#im hopefully gonna be around tomorrow ok

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Oh bitch

[spaghett-onaplate]

responses to rehearse bc i'm seeing my grandparents tomorrow and they have a tendency to ask weird questions about the whole trans thing:

that's a personal question

that isn't your business

that's a weird thing to ask

you don't need to know that

i never said that

i don't know why you think that

[szaryherbatnik]

Sarnax.... mentally sending him a slice of strawberry cheesecake.....perhaps he will enjoy it....

[sturncrazy]

New Camera 🔥

Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

warnings: SMUUUUUTTT NSFW 18+ (umm lots. use of camera/recording, dom matt, degrading, slapping, language, daddy kink, slight choking, unprotected, creampie, j very rough)

authors note: so this won the vote for which y’all wanted first! ask and u shall receive! this one is FILTHY AND KINKY so if that’s not ur vibe, uve been warned…also side note, i feel like this goes without saying but, i write mostly unprotected… guys pls don’t actually do that. wrap it before u tap it🫶 ok luv u!! enjoy!!

summary: your boyfriend matt gets a new camera before going on tour and decides to experiment with it on you…

word count: 2,270 w

~you look good on camera baby let’s go make a film~

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your phone buzzed on your desk.

“be over in 10 babe ❤️” read a message from matt. you went back to fixing your makeup in the mirror, wanting to look your best for your boyfriends last night home. Matt was about to leave to go on tour tomorrow and it would be a month and a half before you got to see him again. even though you were excited for him, you wanted to make sure it was extra hard for him to leave you. after swiping on some lip gloss, you rummaged through your closet and landed on a thin white tank and flannel shorts. comfy, but still cute and showed just the right amount of skin to hopefully get his attention. your doorbell rang and you ran to answer it.

“hi, beautiful” matt said, pulling you in for a kiss.

“hi” you said smiling at him, the chill from outside hitting your mostly bare skin. he closed the door and walked in. his eyes gave you a once over as he took off his coat.

“you look hot” he smirked

“oh yeah?” you replied coyly, turning to head back down the hall.

“yeah. some shorts” he chuckled out, blatantly checking out your ass.

“what these?” you teased, bending over slightly

“don’t start with me, y/n” matt came up behind you and slapped your ass, playfully but hard. the two of you walked to your room and you flopped on your bed, reaching for the remote to your tv. matt followed and unzipped his backpack, rummaging through it and pulling out a box.

“whatcha got there?”

“bought a new vlog camera for tour!” he answered, excitedly

“wanna see?” he sat down next to you, showing off the new device.

“oooo fancy” you knew nothing about cameras, but pretended to be impressed since matt was so enthusiastic. his fingers whizzed around the buttons.

“it’s got awesome quality and it’s so easy to use” he continued, the machine chirped as he hit the red button and pointed it at your face.

“matttt” you whined, covering your face with your hands.

“what are you being camera shy?” he snickered, standing above you continuing to point the lens at you.

“cmon show me that gorgeous face of yours baby” you huffed, dramatically and lowered your hands looking up at him.

“that’s my pretty girl” he cooed, making a smile toy at the corners of your mouth. you could never say no to him. his eyes flicked over you behind the camera and you tried to read what he was thinking. he licked his lips and backed up, silently, getting a wider view of you in frame. you stayed put on the bed.

“take your top off” he stated, flatly.

“matt-what—?” you nervously laughed out

“did i say it was a question? take your top off” something about the harshness of his tone was so out of character it made your heart race. you reached for the hem of your tank and began to lift it.

“damn, baby” matt growled out, lowering the camera to capture your exposed tits. you breathed heavily, unable to bring yourself to move from your perched position on the edge of your bed. your eyes followed as his hands lowered the camera even further to where you had your hands in your lap.

“now your shorts”

“but—matt—im not wearing any underwear” you stuttered.

“and?”

“well you’re filming i mean i—“

“if you’re gonna be a little slut and not wear your panties then i get to treat you like a little slut. strip.” he interrupted, gruffly. you couldn’t help but notice how insanely hot he sounded being so demanding, and hoped he wouldn’t be able to see your already obvious wetness. you reached for your waistband, standing, never taking your eyes off him as you began to lower your shorts to the floor. you stepped out of them and kicked them aside. nervousness spread goosebumps across your skin as you became aware of how completely exposed you were to matt and his camera. this was unlike anything you’d ever done before.

“good girl” matt praised, dryly.

“you wanna give me a better view of that pretty little ass of yours and bend over the bed for me?” you felt as vulnerable to matt’s commands as the machine in his hands. you slowly turned half way and rested your hands on your bed, lifting your ass into better view for him.

“fuck” he exhaled. you could feel him move closer behind you. he brought a hand sharply down against your flesh. you whimpered.

“so sexy” he growled.

“got me so hard just looking at you baby” you turned your head back to look at him. he laughed, sinisterly.

“what? you wanna see what you’re doing to me, slut? huh?”

you nodded, dumbly. he snickered again.

“course you do. get on your knees for me.” he demanded. you followed every order like a well trained dog. you settled down by his feet and looked back up at him, as he readjusted the lens again.

“mmmm you look so perfect from this angle, babygirl” he praised stroking your face gently, before slapping his hand against your cheek just enough to sting a bit. your jaw dropped slightly in surprise, which matt took as an opportunity to slid his thumb into your mouth. you sucked at his digit and he groaned, watching you before sliding it back out of your mouth creating a popping sound.

“take off my pants” he commanded. you eagerly fumbled with his belt and zipper, hooking your fingers around the waste and and pulling slowly. his already rock hard dick sprung out and slapped his t shirt. your mouth almost watered in desperation at the sight of his veiny, practically throbbing, member.

“open your mouth, baby” he exhaled. you looked up into the camera, doe eyed and parted your lips with your tongue out slightly. he pumped himself with his free hand, the tip of his dick just grazing your lips and tongue and then began to slowly insert himself into your warm wet mouth. he ran his hand down your head, petting your hair, soothingly, as you took him all the way down the back of your throat. fighting the urge to gag at his size.

“such a good girl” matt groaned. his pets reached the base of your skull, then latched harshly into your hair. his grip was tight, as he began to thrust into your mouth. you felt tears form at the corner of your eyes as he forcefully fucked your throat. matt let his grasp on your hair go and slid himself out of your mouth. he grabbed your jaw and forced you to turn your messy face to him, getting a clear shot of the streaks of tears on your cheeks and spit running down your chin.

“get on your hands and knees. i need to feel that pretty little pussy of yours” he huffed, patting your face again. you scrambled to the bed, desperate to feel him fill you up. you’d never felt so much heat screaming from between your legs in your life. you arched your back, letting matt have perfect access to your dripping folds. matt dragged a finger down them, teasing you and eliciting a loud whine from your lips.

“soaking for me already huh, slut?” he mocked. all you could do in response was whimper.

“so pathetic for me” he taunted, pressing two fingers against your entrance.

“matt—please—“ you breathed out in agony

“camera can’t hear you, baby. be a good little slut and beg louder for me.”

“Matt—fuck—-please—i need your dick now—“ you cried out, the need for contact almost eating away at your brain. you screamed as matt rammed into you, entirely, and without warning. the unprepared sensation of stretch caused a pleasurable pain to radiant through you. he groaned, finally feeling your wet pussy around his torturously hard dick. he began to relentlessly pound into you from behind, filling the room with deafening slapping sounds intermixed with your screams and his grunts.

“MATT—“ you cried out, overwhelmed by his intensity, collapsing your face into the pillows beneath you.

“what? ” he wrapped his free hand around a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back up.

“don’t act like you can’t handle my cock now, slut.” he snarled, not letting up on his unwavering rhythm in and out of your core. he slapped your ass again.

“understand?”

“yes matt” you wheezed. he slapped your ass again.

“yes, who?”

“fuckk—yes, daddy” you sobbed out

“good girl” his thrusts hit your g spot each time, making your legs shake and stars form against your tightly squeezed eyelids.

