remember?”

So much for their budding friendship. The reminder that Steve has said anything about their shared…whatever that was…puts him right back in the frozen pond.

“Steve and I weren't-” He lowers his voice. “That wasn't anything. I don't know what he told you but-”

“He misses you.”

Eddie's frozen guts shatter. Nancy doesn't even have the decency to let him scoop them up before she goes in for the kill.

“He'd be livid if he knew I told you that but it's true. He hates the way he ended it. Thinks you hate him for it, could never forgive him. But you wanted to hate me. Didn't you? Those aren't the feelings of a man indifferent to Steve's life.”

He trembles like an animal caught in a snare. “Why are you telling me this?”

A bittersweet look crosses her face, she looks over at the people sitting four desks over. “I know why he ended it. And…it's not like his reasons have suddenly disappeared. We both know things are precarious for us,” she meets his eye again to make sure he understands, of course he does, “but he's different now. Changed. A good friend. A person who deserves second chances. Deserves to be happy. He said you made him really happy.”

A traitorous tear slips down his cheek. He brushes it away, angry and embarrassed.

This was really fun, Eds, but I can't risk it anymore.

The worst part was, he couldn't argue the first bit. They did have a lot of fun.

God, he misses Steve too.

“If you've moved on, that's okay, I get it. No harm done, like I said, he doesn't even know we had this conversation. But, if you were wondering if he still thinks about you, the answer is yes.”

He nods. That's all he can do at the moment. She cups a tiny hand around his clenched fist and squeezes.

“Oh! Also, I'm thinking of starting an unofficial after school club. You too cool to hang out with me outside of school?”

Whiplash would feel like a pleasant massage compared to this woman, lord have mercy.

“What kinda club?” He asks gamely.

“Friends of Dorothy. You don't think it's just us waving flags, do you?”

Eddie's attention is caught mid-rant by the abhorrent sounds of Carol and Tommy H.

"Oh, Steve! Steve, oh, God, Steve-"

Eddie turns in time to see a pretty blush fill Steve's cheeks. Ah, he must have finally slept with the Wheeler chick. She's seated next to him, looking less than pleased about Steve's friends.

From what Eddie can remember, that's actually the opposite of what sleeping with Steve is really like. He's the noisy one, the one who moans and whines and whimpers when he's feeling so good.

"Fuck, Eddie, you feel so perfect-"

"Yeah, right there, Eds-"

"Keep going, I'm gonna, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie-"

"Eddie!"

"Yeah!" He turns away from King Steve and back to the rest of the Hellfire club.

"You were saying, about that cantrip?"

"Right," he says, shaking off old memories. Now isn't really the time to be revisiting them, anyway.

[thegirlwithstories-00]

Hi!!! I finally finished the second part of the story and I'm really happy. It starts to get contoured even more and t be honest it's longer than I expected it to be... If you enjoy the story you can find me on Reddit and Wattpad with the same name...I think....On Wattpad I went a little further with the story because I wanted to arrange it by chapters so if you want to read it in advance Wattpad would be just the right place to do so.

---Part 2---

*We rushed as much as we could towards the place we left Marissa, my father was way further from us since I had to wait for my grandfather. While raining I couldn't help myself but think about multiple ways we ould've avoided this and what might've happened to her. We haven't heard anything from her like a scream r any sound since the moment we left her so she might've been fine, maybe I was just exaggerating....Maybe it was all my imagination and she's actually just waiting for us probably scared or angry that we left her and nothing bad happened to her like being kidnapped, killed or...possessed by some sort of unknown entity my mind would make up when I was small and afraid even of my own shadow.....

*With all these thoughts in my mind and all the scenarios going through my mind the way that only took a few minutes to get through now felt like it have been hours untill we finally got to the place we recklessly abandoned Marissa. My father was sweating a cascade while looking around with his guard up and probably angry but not at her, but himself that he left her alone In suh dangerous situation. My own sweat was cold and I stopped a little to catch my breath taking advantage of my father that kept his guard up untill now ready for a fight any moment and my grandfather that had a loaded gun and years of experience on his back. I would've counted on them for anything. They are really calculated and smarter than other people I met. No wonder my mom fell in love with my father.

*my vision was blurred but after I catched my breath I started calling her name alongside my father and grandfather which wasn't probably the best idea since we could attract a lot of attention. As I was circling around the place I saw a figure somewhere behind a tree. "She must be scared" I thought with my innocent mind that was ready to save anybody at that age.

---I saw her!!! She 's behind that tree!! *I shouted s I sprinted one again through the trees and branches towards the place Marissa was standing curled up into a ball.