“you wanna show me how much you love my cock, princess?”

“yes, daddy” you hardly could think straight

“bounce that perfect ass on my cock, baby” he said, slowing his thrusts. you obeyed and began to rock your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his dick.

“good girl. doing such a good job” he sang out, one hand gripping your flesh while the other captured your movement on film. you whimpered again, your hips stuttering.

“you tired, princess?” you nodded and let out another pathetic sound.

“need daddy to take over again?”

“yes—oh fuck—please daddy-“ you managed to mumble out. Matt pulled out of you abruptly, causing you to whine at the loss. you couldn’t move anymore, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop fucking you. he slapped your ass again

“turn over” he growled

“i wanna see your pretty face when i cum in your pussy” you felt like you could cum from his filthy requests alone. you’d barely even landed on you back before matt slammed back into your throbbing entrance. he struggled to keep his balance momentarily, too desperate to feel you around him again. he kept one hand supporting himself upright and the other still holding the camera, pointed at you as his picked back up his steady thrusts.

“so perfect—look ss-so good—with my cock stuffed inside your little pussy” he huffed out between thrusts

“OH—fuck—yes—your cock feels so good, daddy” you moaned out, helplessly. your eyes rolling back into your head. matt’s free hand wrapped around your throat, constricting your breathing perfectly.

“watch me while i fuck you, slut” he growled.

“yes, daddy” you wheezed out against his tight grip. he removed his hand and you gasped for air. within moments of his dick pounding perfectly back against your sweet spot, you felt your orgasm begin to crest.

“FUCK—IM—“ you panted.

“that’s it—good girl—cum all over daddy’s cock” he ordered. your walls clenched and throbbed around him uncontrollably, causing him to let out a string of curse words. you felt his dick begin to twitch deep inside you.

“ohh-hh-fuck—shit” he stuttered out, his thrusts becoming wilder and less expertise.

“mmm—close—“ he groaned, his jaw dropping slightly.

“mmmm fuck yeah cum inside me, daddy” you whined out, your high still settling.

“shit yeah baby? you want me to fill your little pussy?”

your brows knotted and your nodded your head desperately.

“fuck i’ll fill you up—so full of cum—baby you’ll look—-so perfect—spilling out of you” he huffed

“OH FUCK FUCK BABY IM GONNA CUM” he cried out as his whole body shook. he thrust deep into you one last time, halting as his cock spasmed against your walls. releasing a multitude of spurts of his hot white load. once matt seemed to regain his senses, he clicked the red button again—ending his taping. he pulled out of you slowly, making your legs shake. he glanced down at your trembling sensitive entrance leaking his release in pulses and bit his lip in a satisfied smirk, snapping one last photo of the mess he’d made of you.

“MATT!” you laughed out in embarrassment, shutting your legs and rolling onto your side.

“sorry…i had to. too hot not save” he said, smiling and flopping down next to you.

“are you okay? was that too much?” he asked, pushing your hair out of your face.

“no way. i loved that”

“you swear i wasn’t too rough with you?” he said with worry. you shook your head vigorously

“not at ALL! that was HOT” you replied through a smile. he fought a grin, biting his lip clearly extremely pleased at your enthusiasm.

“so can i ask what inspired the camera?” you questioned.

“well, now on tour i can reminisce what it’s like to fuck my crazy hot girlfriend” he smiled at the ceiling.

“hey!” you slapped his chest playfully “you know you can always facetime me and we cannnnn” you dragged your words out, looking off into the distance above his face in teasing suggestion.

“oh don’t you worry, we’ll have phone sex all the time. this is just for when you can’t call me and i need to…y’know” he glanced down at his crotch.

“jesus, how many times are you planning on jerking off” you teased

“twice a day. minimum.” he matter of factly stated, grinning again.

“MATTHEW!” you scoffed out in shock

“What? not my fault you’re so sexy” he laughed, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips.

“yeah yeah whatever. just NEVER show that to anyone”

“are you kidding me? you think i’d ever let anyone else get a look at you like that? nhhuhh nope.” he shook his head dramatically

“only i get to see how perfect you look getting your brains fucked out” he leaned in, kissing you playfully again. you giggled, feeling a slight blush.

“i love you, you freak” you said against his lips.

“i love you more, baby”

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ok y’all were on to something with wanting this one cause WHY DO I LOVE IT?? rly hope everyone likes it ahhh 🫶🫶

also guys imagine matt accidentally posting the wrong video and posts ur tape instead of a car video?? HAHA

[pearlfeline]

rookie

peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 900+

tw: black eye

a/n: this is short and it was in my drafts forever. and it was shorter than this before i added some stuff last night. posting it now for some validation and i want to feel better for my job interview tomorrow lol. hope its good enough.

“plwase unlokc your window!! OMW”

“I told him not to text and swing.” You mumbled to yourself.

You huffed, making your way to the window to save him the trouble and just lifted it wide open.

Peter flops in immediately, earning a yelp from you.

“Are you crazy?!” You held your hand to your chest.

“Heeeeelp.” He groans. Peter tugs at his mask, rolling his head back for you to see.

He had a black eye. “Make sure when you fall, you don’t land face first into a fire hydrant.” He tries his best to pry his swollen eye open.

“Since when do you fall?” You shake your head. Not expecting an answer, you walk off to the kitchen and open the freezer, grabbing a bag of assorted frozen fruit.

You come back to Peter flipping through channels on your TV, slumped on the bed.

“Put this on your eye.”

Peter gingerly takes the bag, holding it up to his bruise.

”Why are you getting hurt in the middle of the night?”

“Avengers make mistakes too.” He grumbled.

“Peter. It’s late.” You sighed.

“I know I know but I needed your help specifically.” He sits up mirroring the posture of someone who would hold a corporate meeting.

“Do my makeup please.”

You stare at Peter expressionless.

“Like with the skin paint thing.” He adds.

“For your black eye?”

“PLEEEAAASE! I can’t have May see me with another black eye. She said if the kids keep picking on me she’s gonna call the school.”

You roll your eyes, motioning him to follow you to your makeup drawer.

“Concealer.” You handed him the small bottle and heard him repeat after you.

“Concealer.” He nods.

“How long will this last?” He twists it open.

“Stop, you’re gonna dry it out. And not forever. So I’ll let you borrow it to reapply in the morning.”

“How do I do that?” He starts blinking rapidly the same time your finger pats into his under eye.

“No blinking! Just do what I’m doing here. See? You don’t even need a sponge sometimes.”

You try to ignore how close you were to him. Seeing Peter from this proximity was something you’d never think to do. You never noticed how many little freckles he had. They’re so faint. He had a little stubble from running around all day and chapped lips. Your eyes follow the line of his bottom lip, like a crack in the pavement. You could feel his breathing hit your hand as you pat into his skin. As you look up from his lips, you find him staring at you back.

“Done.” You reeled your hand back, clearing your throat.

Peter looks at himself through your small light up mirror. Seems simple enough.

“See? Good as new. Just a little swollen.” You comb his curl away from his forehead so he could clearly see the coverage.

“You’re the best.” He stares at his reflection in awe.

“I know.” You shrugged.

“Don’t touch it or it’ll come off.” You grab a small pouch to put the concealer in.

“Here. Don’t lose it. I splurged for this one.” You hand him the pouch and he nods profusely.

“Guarding it with my life.” He puts it in the small pocket of his backpack.

“Thank you.” He smiles.

“No problem.” You avoided his eyes, hopefully he didn’t see the heat rising to your cheeks. “Don’t keep May waiting.”

Peter nods, giving an awkward wave. “Right. See ya.”

Peter jumps out onto the fire escape. Quietly this time. Out of sight.

“See ya.” You said quietly to yourself.

The next morning, you woke up to a series of messages from Peter.

“she didnt suspect a thing HAHAHA” 12:32 AM

“thank u again btw” 12:33 AM

“it hurts to blink.” 12:34 AM

“ok goodnight ill let you know how it lasts thru the night.” 12:34 AM

“hi it disappeared a little bit but im gonna add some more i hope that’s ok” 9:12 AM

You bit your lip, your finger hovering over the facetime button. You click it without thinking too much of it, waiting for him to answer.

Peter comes into frame with a newly pale complexion. His entire face was covered in concealer.

“Hi.” He grins at the camera, oblivious to how ghostly he looked. This would’ve scared you if he didn’t answer the call in that ridiculous angle.

“Peter…” You sighed.

“What? Did I miss a spot?”

“…No. You can’t possibly miss any more spots I don’t think.”

Peter frowns at the camera, he thought he did well.

“Too much?” He chuckled, embarrassed.

You roll your eyes.

“This stuff covers everything. I don’t have freckles anymore.” He runs away at his cheek, showing that it wasn’t coming off.

“Did May see you yet today?” You sighed.

“No.. Should I take this off?”

Before you could answer, May quickly knocks on Peter’s door, and doesn’t wait to open the door.

“Hey, I’m thinking pizza for lunch-“

Peter turns to look at May and you could see her blurry face peek through behind Peter's shoulder on your screen. She widens her eyes and blinks a couple times.

“What… What is that?”

“Sunscreen.” Peter blurts out.

“Y/N and I are going to the beach.”

May knits her brows together, thinking if that’s really believable or not.

“There’s no beach near by.”

Peter silently stares at his aunt.

“...I’m eating this pizza with or without you .” May shrugs. “Have fun at the… beach.” She gives Peter a look and then closes the door.

Peter turns his attention back to his phone.

“The beach?” You squeaked out, attempting to stifle your laugh.

“I would hang up if I didn’t need help taking this off.” Peter says flatly.

You let out a groan. “Just get over here.”

[bearbunnycheetah]

🐆🐻✨CHAPTER 3: SUNNY SIDE OF THINGS✨🐻🐆

Note: Stuffs been going wild so I posted this WAYY later than I wanted, but I hope you guys still enjoy!

Percy reaches for her keys and opens the door, turning on the lights to her apartment. They flickered to life and illuminated the space. The sisters both looked inside, it was a pretty nice looking place all things considered. 

A small living room to the left with a tv, an open kitchen to the right, and what appears to be a mini hallway leading to three doors infront of them. Percy’s home had a nice dull blue wallpaper covering mostly everything. Molly looked at a clock on the wall, 10PM. Way past her bedtime at this point.

“You two need some rest, we can discuss the layout of my apartment and other things in the morning. Are you two sure you don’t wish to take my room for the night?”

“Sleeping in someone elses room is weird.” Lorelai said, crossing her arms as she looked around.

“Yeah, we can take the couch or the floor. We don’t really mind! I promise!” Molly smiled apologetically, Lori rolled her eyes.

Percy nods. “Alright, please go ahead and sit down. I will go ahead to get some pillows and blankets for you two.” She smiles at them, then leaves the room.

Molly waits for Percy to be completely gone, then lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She sits down on the couch, then grabs her phone from her pocket. Molly opens the group chat she has with her friends, and starts typing.

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Molly: Hi guys, anyone still awake?

PHANTOM OF POTIONS PAST, GRIMLORD OF DARKNESS!: HIIII! Yes I am indeed awake >:]

Molly: Oh, hi Trixie! I’m assuming Feenie’s asleep cause it’s her bedtime?

PoPPGoD: Yeahh probably! Why are you up so late anyway? Did something happen?

Molly: Yeah, my dad got arrested.

PoPPGoD: WOOOOOOO! 

Molly: Trixie…

PoPPGoD: Oh whoops, sorry- what happened?

Molly: The cop that interviewed me a bit ago about the museum apparently found out about my situation and took me and Lori in. Currently in her apartment right now.

PoPPGoD: I dont trust them coppers… but as long as ur OK, im OK! >:D

Molly: Thanks Trixie… I’ll see if I can go more indepth on what happened tomorrow at school. I’m getting sleepy.

PoPPGoD: Oke, sweet dreams!

Molly: Night!

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Molly leans back into the sofa, then smiles. Hopefully she’ll be able to go to school tomorrow and talk to them.

“I’m back, apologies for the wait.” Percy walks in holding several pillows and blankets, all in mostly blues, yellows, and whites.

“Dibs on the couch!” Lorelai said, grabbing some pillows and immediately making herself comfortable. Her knight costume poofed out of existence in a flash of glitter into her normal outfit.

“But- aw, fine...” Molly sighed in defeat, standing up from the couch.

Oh well, the floor is probably fine. Considering it’s Percy she probably keeps it pretty clean. Theres a rug too so maybe it’s a bit comfier..? It takes a few minutes for Molly to finally get to a comfortable enough position to lay down.

“Goodnight, you two.”

“Goodnight, Percy!”

“…Night.”

And with that, Percy turns off the lights and goes to her room. Immediately falling asleep when she lays down in bed. The noise of the city melting together into a cacophany of sounds that were oddly comforting, she’s probably gonna take a few days off from work to help the two adjust. 

Percy should wake up early tomorrow, her usual breakfast was just toast and some water but these two probably needed more food than that. Maybe something like cereal? No, far too sugary. She wasn’t even sure if she had anything like that. Toast, water, orange juice, eggs-

Wait, eggs?

There was a smell of something being cooked from the kitchen, Percy stirred and opened her eyes. Oh dear, it was morning already? She looks at her alarm clock. 5:40 AM. How peculiar, she gets up from her bed and puts on her slippers to investigate.

Percy walked into the living room, the pillows and blankets were folded neatly and placed on the coffee table. While the couch where Lorelai was sleeping had an… iridescent bubble in its place.

It clipped into the floor and couch as if it was a bugged model in a video game. She stared in utter confusion for a bit before a voice from the kitchen piped up.

“Morning Percy!” Molly said, holding a pan. Why was she making breakfast?

Percy flinched, completely forgetting that she got up to see who was awake this early. “Ah! Good morning to you too, Molly.” Percy turns to her and gestures to the bubble. “May I ask why your sister has turnt into a sphere?”

“Oh, it’s just an epithet thing.” Molly puts the pan in the sink. “Lorelai can make these things called ‘dream bubbles’ where she makes these fantasy worlds, sometimes she just sleep-inscribes.”

“I see… Why are you up so early?”

“Oh! Well… I wanted to repay you for letting us stay here so I thought I should make breakfast!” Molly points at the table. There was buttered toast and eggs, either boiled or sunnyside up. “We should probably go get groceries and stuff, there wasn’t a lot in your fridge to work with…”

“Noted. But thank you for this, Molly.” Percy goes to sit down, then picks up a boiled egg and inspects it closely. “So, about your sister…”

“Don’t worry, I can go wake her up.” Molly looks at the bubble for a second, then walks over to the couch.

Percy watches in curiosity, she knew Molly and Lorelai had epithets from their files. “DUMB” and “AUGMENT” respectively, but she’s never seen it in action. Percy watched as Molly knocked on the bubble for a few seconds, calling Lorelais name repeatedly to wake her up. After a few minutes she rolled her eyes, reaching her hand out as a small green glow appeared. 

Molly moved her hand closer to the iridescent surface and a hole appeared like a rift in the air. Slowly the gap grew bigger until it was about the size of Molly herself. She entered the bubble and the hole dissapeared along with her.

Percy decided to go and make some coffee while she waited since she still felt a bit tired from last night, more and more time passes and… POOF!

The detective turnt around, alarmed at the sudden sound. Then there stood a groggy Lorelai and a mildly upset Molly.

“Good morning, Lorelai!” Percy said, grabbing her drink without looking and returning to the small dining table. Honestly you probably couldn’t even consider it a dining table, more like a table for one that crammed three chairs.

“Yeah, morning.” Lorelai wiped away the fog from her eyes, then quietly went over to the table grabbing a plate. Molly followed.