---She must be scared...*I said to my father that just arrived and was standing behind me panting heavily while I was checking her up for any injuries and ready to comfort and reassure her if needed....To be honest...At that moment I was the one that needed comfort and reassurance after that run and worry. I was exausthed but happy that she was alright........

*I and my father looked at her for any injuries as my grandfather finally came as well after he made sure the area was safe and no danger was lurking around ready to catch us. I looked at her expression she was pale and her expression seemed nothing like fear or anger or........anything at all....I should've taken the hints...it was clear that something was wrong....But I was too dumb...too innocent....But it's not like I could've done anything by now...the mistake was already done....

---Hey...Marissa....Are you okay? *I asked woriedly as I tried to put her on her own two legs an even tho she was shaking a little she was just fine.

---Yes I'm fine...*She says clearly disoriented. My father looked at me and at marissa and his expression was filled with a sense of suspicion and maybe doubt....But he didn't say or do anything about it.

---Hey...let's head back to our camp...The others are waiting...*My dad said still worried as he kept his guard up. My grandfather was still precautios as he waited patiently for us. I could feel my father's gaze upon us as I was helping Marissa walk, the kind of gaze that shows concern and maybe a bit of....despise....I could't quite put it what it was...but I didn't matter, what mattered for me at that time was to get back into the camp with the others.

---Author's note---

I wanna apologize again for any misspelling and I really hope you like this story.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Ayy she's good :D

Wow that's a lot o.o

Better be careful with that too, yk take it easy and stuff xd

We're gonna pan to Charlie being upset aren't we xd

Yup 😬 :((

Honeyy:(

I'm sorry but it sucks

Hey guys xd

I mean you don't have to hide it from her

Okay yeah she was xd

Aww it's nice she cares :'))

Noo nah honey don't do that-

Yeah :')

It'll still be a little weird for her lol but she wants you to be happy <33

Oop what's she gonna ask about-

Ahh that

Aww honey :'((

I mean true xD but also how could she have known lol

Ahh but yeah lol just ask what's going on

Awww honey :'((

Yeah :')) she just didn't know <33

Awww honey DD': :'((

That sucks Lim :((

I mean I know you're happy with what you've done with your life but still :'(( sucks it might've come partially from that <3

OOPE O.O I was wondering if that's actually what it was 😬😬

Ahh yeegh her mom's not dumb xdd though why were you in the closet girl lol

AWWW Lim 😭😭😭💔❤️

Oh right lol I knew about that o.o

Awww honey :'(((

That sucks honey I'm sorry DD:

Yeah :'(( <3

Aww yeah I'm glad you're okay with that Lim :')) doesn't mean you can't date if you don't want to though

Aww yeah 😭😭😭💔❤️❤️

NAURRR this is destroying me 😭😭❤️🥺🥺

AWW honeyyy :')) ❤️❤️❤️

Yeah she's there for you <33

Aww honey :'))

Oof :(

Shaun I really do think you could figure it out

Okay that's a little far xd

Wait she decided to leave as well didn't she o.o

OOPE yep 😬

Ahh nah complaint o.o

Okay I hope it wasn't about the most recent thing because that was kinda justified, but his behavior overalll? Maybe 😬

Awww that sucks 😭💔🥺

Shaun's face :(((

OOP going to Shul Asher?

Ahh giving him a ride :))

Aww yeah :(

Maybe he'll also go to something though?

Aww yeah enjoyed the conversation :))

A what

Genuinely what did he say lol

OOP

AAAHHHHHH :DDD :)))

AWWWW

AWW he's telling him too :'DD

Awwww 🥰🥰🥰

"And if he doesn't, I will" AAAHHHHHHH 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰

(bro I'm scared. I am absolutely terrified. I'm already- yk what I won't say it but. Scared y'all. Scared)

Losing my mind <333

Aww yeah mazel tov Asher 🥰🥰

Aww :')) I hope you can reconnect with that part of yourself Asher <32 if you want tk

When I tell you I'm so scared

I mean it

UH OH

W A I T

No

nO

I S W E A R

If they do

What I think

They might so

I will lose

my

mind

NOOO

ASHERR

LET HIM DIEEEE

SORRY SIR BUT ASHER

Uh oh o.o

Okay phew it's vandalism

I mean it's still awful but xd

Uhhh ohhhh

UH OH

I'm scared

I'm so scared

Also this just really freaking sucks in the first place :(( >:(( besides all my fear this is just awful

Tell them Asher >:( :'D

But also

I'm scared

Is he gonna stand with him in that regard or no

I feel like it's powerful either way tbh but I think for Asher he needs to say it

Yeah :')

OKAY NO NEED TO ANTAGONIZE O.O

ONE TYPE OF BIGOT IS ENOUGH AND MAYBE WE DON'T TELL THEM WE'RE CALLING THE COPS?