“I decided to go ahead and work from home while you two get settled here.” Percy takes a sip of coffee. “Since you two have school I will be responsible for your education for the time being.”

“Me and Lorelai usually change between having to work and having to go to school. I attend school on odd days and she attends school on even ones so that means-” 

“You have to go to school and I get to stay here and relax!” Lorelai interrupts her and grins, Molly scowls at her.

Percy thinks for a second, she never thought the situation was this bad. Who on earth would let a child work instead of attend school!? Oh wait, Martin would. “I… suppose we can still use this system, even for just a few days as you two adjust.” She smiles. “And since I’m not very well acquainted with Miss Lorelai, then perhaps we can use this as a bonding opportunity!”

The three of them continue talking. Percy explaining the layout of the house, the chores, and potentially getting the two of them a room to share, more and more time passes till they all finish and go do their own thing.

Lorelai made another bubble in the corner of the living room, Percy did the dishes, and Molly got ready for school.

Molly already had her schoolwork in her backpack, so she had no need to go back to the emporium to retrieve her things. That was nice! She sat at the couch waiting, when Percys voice piped up.

“Are you ready for school?” Percy asked, walking up to Molly.

“Uh, yeah! Are you gonna drive me there?” 

“No need, your public school is conveniently just a short jog away from my apartment! If you count 20 minutes short, I mean.” The detective held up a metal lunchbox, it had the SJPD logo on the center, so that probably meant it belonged to Percy. “I’ve also taken the time to go ahead and make you some lunch.”

“Really..?” Molly walked up to the lunch box and grabbed it from Percys hand, staring at it. “Theres… Really no need to do that, I usually just ask my friends or buy some stuff at the cafeteria.”

“I personally do not think the cafeteria food they serve is enough for a childs daily diet.” Percy explains. “You can just think of it as a thank-you for making breakfast.” She smiled.

Molly stopped staring at the lunchbox realizing that was probably weird, then turns to Percy to smile at her too.

“Well then, I’ll go ahead and drop you off at school. I’m assuming your sister will be fine if I leave her for a few minutes?”

“She can last in bubbles for hours, she’ll be fine.” Molly explains.

And then the two of them leave the apartment. The streets here were much, much louder than Molly expected. She covers her ears as she walked, which Percy took note of. More time passes and Percy drops off Molly at school. 

Molly waved goodbye at her as she walked away when a sudden jingling bell sound grew closer and closer until-

“MOLLY!!!”

Phoenica Fleecity and Trixie Roughhouse hugged Molly as tight as they could, which was less bone-crushing and more soft and fluffy due to Feenie. “Trixie told me everything! We’re so glad you’re okay!”

“She did?” Oh right, Molly sent a message to the group chat. 

“Really happy that dad of yours is outta the picture now!” Trixie said, grinning.

“Haha, yeah. I am too…” Molly hugged them both back, the hug lasted for a few seconds before the bell rang.

“…How about I tell you guys everything when lunch comes around?” Molly asked.

“Oh sure! Stay safe Molly!” Phoenica smiled even harder then let go of both of them, walking off to her class.

“You do too…” 

“…So did Lorelai get arrested too?” Trixie piped up.

“Trixie!” She playfully shoved them with an elbow. “Don’t be like that!”

“Yeah yeah, I know! Just checkin!”

Note: MAKING THESE CUSTOM BACKGROUNDS WERE SO TIME CONSUMING. IT LITERALLY TOOK LONGER THAN THE ACTUAL CHAPTER ITSELF AND DELAYED IT FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS DEAR GOD. Hopefully now that this is out I can go back to answering asks for the characters and posting art too! Super proud of this one!

~Cherry

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[stateswscarlet]

hi this is the 3p person. how do i stop feeling like im doing this to change the 3D? can i acknowledge that it will change the 3D? im just confused. this manifested really fast but ive fulfilled myself with the state of being with him a bunch so why didnt that reflect like this? idk. im just scared im gonna imagine and enjoy it and nothing will reflect. i was thinking of getting coaching with you because idk what to do anymore. i hate my 3D. i just miss sp.

you need to give up on the 3D fully. you need to accept and acknowledge you (all of us) CANNOT change the 3D, we do not have the free will to do that as our free will ends in imagination. you must really sit with this and decide if you'd rather be trying to chase a shadow world and be frustrated, or would you rather 100% enjoy your imagination and feel good and be stressfree? hopefully the latter. we don't do anything to change the 3D as imagination and who were are is CONSTANTLY reflected, even before you knew about this stuff. we cant make it or un-make it reflect as creation is finished hence why we shift states. knowing the 3D changes is very different than chasing it and doing things for the 3D. the 3D will never fulfill you, only YOU choose how things fulfill you or if they even do at all. you need to understand you only want the feeling, not the actual; physical desire.

its like your shadow, do you only walk and move just so your shadow moves? or do you move because you want to? your 3d is the same, you're not constantly thinking of your shadow when you're doing things because the LAW is that its always there anyways. the law shouldn't be a comfort factor for you because it just is.

as i said in the previous ask about your situation. I'm pretty sure you haven't been fulfilling yourself as much as you think you were, and you were fulfilling yourself for stuff that wasn't even your end goal.

youre relying too much on the 3D and seeing this as smth you have to do to get them back and that is exactly where you're going wrong, you need to give up on changing the 3D completely, as edward art says you need to imagine as if there was no outer world bc the outer world has never fulfilled you and never will.

i get missing sp and those feelings are valid, but you need to realize that your life isn't going to end if you're not with them. manifesting an sp shouldn't be something you need, its something you CAN have and definitely shouldn't be approached from a desperate/needy mindset because that will lead to codependent (not saying you are like this but I'm putting it out there in case there are others). please stop revolving your life around an sp and put your crown back on. YOU made sp special, YOU are the secret sauce, they're just some random who YOU decided means something. you need to realize that (manifestation stuff aside) you will 10000% will ok if you don't be with them because you're more than content on your own and can date anyone else. i say this with love but as someone who was in your shoes and knows how it feels, you will only be running in circles if you don't approach this from a healthier mindset. work on your self concept (don't tie it to manifesting ur sp at all) and LIVE your life, do things that you enjoy, have fun/date around with other people (if you have the chance to bc remember that you're not pretending, you are single in the 3D), and stop trying to get back someone. give yourself the feelings of your dream relationship first and how it makes YOU feel, then add sp into the equation. you don't want them back, you want a fulfilling relationship. how would you feel if they came back tomorrow yet the same issues happened as they did back when you were together before/theyre just not good/the relationship sucks? that isn't what you want, you want the fulfilling relationship so focus on aspects about that and give those to yourself. you don't want their physical body back bc it means nothing to you unless you get the feelings you desire.

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Ok I’m not gonna lie. This dose of tea took me a minute to compile together because my gosh did the video Ryan share poke the hornets nest 😂😂 and the results brought out ALL the insiders with the dish on what happened behind the scenes with the bt fandom. Main take away was they are two schools of thoughts. 1) Pretend it never happened and act like everything is sunshine and daisies. 2) Acknowledgement of the video and absolutely blame Ryan and only Ryan for all the world’s problems. You’ll also probably notice how as time goes on from the original Ryan share, their response and actions to it get more and more unhinged 💀 though 1 seems to have seen the light as you will see, and then another one (one of the leaders of the Bt fandom) and I agree with the spy in terms of the thought of it being horrifying, has apparently decided she now wants to love Eddie again and write fics about him. Which as the post says, she had been one of most foul toxic horrible takes on Ryan and Eddie since Tommy arrived, including being the one who made that horrible video about Eddie having a 💀 attempt mirror Ryan’s , so no thanks. Keep her far away from both.

And at the very end, I am including a post I saw that had me absolutely wheezing so I hope you enjoy that.

And with that! May I present to you, your tea (also I love how creative these people are getting with the secret names 😂)

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758468759788929024/lady-whistledown-im-sorry-i-had-the-audacity

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758470951061078016/lady-whistledown-ok-since-im-painfully-not-up

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758471424214220800/perry-the-platypus

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758473403573436416/httpsxcombuckkissestommystatus18223891447037

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758473500594995200/httpsxcomabnosomealyssastatus182240298059718

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758473589161967616/theyre-lashing-out-to-the-point-of-making-hate

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758473827902799872/hi-love-carmen-sandiego-here-i-just-want-to-add

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758475697703485440/lady-whistledown-watch-your-inbox-and-sanity

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758476116840398848/httpsxcomramallsznstatus1822376926960316499

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758476357390008320/its-carmen-sandiego-again-sorry-they-just-dont

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758476617173581824/theyre-turning-this-into-a-crazy-ryans-inciting

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758478720198688768/hello-gurl-gg-here-not-only-for-gossip-but-for-my

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758480196440588288/omg-one-of-them-saw-the-light

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758479499360927744/okay-i-have-something-to-add-here-i-feel-like-a

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758481810156109824/no-new-spy-info-from-me-but-i-do-think-that

And now for your early morning laugh

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758476959373213696/im-gonna-pee-myself

That’s all for now! may your kettle be boiling with tea anew tomorrow 🫖

Hi 🫖 Nonny!

Thank you for my morning 🫖. I do appreciate you taking the time and effort to do this.

A lot has happened since I went to bed last night. 👀

I can't wrap my head around some of the things I've read and seen.

All of this over a fictional character on a TV-show. 🤷‍♀️ I guess the cast got tired of the sh*tty takes too. Good for them.

Hopefully we'll get some more great bts the following days. I'm ready to speculate about season 8 some more. 😄

Have great Sunday Nonny!

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

ofmd s2e4 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

it's been a busy week since last thursday and shit's only gonna get busier for me after tomorrow so hopefully i can get through these two episodes out before i go to bed lol!!! anyway once again these posts are just me rambling so i can process the insane amount of information in these episodes and if u want to read them too that's fine.

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

rip everyone who wanted homoerotic sword fighting in the gentebeard reunion. have a headbutt as a consolation prize.

obsessed with stede holding raw room-temperature meat against his bruised face bc that's not even a little bit how that works. i love this show.

ok so jim saying "he'll probably get around to killing you after he's rested" in response to stede saying ed needs to regain his strength actually gives some pretty good context to why they want ed of the ship so bad. bc they DID fully try to kill ed and now he's here and alive and like. if i were jim i would be pretty worried abt ed holding a grudge abt that.

wont lie stede being like "we dont just banish people, that's not us!" makes me thinkg abt how they fully banished izzy from the ship in e6. i mean technically izzy banished himself on accident but. lol.

also izzy's absence in this scene indicating he is not yet considered part of the entire crew

roach: i need that steak back, it's dinner stede: (pulling the steak away) oh, right fang: maybe let's put the banishment to a vote? stede: (steak back on his face, apparently having forgotten he was literally just about to give the meat to roach) aw do we have to :(

ed chained to the ship is doing. a lot for me. i wont lie.

buttons saying he's been to the gravy basket a few times... how many times has this man almost died??????

it is deeply funny to me that they edit the split second flashback of the drowning and mermaid hallucination to look all creepy as if that whole scene wasn't set to an incredibly sappy 80's love song (said with immense affection)

OBSESSED with stede trying to be like. encouraging to izzy. and being like "he cant hear you he's got no head" about izzy yelling at the ruined figurehead. this fucking dork.

so ive seen ppl talking abt how the crew's in a deadlock abt banishing ed and which ppl they think were pro-banishment and which were against, but the scenes with the crew make it look like everyone's voting for ed to get kicked out. so tbh i think like either of the following interpretations are pretty valid: the crew is split 50/50 on if they should banish ed OR the crew 100% wants to banish ed and stede was gonna try and leverage izzy's vote to try and get more ppl to change their mind. doesnt rlly matter either way tho

also the fact that izzy was the one to keep ed's body is. interesting. the others must've known abt it and helped izzy hide the body in the secret room. but izzy being the one to be like "no we're not throwing him overboard" is. something. no conclusions abt this atm im just rotating this fact in my brain.

i also just have a lot of thoughts abt the mutiny and the fact that like, jim's a trained assassin and the others are also pretty experienced killers and they probably knew they hadn't completely finished the job. and there was plenty of opportunity for them to do something about that. but instead they hid his body and waited for ed to succumb to his injuries. it feels kinda like ed's "technically i outsource the big job" rule. idk. thoughtssss.

frenchie in this scene is so funny bc he seems both actually apologetic abt kicking ed off the ship but also very relieved/vindicated to see him go.

didnt realize olu almost said smthng to ed lol i thought ed was just saying "fuck you" to him for no reason ghfjkghjkfh

"first time i've ever been on this side of a walk of shame" wee john i have so many questions. how many times have you been banished from a ship.

obsessed with archie just being like "way to make this awkward brah." her shitty boss put her life at risk in an attempt to make her and her coworkers kill him in a weird roundabout suicide attempt and her summary of the situation is "well, this is awkward :/"

"shitty sailing with you" sick burn, jim

"you're making it really hard to look up to you, man" LOVE how black pete is still a blackbeard stan. despite everything.

just ONCE i want someone to appreciate roach's sandwiches :(

"dont you want your sammy" STEDE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

also i disagree with the subtitles here im like 99% sure says "you're no fuckin mermaid" not "you're not a fuckin mermaid" but that's just me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

stede looks SO sad abt not being a mermaid

love how everyone in this episode just sort of nods and is like "yeah okay" every time buttons tells them he's turning into a bird

altho with stede in this scene specifically im convinced that he's just jumping at the chance to follow ed to the island. he was absolutely gonna come up with some shitty excuse to go ashore anyway but it's nice of buttons to give him plausible deniability

i love how much ed hates nature

why do the subtitles say "gyp-" this has been bothering me all week. the line is "like a drifter"

i also love ed's line delivery of "a wolf?"

anyway dumb posts abt the spider tattoo backstory: 1, 2, 3

i love to see ed getting hugs... wish i could give him a hug :(

ok also buttons talking abt the gravy basket made me think ed needed like some sort of spell or smthng to snap out of it but instead it just kinda wore off by the end of the episode (maybe, depends on how you read the whole buttons turning into a bird scene). this is very funny to me for some reason

anne rubbing the cup she's holding against her tit. queen.

stede bonnet idiot dumbfuck moments

i LOVE anne's line delivery of "eddie motherfuckin teeeeach" like yeah that's cj's girl alright. or was cj's girl. who knows.

SECRET HANDSHAKE im cryinggggg. i love them.

stede's voice sounds so weird when he says "i wasn't looking for you" and that's because he's fucking lying through his teeth

LOVE how anne and mary look at each other after the "shipmates" "former" interaction like they are immediately on the same wavelength. and that wavelength is fucking with ed and his ex. they sniffed out a messy relationship dynamic and were like "oh hell yeah we need more of this in our lives"

ed is SO bitchy this whole scene i fucking love it. ed's face when he says "him?" fdhjksgfjhdgkj

ed: whatever 🙄 anne: whatever? 👀 mary: whatever! 😈

wee john getting more goth is so good

drunk izzy rambling at the ship's figurehead is so funny to me tho i miss drunk izzy

ed's crew lady macbeth "out damned spot" moments

i like how there's a goat in the background of this scene in anne and mary's house and it is unexplained and also never seen again.

ed's face after stede says "that's romance" is soooo good this bitch is so pissed. like oh would you have met me at the docs if i peeled the guard's face off instead of just paying him off? is that what fuckin does it for you???? not that it matters bc i dont care. but. cunt.

yeah im just focusing in on all of ed's faces in this scene. "quite the shift going from wearing people's faces to antique collectors" gets ed to freeze in the middle of bringing his drink up to his lips and just kinda stare off into the distance.