I'm so scared

It's full circle

I hate full circle

Don't do this to me

OKAY P H E W THEY'RE LEAVING 😭😭❤️❤️

Hallelujah

Still call xdd

Let's not hang up o.o xd

Like there was still a crime

DON'T TURN YOUR BACK

Terrified terrified terrified

ALSO CALL THE COPS

DO NOT

WALK BACK TO YOUR CAR

ALONE

I don't like this music

I'm about to cry

I think I know where this is going

YUP

AUUUAAAHHHHHHHH

Terrified terrified terrified

I'm sick to my stomach I'm about to start shaking

ASHERRR WALK FASTERRR

I know you notice him sir 😭

At least

If it haopens

There's epic music

HUAAAAHHH SECOND GUY

Y'all don't understand how much I'm pausing

I'm legitimately sick to my stomach oh my gosh

Please just leave it on a cliffhanger I'd refer that

HUAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ALSO IT'S NOT FUNNY BUT I PAUSED AT THE WEIRDEST FREEZE FRAME

1 minute left

No

no

no

No

I DON'T LIKE THAT RINGING NOISE

Shakey breathing genuinely oh my gosh help

NOOO LEAVE IT AT THAAAT

Oh gosh

Oh no

They're not gonna- I mean they probably will but-

NOOOOOO THEY'RE SHOWING ME JEROME

He's gonna think Asher just didn't show up

I am so ill

Literally but not what I meant xd

NOOOOO

STOPPP IT LOOKS SO FANCY 😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

DON'TDOITDON'TDOITDON'TDOITDON'DOIT

HE'S GONNA SHOW ME IT ISN'T HE

I MEAN I KINDA WANNA SEE IT BUT ALSO

UAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IT ISSSSSSS

PROPOSAL CONFIRMEDDDDDDD

Normally I would be so happy but

No

Nope xd

It's such a pretty ring 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔❤️🥺

I'm sick to my stomach my gosh

The bandaid 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔❤️

He's gonna save that band-aid forever :')))

I am. So not okay

SIRRRRR

I PROMISE HE WANTED TO SHOW UP

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

EYES OPEN MOUTH BLEEDING EYES OPEN MOUTH BLEEDING EYES OPEN MOUTH BLEEDING

THE SIRENNNNNNSSSSSSSSS HE HAS NO IDEA

I'm about to start sobbing and I mean that so seriously

Tears are IN MY EYES AND I'M ONLY NOT CRYING BECAUSE I PAUSED

NOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭💔❤️❤️

He found him didn't he 😭😭

He did 😭😭😭😭

HE'S WHISPERING A PRAYER ISN'T HE OR FINAL RITES

NOOOOOOOOO

Sobbing

Legitimately full on sobbing

I can see tears falling

And they're just gonna make me sit with that

I'm in shock

I'm trying to be quiet because it's nearly midnight

My family is asleep

I

I can't

I'm done with this show

I'm not but. Wow

How could they do that to me

I'm gonna watch the promo and they're gonna say he's dead aren't they

Great wrote dead and the sobs are coming back xd

They're gonna confirm it

I can't take that

I'm glad we're gonna get people focusing on him but 😭. NOT BECAUSE HE FREAKING DIED

Was close to saying the f word there xd

Yk the tears are not helping my chapped lips xd

I

Sorry (no I'm not actually)

I'm hanging around on this already super long post after the episode ended

Just sitting here in silence

I can't

I'm so sorry

Idk about what xd

For him I guess

I

I'm so sorry honey :'((

And for Jerome too

I

am not okay

Gonna go watch the preview and cry my eyes out

[hannah-heartstrings]

Not the previous asker, but you said you had a funny story about the Elven Maiden quest. Clearly I have to ask about it, because that sounds interesting!

Thanks for the ask! I might've taken forever to post this if you hadn't. XD (I still took a while but hey.)

Kind of a long post ahead. Hopefully this story's as funny as I think it is:

Dungeons in Oblivion freak me out, I tend to avoid them, ghosts and zombies especially freak me out, I completely avoid them. I thought I was going to be brave once and do a quest where you fight ghosts in a ship, actually I was planning on running past them and seeing how far I could get. I couldn't even be that brave I reloaded the second I heard ghostly noises and battle music.

So when a beggar told me that the undercroft was said to be haunted I wanted out.

I thought I was signing up to rob the count not fight ghosts! I didn't even have anything to fight ghosts with, unless I wanted to throw novice fireballs at it, and I didn't think that would cut it.

But I'm here, it's my next thieves quest, maybe I can run past them or try the fireball, I could at least try it.

I didn't. I went back to the Imperial City to do some other quests. But as I walked into the city a guard comes up to me goes "Do you know where Armand Christophe is hiding?" and walks off. He's in hiding? That must happen at some stage of the quest. I later find him and he says "I'm in hiding from the Imperial Watch." Except he isn't??? He's standing in the middle of the street with a torch out and there's two guards on screen.

Oh no the quest broke didn't it? Looking at the bugs on uesp this whole questline looked put together with cheap duct tape. I figured I needed to hurry up and finish the Elven Maiden quest to see but even then I kept putting it off, doing Imperial Corruption and going shoplifting for my new house. But I kept thinking that if it was broke I'm going to have to go back before I accepted the quest and do all of this all over again.

I really needed to move on with it but how do I fight the ghost? Mom looked up where to find enchanted or silver weapons, once she reaches the silver sword in Bruma castle I decide that's the one, it isn't too far and I can sell to Ongar while I'm there.

So I steal the sword, (which was laughably easy the warden's room doesn't even have a door, I hope he complained about that later) and make my way to Cheydinhal.

I'm still scared but I sneak into the undercroft, watch the guard for a minute, wait till she's walking away, make a dash towards the quest arrow and-

There's the bust? Just sitting there on the Countess's coffin? I thought the undercroft would be bigger? And have ghosts?? Or something???

I grab the bust, escape, then just kind of stand there confused. At this point I'm sure the quest must be broken so I check uesp, which I probably should've done before, and find out that the ghost only appears if you try to steal from the coffin, which I didn't even consider doing because I was trying to get out as fast as possible.

I run back to the Waterfront and guards are looking for Armand Christophe who's actually hiding now. The rest of the quest continues on as normal, it wasn't broken the dialogue just updates a step ahead for some reason.

So I turned a simple quest into a big to do because I apparently react like Scooby Doo when I hear the word haunted.

It was in character though. Basically Lecrinn's a coward to justify me being one. XD

[angeldcgs]

"it is kinda fucked up... we might've had a cure for cancer by now if college was free, who knows," he mused. maggie was always helping gael see things from a different perspective, opening his mind and helping him see that things didn't have to be the way they'd always been. it was such a struggle for gael to fit in that he found himself upholding the status quo even when it didn't suit him, never having believed that there was any alternative from the life he'd been assigned. to meet someone that not only rejected societal standards, but had actually left home and managed to find their own way to survive was revolutionary. maybe she wasn't living the dream, but at least she had the courage to try, which is more than he could say for himself. "oh, no... definitely not that. i can't stand all the blood and guts and stuff... too squeamish," he chuckled, though it wasn't just a natural aversion to gore. nowadays, he couldn't even stomach graphic horror movies, unable to stop himself from remembering the carnage he'd inadvertently caused in the past. being forced to revisit those moments in his nightmares were bad enough, he didn't need the visual reminder while he was conscious to further re-traumatize him. of course, maggie didn't have to know about what he'd done in the past, and if he had his way, she never would. the last thing he needed was to scare yet another friend away before they could ever think to become something more, but it terrified him to think that he might somehow slip up and reveal his true self to her. he only wanted her to see the best parts of him, and it just so happened that he didn't believe he had enough good part to display, so he'd remained slightly reserved. slowly but surely, he'd been opening himself up to her— probably not as much as she would've liked, but at least he was trying. he'd gotten a lot closer to her than he had with anyone else in the past several years, because the fear of her losing interest in him was greater than his fear of scaring her away. "but i'm not— i wouldn't do that... we're friends." his pathetic little crush aside, gael still believed she deserved the utmost respect. of course he couldn't help his mind from wandering whenever he did feel the need to take care of himself, but even if maggie did pop into his head— and she did, more often than not— he still tried his best to keep things tame. he was a simple guy with simple attractions, and he'd find anything she did arousing, truthfully. "no! i'm not... hiding anything..." nothing sexual, at least. the truth was much worse than anything she could be imagining. after taking a second to stabilize himself, gael once again rose back to his feet, slightly shaky as he skated over to where maggie sat, holding onto the railing to give himself a break from balancing. "you, on the other hand... i dunno. you're an enigma." his level of confidence was clearly nowhere near hers, but he was trying to fake it, knowing that she very easily could walk all over him if he let her. not that he'd mind that, just that he thought she'd want to be around someone with a bit more bite. "how about this— i'll tell you a secret if you tell me a secret."