"how did you meet" has ed kind of frowning for a split second before stede starts answering and then he rolls his eyes very dramatically and sighs deeply

ed immediately being like "actually i was gonna kill him myself!" trying to undermine stede's meet-cute story. also anne and mary nodding along in complete unison bc this is just normal pirate conversation to them.

~~~

also as someone who has been team "no ed was dead serious abt the plan to steal stede's identity" this was very vindicating for me. it's a bad plan and it doesn't make any sense but logistics literally dont matter in this show. what matters is giving this story the "falling for the mark" trope makes ed's character arc in season 1 that much tastier!!!!

ed and stede going back and forth telling their story i cant fucking wait until theyre happily together telling this story and instead of ed trying to downplay it and ruin the meet-cute-iness of it they're just building on each other and being sappy and adorable

"more like i relented" one of the biggest lies i've ever heard this man say fjhkgjkfdhk

"until he completely boned it" SAY IT. FUCKING SAY IT. SOOOOO TRUE ED.

auauhghgh the beard bit......... crying

THE!!!!! QUIETEST LITTLE "thank you" OF ALL TIME. TIED MAYBE WITH ED SAYING "thank you" AFTER "i think you're very sophisticated" IN 1.05

i dont blame stede for trying to get ed to open up right after that bc that was the first bone ed's thrown stede's way since he woke up. unfortunately ed is not in the mood to talk abt his near-death experience and mermaid hallucination sequence.

LOVE anne's little gesture when she says "rabbit" and the little hip cocking

stede being like "uhhhh we could leave" during the knifeplay exhibitionism moment

i giggle every time at the way the crew is instantly like "fuck closing our eyes we're doing any fucking surprises"

ngl idgw the crew yelled abt the piñata reveal. but ok

loooove stede's half of the crew just blowing past all the screaming and tension from ed's half. jim screams "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!" abt the blindfold and roach is like "you won't want to stay the fuck away from this caaaake!" like roach fdhsjfgdhfjkghkj read the room?????

i love how much stede just. completely misses all of annie's flirting

ed coughing during the blunt session i love himmmmm

ok but ed's trying to be like "im totally over stede i dont even like him" and then ed reminiscing fondly with a distant smile abt the 1.06 stabbing scene

"and that was the... second time you left your wife?" underrated line

love how annie's been all quiet and seductive and then when she goes to make her move she's just like "WOUND THIS" and aggressively sits in stede's lap

also ok. "they're gonna be so jealous" is that annie talking abt ed and mary or is that annie using they/them pronouns for mary.

BUTTONS JUMPSCARE

also i love how they have that one medusa painting just. in their kitchen. im obsessed with the interior decor of this lesbian antique store that annie and mary live in

the way she's so touched by the poisoning attempt hjfgfjksghskjhgjkh

buttons being like "aahhhhhh do i give her... this bowl......????" fhjkghkfsjhk

"yeah, babe" TEALORANGES WIN

im honestly sad izzy's pathetic wet beast moment only really went for like three tiny scenes in one episode bc this shit was so funny to me. crawling away saying "you're born alone you die alone" over and over again. sir what are you even doing.

god buttons in this episode is so fucking funny bc i keep forgetting he's there. also why is he even there. like was he even invited to dinner or did he just sit down and annie and mary were like "oh ok i uh. guess we'll go make another plate??"

ed's face after buttons says the bit abt "i can tell this rabbit was intelligent" is soooo funny why is he so fucking pissed fdhsjkgyjdfkghjk

NO WAIT HE'S PISSED BC THAT WAS HIS FRIEND. THAT WAS HIS FRIEND THE WOLF HE WAS TELLING HIS SECRETS. NOW IM KINDA SAD :(:(:(

stede talking abt the sea when what he's actually talking abt is ed part 2 electric boogaloo

ed very calmly. standing up. and smashing the chair. im obsessed with him.

stede bonnet stupid dumbass moments

IMPROMPTU BLANKET FORT TIME

ed's voice is so quiet at the start of this scene he's not even yelling at stede until stede says "it's not fair" ohhhhhh my babygirl is so fucking sad........

"you ditching me without a note or anything" ed's literacy confirmed

"expecting me to just melt back into your arms" eddie my man. stede has not given literally any indication that he expected this at all. you are telling on yourself fhdjskghfkjshd

this scene is so fucking good i barely have anything to say abt it. just. u can rlly tell david jenkins wrote this ep himself lolll

"i was all in, mate. i was all in." IM SOBBING

oh nooooo i forgot that ed's line delivery of "im sorry my horrible naked chin disgusts you so much" isnt actually as sarcastic as the words itself make it seem. like it feels like ed wanted to say that all angrily and bitter but instead he just sounds sadddddd

ok ok but the way stede says "i love your chin naked or otherwise" and then after a pause (during which ed is keeping INCREDIBLY still bc u know otherwise he's just gonna burst into tearssss) stede whispers "ed" and ed is immediately like "don't" and then. stede going in for the "i love you" but like the way he's so slow with it?? he's literally like "i. love." and idk if it's bc he's trying to make this as clear as possible or if he's giving ed enough time to cut him off if he doesn't want to hear it

and ed DOES he DOES cut him off with "you don't get to say that to me" and he like. keeps glancing at stede out of the corner of his eye but not quite looking at him directly bc he knowwwwws it's like staring into the sun baby and ed knows if he looks at stede's face it's literally all over.

but also ed's face after stede pivots to "i love everything about you" he's SO pissed. he quietly groans and rolls his eyes bc this bitch. finding stupid loopholes to not being allowed to say "i love you." fuck this guy ed hates him so fucking much (lying)

oooooh when stede says "you don't have to say it back to me" ed's mouth opens and closes a bit before "not about to" bc this man is trying. SO hard not to cry (so am i but it's not working sorry there are tears on my face right now)

idk idk idk smthng abt "it's nice. feels good." makes me hurt so fucking bad bc the entire time since ed's woken up stede's been getting headbutted and snarked at passive-aggressively but stede's still like "i love being near you it makes me happy :)" brb i need. a fucking moment.

honestly tho how did annie and mary even overhear that bit bc they were on the other side of the room and stede was whispering SO quietly. opposite of when ppl in this show dont hear things despite the things being said like two feet away from them (1.03 geraldo and jackie talking abt how blackbeard was looking for stede, 2.01 zheng saying the indigo was worth way more than she spent on it)

LOVE how anne being like "stede likes the ladies" is how ed figures out "ohhhh wait ok theyre just fucking with us, got it" bc this guy??? liking women????? lmao

this also HAS to be why he gets over mary like his brain mustve gone "wait hang on why the fuck would he go back to her he doesn't even like women. guess maybe he really did panic huh" hdjksghfckghkjsh

obsessed with these TINY tiny details abt the ed/jack/annie/mary polycule dynamics we're given. ed would've expected as much from annie bc she's a fucking psycho. mary apparently used to not be like this. im putting the pieces together im connecting the dots.

ed and stede's knowing smug looks at each other. im obsessed.

annie being rlly sensitive to the word "bitch" im considering that more hints abt the polycule backstory

yayy fanny newspaper

"really? i mean she stabbed you, you poisoned her, and then she jumped on my face" stede this is all part of their very elaborate and deeply toxic sex life ok stop kinkshaming them

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curious if ed and stede are too distracted by mary spelling out their worst fears to comment on all the smoke coming into the room

"everything must go" like a fucking clearance sale. this is such a silly line. this is a silly show. i love it here.

WHY DONT THEY MAKE OUT SLOPPY STYLE HERE THO

wait are they crying while they hug??? bro these girls are so fucking messy i love them

ed saying "see you guys" before he leaves them in their burning house. i would die for him

ok team arts and craft time while making a prosthetic for izzy. obsessed with how the b plot of this episode is literally "the crew struggles to get along but they eventually set aside their differences and work together when they realize there's someone even more cringe and pathetic than any of them"

"YOU ARE!!! HARASSING A CRIPPLE!!!!!!" is suchhhh a funny line im sorry im gonna miss izzy at his lowest fhsjkhjksf. literally they just knocked on the door my dude calm downnnn

obsessed with izzy being genuinelly touched and expressing it by saying "fucking cocksuckers." this man is allergic to having feelings.