"yeah, exactly! but like, how fucking dystopian is it that you have to pay to learn in the first place? that's psycho, no one should have the power to decide whether or not you get to pursue something." school hadn't been something that maggie had ever cared much about. she was smart enough to pull her way through without too much effort but she never graduated, choosing instead to run away from home and go live with her older sister, traversing halfway across the country and leaving behind all hope of a stereotypically successful life. "at least you didn't wanna be a surgeon or something..." she was still waiting for gael to gain the confidence to show her some of his art, though it would be sooner rather than later that the curiosity got the better of her and she would have to start pushing him. someone had to, he was clearly harbouring something under the surface that needed to be released and that was an artist's job, wasn't it? they needed to use their feelings or whatever to create something meaningful, maybe he'd feel a lot less tense if he could harbour all that anxious energy and put it into something. it can't have been easy, keeping himself tucked away like that, never letting someone see all of him. it sounded like a nightmare, she might not have known what it was he was keeping secret from her but she did know that it was a terrible life, having to hold anything in was bad for the soul and while he might have been a little pathetic, he was a good guy and deserved to feel relief. she made a feeble attempt at holding back her laughter as she watched gael collapse onto the rink floor after flailing his arms around to try and catch his balance. "relax, dude. i don't care either way." she kind of liked the idea, actually. if she told him that though, she worried he might crawl away and never return, too embarrassed to ever be able to look her in the eyes again, so she held her tongue, for once. "you do look pretty guilty though..." with her gaze pointed down at her nails as she spoke, maggie did her best to feign innocence when she did eventually look across to him again. "is that what you've been hiding from me? some humiliation kink? loads of people have one of those, gael. honestly, i don't even think it's considered that kinky anymore."

[miss-smutty]

Forbidden

Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

@skyfullofsong123 @swaggysposts

Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

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I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

[l-egionaire]

Owl House Fanfiction: I love The Found Family Trope!

Posted on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29417493

Eda had gotten used to a lot of different ways of waking up after her getting her curse.

The first few times it happened, she'd unfortunately routinely woken up to find herself naked. (Titan, was she grateful when she'd finally found a spell that made her clothes change with her and didn't have to keep dumpster diving or "borrowing" clothes)

Once that was taken care of, her post transformation wake ups were slightly more comfortable, if predictable. She'd come too laying on the ground, her body's usual aches, pains, and stiffness seemingly doubled to the point where she could barely move. If she was in someone's house she'd likely be surrounded by overturned furniture and fixtures all covered in claw and bite marks. If she was lucky any people that might've been there would've already run and hid. If she wasn't….well, she knew a good amount of healing magic and potions.  No matter how much damage she might have caused, most people wouldn't turn down having their injuries taken care of.

And after that, things changed. Even if the person she was living with didn't kick her out, she could still see how they acted differently. They avoided eye contact with her, didn't stay in the same room with her for longer than two seconds, and she couldn't help but notice how they always seemed to lock their doors at night, nevermind whether she'd taken her elixir or not. Needless to say, when that happened she was gone before a week even passed. Someone being afraid of her or thinking she was a freak she could handle. But she preferred that to them tiptoeing around it and pretending to be okay with her when they were secretly scared. 

Considering all of that, waking up safely in her nest with a bottle of elixir in her mouth was a new experience.

She wasn't that shocked once she'd gotten the whole story. She'd never explained what her elixir did to King, and Luz thinking it was some special magic boosting potion sounded just like her. But what really surprised her were their reactions. 

After making sure Hooty was put back up and okay, they'd come by to check on her. Luz, having worried she might not be feeling well, had brought her a bowl of some strange human concoction called "chicken soup" that she'd gotten from a can in her junk collection. ("It's no magic potion but my mom. always made me chicken soup when I wasn't feeling well.) She'd also gotten her a person sized pillow that had the image of some male human character with spiky hair on it and with a little work slid it beneath Eda in her nest. The thing may have looked weird but it was comfy as heck and felt great for her sore back. Meanwhile King, still looking regretful about snatching her elixir, had fixed her a mug of apple blood as a peace offering.

While the mixture of alcohol and salty human bird water helped soothe some of her pain, Eda couldn't help but notice her apprentice and her housemate still standing off to the side of her nest. Both of them simply stood and watched as she ate and drank, staying oddly silent and staring at her as if she might disappear mid slurp.

It was almost a little unnerving. She hadn't expected either of them to be this quiet after discovering her curse. She figured Luz would've had her usual million questions about anything magical while King would be demanding to know why she hadn't told him before now. 

Then again, it wouldn't surprise her if they were still too in shock. After all, while she had never been able to witness it herself, she knew her cursed form could be pretty terrifying to see. One person she'd lived with had been so freaked out by it, he hadn't been able to make any noise except terrified squeaks for 3 days.

Plus, the way they found out was pretty sudden. Sure, King shouldn't have stolen her elixir but it wasn't like he knew what it was for or why she took it. In fact, a part of her hoped he'd never find out.

But the cat was off the staff now. She knew that the two of them must still be curious, otherwise they wouldn't still be there. So it was time to witch up and deal with it.

Eda drank the last few dregs of soup from her bowl and drained the rest of her apple blood for a little courage before turning to King and Luz.

"Alright you two. I know you probably want to know more about all this. So, let's have it."

Luz and King took a moment to look at each other, almost seeming to have a full conversation in two seconds before turning back to her.

"No thanks." Luz said.

"Yeah, we're good." King agreed.

Eda blinked in confusion. "What? What do you mean?"

"We don't need to know anymore." Luz explained. "This whole curse thing seems kind of personal and besides you already told us all the important parts. So we don't need to know anything else."

Eda stared at her in stunned silence. She looked to King and was even more surprised to see him nod in agreement.

To say this was not what she'd been expecting would be an understatement.  Where was the yelling at her for putting them in danger? The demanding answers? The blaming her for not telling them about her curse before all this? Heck, the two of them didn't even look that upset. They just still had those weirdly concerned looks on their faces. Maybe they just worried she'd still be mad about them stealing her elixir and were too scared to bring it up.

But that brought another issue to mind. And while she might have become pretty fond of those two, she knew it would only be a matter of time until it came up.

Ignoring the tight feeling in her chest, Eda said slowly. "Listen…..if you guys want to find somewhere else to stay, I understand."

They both became bug eyed.

"What?!" Luz cried.

"What are you talking about?!" King asked.

Eda looked away from them, doing everything she could to keep the wetness in her eyes from turning into full blown tears.

Suck it up. She thought. It's not like you haven't done this before.

"Luz, you could probably see if one of those Hexside kids might be willing to let you stay with them, and King I-."

"You're kicking us out?!" Luz yelled.

"No!" King scrambled into the nest, got onto his knees  and clasped his paws together. "Please Eda, don't!  I'll never be able to find anyone else willing to  let me live with them without paying! If this is about stealing the elixir, I'm sorry! I swear I won't steal anything you don't tell me to!" 

Eda frowned in confusion and turned back to them. "What? No. I mean, yes King, if you steal from me again I'll turn you into a tiny fur rug, but I just meant….you guys really don't want to move out?"

They both looked shocked at her question. "No." "Why would we?"

"Why would- how about  because I could have killed you two last night?" She felt bile begin to build in her throat and not the magical kind. "I could have eaten one of you like I did the snaggleback!"

"Oh come on Eda, it wasn't that-."

"Luz." Eda said, her voice hard. She didn't have it in her right now to deal with Luz sunshine attitude.

Luz must have noticed because she sighed and said. "Okay, look Eda. I'm not going to lie and say that today wasn't terrifying or that I wasn't afraid but….Eda, once I realized that the monster that was chasing after us was you? All I could think about was how I could help or what I could do to get you back. I didn't want to lose you."

Eda stared at her apprentice in complete shock. In her past talks with her living mates after they discovered her curse, they always talked about them . Their safety, their terror at her transformation, their discomfort at having Eda stay around after what happened. But Luz was thinking about her and whether she was okay.

It felt….weird. But in a good way. Kind of like a lot of things Luz did come to think of it.

Eda looked down to where King was still sitting in her nest. "And what about you King? You aren't freaked out by my little secret?"

King shrugged. "Eh, at first it was horrifying but after thinking about, its actually pretty cool. You're a demon just like me! Which technically makes you one of my subjects!"

Eda rolled her eyes. Typical King.

"And, since you are one of my subjects…."

"King, I swear to Titan, if you-."

".....than, that also means you fall under my protection." King finished. He walked over to Eda, climbed into her lap where he curled up into a ball. "If anyone wants to hurt you, they'll first have to go through me!"

Eda couldn't hide the amazement on her face as she gazed down at King. Then she felt something softly touch her shoulder. She looked over and saw Luz had placed a hand on her and was giving her a loving look.

"We're not going anywhere Eda. Us weirdos have to stick together, remember?"

Eda couldn't believe what she was hearing. Even after they both spent the night being terrorized by her and knew about her curse, they still insisted on sticking around.

They weren't going to leave her.

Luz suddenly frowned and looked at her worriedly. "Hey, what's wrong?"

It took Eda a moment to realize that there was a tear streaming down her face. She quickly wiped it away.

"Uh, no Luz, I just, uh, really loved that soup you brought me. There any chance there's some more?"