stede and ed painfully talking over each other bc everything is awkward and difficult. i love them.

ed's face when stede offers to let ed stay. his very quiet "yis." the way he says "might be nice" and then VERY QUICKLY looks away

stede yelling GREAT at the top of his lungs fhdsjkguydfgfjkhl

i love when these guys try to play it cool bc theyre so fucking bad at it hgdfgvjfxdkgjjdkkgjhfdkh

stede bonnet dumb idiot moron moments

ed staring off lovinglyyyyyy

buttons jumpscare

also is that fucking sage. are we doing cultural appropriation here

buttons saying "Earth Wind and Fire i wanna go higher" hfjkhgfdjkhgjkh

i love how ed. does not question this "fuck yeah, brother. fly."

ed teach lovesick fool moments

i love how happy ed sounds telling stede abt buttons he sounds like his old goofy self for the first time all season.... im gonna cry

also i like how the crew adopts izzy as their new creature. 10/10

post credits scene is annie and mary at dinner with buttons. i guess it's after stede goes to comfort ed but before they go eavesdrop on that convo.

buttons enjoying his last meal as a human. and also he's like "there's too much fucking on that ship i need to get away from it all." and his way of doing this is becoming a bird. love that.

[lvxybby]

Music Ties (kurt cobain x fem reader) (pt 3)

my hands began to shake as i picked up my house phone and put kurts number in. it rang for a second before i heard the calming voice of kurt. "hello?" his rough, tired voice spoke. "uh...hey kurt its Y/N" i said trying to regain my composure. "oh fuck...whats up?" he said sounding a bit more awake. "nothing...i was just thinking about the offer you gave me..." i said twirling the cord around my finger. "oh yeah?" he said sounding a bit eager. "i thought....i should take it.." i say anxiously. "ok! that sounds amazing...jeez i really cant believe this...its gonna help out so much...wanna meet tomorrow? around...1 or 2?" he said excited now. "uh sure...where?" i asked. "uh...is my place ok? its a small apartment....its uh...uhh...give me a second...." he said before i heard him talking in the back to someone. he called out for dave "dave....dave!" "what!" "whats the address!" "can i ask why?!" "cause im tryna get Y/N to come over tomorrow!" "its....114 Pear St North East...she doesnt live too far from us?....shes just outside of olympia right?!" "yeah...ok thanks!" their conversation quickly ended. and kurt and dave lived with each other? i didnt know that...but its ok i like dave hes pretty cool. "uh...ok its 114 Pear St North East" kurt said returning back to me. "ok let me right that down real quick..." i said grabbing my notepad and pen from my table. i held the phone to my ear with my shoulder as i wrote the address. "uh ok that sounds great" i said throwing the pad on the table. "ok....you know i just realised we say uh a lot..." kurt said starting to giggle a bit. his laugh was so adorable...i could listen to it for all eternity and never get tired of his cute voice. "yeah we do" i say also giggling. "alright...i'll hopefully see you tomorrow" kurt said still giggling "alright sounds great...goodnight" i said smiling "night" he said before hanging up. oh my god....im part of Nirvana now. one of the biggest bands in the world...holy shit this is amazing. i run to my room and throw myself on my bed kicking my legs. my face was burning hot. but wait...i..dont have a crush on kurt or anything? right? no i dont...but do i?....no i cant im just really happy...i cant like him..."holy fuck i love kurt..."

[spacedhead]

homestuck reread #18: the prologue (briefly) and meat p1

----brief context----

i sorta fell out of homestuck a little after i finished it and its november now but in light of james roach reviving homestuck beyond canon i figured i might as well get the ball rolling on this. i originally started this post in september but i couldnt find it in myself to continue reading due to not liking where the story was going and also finding myself having a new hyperfixation

----end of context----

september 7th:

okay im gonna make a rule that this shit show thats about to happen is NOT CANON to me and in my head they won and then they created earth c and they all lived happily without any of this inane bullshit thats coming up.

ok to start off look at these fucking tags dude oh my god this is gonna be so BAD man what the FUCK did they do to these characters

theres no art which actually sucks! but with these tags maybe its good they didnt show this in images. instead they just describe it in excruciating detail. anyway, here's the first character interaction in here.... they both feel different. even in this brief exchange, something feels... off. maybe its just cause theyre older but they feel distinctly more... angsty? maybe they just seem sad. i dunno. homestuck has its sad moments but for the most part the characters arent like. sad people

/rolls eyes yeah i like the reference but not in this context...

ok so rose just explained what john has to do which is go back into canon and defeat lord english but.... this is really fucked up man . she knows

meat or candy.... fuck which one should i read first.... do i wanna be sad sooner or sad later ... MAN the epilogues SUCK!!!!! FUCK

um okay this is really gross. what is the point of this?? like EW john what the fuck

ok this is fine i guess i mean i like davekat

i guess i also like how he still has this weird obsession with obama

november 10th:

im back . but i think updates to this series will be slower. i need to ease myself back into it yknow? also. if i hadnt made it clear. i DO NOT LIKE the epilogues. especially because homestuck proper is my FAVORITE MEDIA OF ALL TIME. seeing the characters i love ruined like this in what is the most official capacity it could be in is.... just. sad to me. anyway. dave predicts the future about obama . cool.

yeah i do too man. cant have shit around here

yeah like. what even is this plot. jane has become this evil xenophobic cartoon ass villain. and everyones just like. damn thats crazy that shes just like that now. i also dont even understand WHY she wants to be president of earth c. like literally everyone else is just chilling. god whatever

brother he is not coming back

also, this has nothing to do with the epilogues per se. but at the time of writing this tomorrow will be 11/11. i am a little bit expecting a homestuck beyond canon updateeee hehehe . also burning down the house which is a really really good homestuck fan comic is supposed to update too. so awesome. hopefully both of those things happen. or even like. just one. anyway back to this slop

casual dave xenophobia classic dave you know how it is he would definitely be like this for real i believe this

man this would be so cool if it was like. drawn. i wish i could see it instead of having to envision it in my minds eye. not that i dont appreciate my minds eye for what she has to offer me but. imagine this what this panel would look like

noooooo FUCK

stares at you furiously judgementally

okay both of them most likely dont know shit about shit and neither do i but dave at least grew up in a time where there were people around and things happening and dirk thinks he knows everything but he actually doesnt know anything so i wouldnt trust him on fiscal policy

fym nuh uh

average teen roxy adult john interaction

literally down ontologically at this point

blah blah blah ultimate self blah blah evil arc WHO CARES. im bored. can i say that. i seriously D. GAF about dirk rn. monkey d. gaf

bro i fucking HATE JANE. LIKE WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING RIGHT NOW

i dont have much to say about this i just thought it was worth putting here

nah. cause what the hell are you talking about girl. hello. why is she so horny. ong bro u gotta relax

okay well. this is pretty funny . hes dave and im karkat and we are the denial brothers

youre so intolerable is crazy. like hes trying to help you because you are bleeding tf out girl

wow. jane jake kiss. this rules. SAID NO ONE EVER. jake is asexual. jane is a nazi. and I. AM TIRED. OF THIS!!!!!!! I DONT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING THAT IS HAPPENING .

wait fuck

marvel ass dialogue

NOOOO WHAT THE FUCK

okay this is the end of the first epilogues post. initial thoughts i dont like it why did i do this i dont wanna do it. but you know what they say in order to ascend first you must descend. little homestuck reference for you all. um idk when the next post will be im sorta busier than i used to be. and also? this sucks i dont like reading it

[figula]

this evening was a bit of a :|

a few hours after clare left benno told me that tmr we're gonna have to have a pub lunch w/ his family so i immediately freaked out bc this additional Thing on top of seeing boops & his gf last weekend + having clare this weekend (after like, 3y of nothing, bear in mind, so EVEN THO i was so happy to see them both it also took a decent amount of time to like stop being anxious + come down from that spike. like im still a little keyed up now. they both follow me on here btw + none of this is news to them i hope lol. i love u both im just insane x)