"I'll go dig through trash for another can!" Luz excitedly sprinted out the door.

Eda looked down at King. "Would my so-called "King" be willing to fix his new subject another apple blood?"

King stood up from her lap and stretched. "I suppose its what any humble ruler would do for his wounded subject." King took her mug and scrambled out of her nest and out the door.

Eda sighed fondly and layed back on her spiky hair human pillow, taking in the sight of the many light orbs that now dotted her ceiling thanks to her apprentice.

We're not going anywhere Eda.

If anyone wants to hurt you, they'll first have to go through me

Eda chuckled. "Thanks you two

[neptunetheplanet7]

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Between band rehearsals and time at home, you were happier than you'd ever been. You and Mikasa were officially an item. Honestly, it was hard for you to believe.

Three full days and nothing had gone wrong. Maybe Hitch's threats were empty after all. Admittedly, you were a little worried she'd be right on your tail after you and Mikasa became official.

But there was no way she'd know, anyway. Only the rest of the band and your friend group knew about your new relationship.

Mikasa was never one to care about social media so the public not knowing for a little while wouldn't be a big deal.

You wanted the fans to be aware but you had to be sure you were clear of Hitch before you announced it. You wanted to be sure you'd completely shaken her off before taking to the socials.

Perhaps the scene at the restaurant really was her last stand. You hadn't heard from her since and you were too caught up in your own fear of her to reach out.

Her outburst was something you thought about in times when you weren't focused on your girlfriend.

You were actually a little worried about Hitch. What she said stunned you for sure but so many other things happened that night that you had barely even dwelled on it before you and Mikasa started dating.

It was easy to tell that every word she spoke came from a place rooted deeply within her. You never expected something like that from as calm a person as Hitch. Based on the way she escaped that night, neither did she.

After the kiss with Mikasa, you were too wrapped up in your own doubtful mind to even give Hitch a second thought.

Yet there you were, your thoughts consumed by her while you helped set up for Eren's party.

"Y/n!" Armin called from the floor. His voice was startling and you almost fell off the ladder he was holding.

"What, Armin?" You put a hand to your heart and steadied yourself by pressing your palm to the wall.

"Why are you taking ten years to tape streamers up? They don't even look good because you've got your head in the clouds! Just let me do it." They let out an annoyed huff and motioned for you to come down the ladder.

You obliged and held the ladder steady for Armin to climb up. They started fixing the streamers while mumbling an insult or two about how they were placed.

Eren was on the back porch attempting to put up string lights, which was usually Jean's job. Instead, he was on the phone with Niccolo, who so graciously offered to cater, at the kitchen counter. Mikasa was going around all the rooms and hiding expensive or prized possessions so nothing important got destroyed.

She then walked into the kitchen and sent you an affectionate smile while stacking away plates that used to belong to your grandparents.

You smiled back and took one hand off the ladder to grab hold of her arm before letting her walk to the fridge. Armin swatted your head. "Will you stop dilly-dallying? Hold the ladder steady!"

Jean made a silent gagging motion at you and Mikasa before turning back to the phone.

Although she was hiding her face in the fridge, you still noticed the hint of a smile on her face.

Armin smacked your head again. "I'm gonna get another head injury if you don't hold the ladder steady!"

"Christ, Armin. I got it, okay?" You gripped the ladder with both hands but fought the urge to tip it over. He really took decorating seriously.

Mikasa left the room after putting everything valuable into a closet and getting a drink.

Jean got off the phone after fifteen or so minutes and Eren came back inside to ask for help with the lights. Armin gladly halted his work with the streamers to go help him.

So you were back on decorating duty. You moved the ladder to another part of the kitchen to finish up with the streamers.

After everything was set up, the sun was beginning to set. It was around seven p.m.  People would be arriving soon so you all got dressed and ready for the party.

Sasha and Niccolo were the first people to arrive since they were the ones bringing all the food. Once they got done with putting the food out more people began to show.

First, it was the rest of your friend group. Then, it was people Eren knew but you didn't. Finally, it was so many random people that you lost track of them all.

It was now dark outside and your house was filled with people. Jean and Marco were at the front door as light security to make sure douchebags such as Floch didn't get in.  

The one time he did he broke a bunch of expensive vases. That's where the ritual of hiding valuable stuff came from. You could never be too careful at big parties like these.

Music was blaring through your house, making it impossible to hold a steady conversation with your girlfriend, who stood in front of you. 

Instead of talking, you both decided that dancing would be the better option.

What surprised you was when she started getting handsier with you as the songs progressed. She was never one for physical affection in places with lots of people so you were a little confused, but you didn't mind. 

"Guys! Reiner said he's gonna jump in the lake!" Eren shouted at you and Mikasa. He looked like he was out of breath.

"What?" you yelled back.

"The lake is fucking freezing! You can't swim in it this time of year or you'll straight up die! Holy shit- let me catch my breath. I just ran up the lawn and a flight of stairs. Fuck, I'm so out of shape!" He was still yelling since the music hadn't gotten any quieter. The stupid birthday cake hat on his head was slipping off. 

"Should we stop him?" Mikasa shouted. 

"Yes, we should fucking stop him! Everyone out there is cheering him on! The only reason he's held back is because Armin is stalling him! He's the only one down there with a little responsibility! God, Reiner is like a completely different person when he's drunk." Eren adjusted his hat and motioned for the two of you to follow him back downstairs.

You were about to follow him and Mikasa but you noticed a certain figure standing in the hallway, glaring at you. 

You thought this might've been over. You thought wrong. You'd recognize that glare anywhere.

Hitch had the nerve to show up at your best friend's birthday party knowing you'd be around. You guessed she hadn't known about you and Mikasa until a few minutes ago.

When she noticed your gaze, she abruptly turned to the left and walked into the kitchen.

"You guys go stop him, I'll stay back and monitor things while you're gone." You told your bandmates.

"You sure, Y/n?" Eren yelled again, already getting lost in the crowd.

"Yeah, go without me!"

He nodded and walked off with Mikasa trailing behind.

You felt like you were gonna be sick. You should've been more careful. You should've expected this.

You knew you were upset. You knew you were scared. But you knew you had to talk to Hitch before she talked to anyone else.

She looked angry when you approached her in a secluded hallway off of the kitchen that was luckily out of view from the rest of the party.

"I want to talk about Friday." Your voice came out surprisingly steady and for the first time that night, you could actually hear yourself speak.

She scoffed. "You wanna talk about Friday? I wanna talk about your new relationship. Do you seriously think I'm someone to mess with? Do you take me as a joke?"

"Hitch, I'm worried about you. What you said then, it was pretty heavy." You spoke calmly, trying not to provoke her.

Her glare faltered for a second but she quickly looked down and pretended to fix the wrinkles in her dress. "I lost my composure then. Don't worry about me. It won't happen again so don't ask about it." She looked at you again. "Y/n, why don't you tell me exactly what's going on with you and Mikasa?"

If Hitch wasn't going to crack, neither were you. "Nothing at all. We're only friends."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Really? Because last I checked, friends don't dance like that."

"They can if they want."

She ignored your answer, not buying it, and changed the topic. "I bet you wonder where and how I get my answers to things. I have eyes everywhere. As long as I'm around here there's no escaping the truth."

You were trying very hard to keep up a wall of confidence but you knew it was falling fast. "I do wonder, actually. How did you even know she was coming back? Only two of my friends besides the band knew and they don't talk with you."

Then, she smiled. "Marlo's job has him working internationally. He was on a train before she came back. She was on it too. He overheard her on the phone with your friend Jean. I guess you could say he was in the right place at the right time."

You stumbled back in surprise. Of course something like that happened to her. What else could have?

She laughed at your reaction. "It's all too convenient! Just think about that, Y/n. You can never get rid of me, no matter how hard you try. I know what's going on with you two and everyone is going to know what happened with us."

She laughed again and any ounce of courage you had disappeared. Tears filled your eyes as you hurried away from her.

You hastily made your way through the sea of people and up the stairs. Jean and Marco looked up from the front door at the sudden noise of you running up the stairs. They called your name twice but didn't follow.

 You rushed down the hallway and into the bathroom. The door shut behind you. You dropped to the floor and let the welling tears fall.

You were overwhelmed and cried easily. Soon enough, everyone would know. How could you face them after what you did to Hitch? After they knew? 

A knocked sounded at the door after a few minutes of sitting and crying.

"Occupied," you said hoarsely.

"Y/n? Are you okay? Open the door. It's me. It’s Eren."

Damn, you were hoping no one else noticed. You figured Eren and the others would still be persuading Reiner out of stupidity. 

After a moment of hesitation, you opened the door and he came in. He sat on the floor in front of you as you leaned against the cabinets. 

"I saw you through that crowd. Jean said you came up here. Can you tell me what happened and if you're okay?" He rubbed your arm and pulled you in to hug him as he tried to help you calm down.

You hiccuped and sniffled into his shoulder, dampening the cloth of his shirt, but he didn't seem to care. "Take your time," he whispered.

You wiped at your eyes and pulled away from his embrace. "Eren, I did something so shitty in college."

posted: 9/29/21

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