i got so angry (not at ben but at the situation, through fear) that i juts stopped talking and went away upstairs to lie in my bed to try and calm down alone

a few mins later ben came uptsairs + i immediately was like "i really just want to be alone actually" then realised he was crying so i was like ...ok come in (crying trumps general rage in terms of Need i think)

we think it's a long-term mental effect of the pandemic where he gets rly emotional after a social event ends bc it reminds him of like the 3y where it was just us in this tiny little universe + he panics bc i think he goes like straight to that place in his mind where he's just never gonna see anyone again? like every goodbye feels like it's gonna be forever

so anyway he tried to get me to talk about MY feelings during this time + i was just like sry i cant lol. you know when you're hollowed out inside through a combo of rage / general madness / having to remain compos mentis for someone else who needs you. AINT GONNA HAPPEN

so after that settled down i did message him on discord like "love u, not angry, will talk to you later this eve about MY feelings" (+ did stick to this obvs)

think the general sticking point is that while ben seems to have been a bit traumatised by lockdown + the social isolation i found it incredibly incredibly easy + stress-free, + have found the slow transition to normal life v difficult (and still do find it both difficult + incredible to watch in the sense that we're all just pretending covid is over bc like it's easier ig??). ill just c/p what i said to ben here: "if you found the lockdown unexpectedly traumatic I found it lovely and have found the return to normal really difficult & think people are just pretending we're back to pre COVID times when we aren't and I find that cognitive dissonance very hard to deal with, I also can't stand gatherings based around food anyway as you know and it seems to literally be all that is ever on offer and it struck me in the same way as the pret in Portsmouth or you being invited out for the meal when my sister was here etc busy couple of weeks that filled me with huge levels of anxiety and stress, thought tomorrow might be a bit more low key but no, got to to do something else I fucking loathe just very fed up and tired"

he asked me again to talk to him more about my feelings instead of just suddenly crashing when something slightly unexpected happens - i said yes - i think im just confused by how much he wants me to talk to him about LOOOL like if i told him every single anxious thought or w/e id be talking to him 24/7 and it just feels like i dont know which thoughts are the ones to share + which aren't???

anyway w/e it got sorted out w/ solid communication i think tbh like ben says we wont do the lunch. i said that he could do it if he wants but there's not a chance in hell im stepping foot into that pub lmfao like there are so few things he wants to do that i actually refuse (hopefully if u read my blog regularly you will understand that this is true) but i have reached my limit on Events Not In My Comfort Zone, and idc if he wants to do it, he's welcome to, but i will walk around the village during that time he was like "ok that's not gonna happen sweetie bc they'll think you hate them" so we're just not doing it. i do feel bad but also i literally like cannot do it? like i am just fully comfortable in the knowledge that i cannot do it, will not do it, and am simply not doing it. so if that means ben isnt gonna do it either that's just gonna have to be how it is. like not to be dismissive but ... this is how i am + he picked me knowing that so like.

OK loads more shit happened in the hour i took away from this post, benny thinks it might be worth postponing the woods trip just bc he's worried how to spin the lunch thing (whereas im like if you want to tell them im insane just tellt hem idc) but we had a good chat in bed + i love him a lot lol. i do like how good we are at emotionally comforting each other. i think we should 100% go tmr but he's a bit fragile (see above lol) so ill just defer to him on this one, im not exactly in a position to be like "JUST POWER THROUGH!!" hahahhaha anyway we'll see how he's feeling tmr. he's more cheerful now anyway bc we had a nice chat + committed to making some post-wedding plans as well so he wont feel that giant post-event freakout that seems to be plaguing him atm

[dykeskeleton]

overate today but knew it was gonna happen so i’m not as upset as i maybe would’ve been. i was moving around like all day doing stuff and i’m exhausted, and my fiancé has been getting on my case about how much i’ve been eating since lately i’ve been getting really dizzy/lightheaded fairly often. ate way over my limit but my exercise/movement for the day put me under my fake limit to keep my partner and my app happy.

ugh i just feel so frustrated. im 3lbs away from my next goal and i NEED to hit it before the end of the month and idek if that’s gonna be possible. august is gonna be a bad dating month bc of my birthday and also our friend’s birthday so we’re going to be eating a lot and doing fun things, so i don’t want to worry as much. i just need to get to this goal by the end of the month and then it will be easier to maintain/stay around that weight even when i overeat in august. we’re going out and doing stuff all day again tomorrow, but im hoping i’ll be able to stay under since we’ll be spending the day w my fiancés parents, and their mom is an INSANE almond mom so it should be easier to do better. i also took a small lax dose (the lowest dose according to the box) to hopefully lose some of this extra water weight before tomorrow.

we’re getting up and going out for breakfast early, and i’ve planned out exactly what im gonna eat (440 total) plus walking around a lot, and if we go out to eat i know most of the restaurants around the area were going and i’ll get a salad. it’s gonna be ok even if i end up going over a bit bc we’re having fun. i’m planning on taking a bigger lax dose after we get home, and i’ll be at home all day sunday working so i’ll probably omad or at the very least be able to stay under my 900 limit. also planning on a 24hr fast and not eating anything on monday, so that should help.

sorry for the novel, i’m trying my best to not just start crying about this since i more than likely maintained today (which is… disappointing but at least it’s not gaining) and today was busy but fun. just…oof

[c41c0unt1ng]

6/6/24

tw: low cal and restrictive eating, block don't report

okay so im not even gonna lie today was roughhh, school sucked ass and i was super stressed and close to losing it all day but im still under the 1,200 normal amt of cals so whatever, on2 the actual numbersssss

breakfast:

0cals

lunch:

cheese slice - 80 cals

strawberry slices - 20cals

ham + cheese wrap - 171

dinner:

burger king chicken burger - 430

burger king french fries - 240

totals and end of the day thoughts:

2 bike rides: 63 cals x2

cals burned from walking: 80

total calories burned: 206

total calories eaten: 940

net: 734

ok im honestly so disappointed in myself and so mad i wasn't able to skip dinner but my parents were right there and if they get suspicious that anything is going on then im gonna get sent straight to the psychward, and my mom is going away next week so its gonna be fast food every night which means im not gonna eat at all at school so i won't waste all my cals, because i went like pretty over my goal (less then 800 but preferably around 500) im gonna do a liquid fast starting at 7 today going until 7 tmrw which is a full 24 hours, and by liquid i mean like water and diet coke for energy but it doesn't have any cals just caffeine so i think its fine. i rlly rlly want to try to get a net negative so hopefully tomorrow that will be the case, and im so mad that i couldn't even get all my steps in because my goal is 10k but i had a doctors appointment and so i couldn't walk the mile home like i normally do. plus i found out today that im not allowed to run at all because i have a still healing fractured ankle, fml. anyways this is the end of my rant, if you read all the way to here tysm and ill see u tmrwww

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

yknow i think im looking forward to the coming days which is. a new. because nothing specific is even happening. i think for the first time in a very very very long time im looking forward to waking up and living without it being the most important day of the year. like tmrw i have an art class and i can talk to that one girl i sit near which will be nice because shes a nice person, and we might exchange numbers so that we can speak more than once a week. and we might not and thats ok too. and on friday i do have a lot more work to do but its ok because i sit next 2 3 very nice people for two hours then and that will be nice and then i will hopefully be able to spend some more time with them after that and if not thats cool too. and on saturday those same people from friday r going out w me and thats gonna be cool because i rlly like hanging out w them. and sometime next week im gonna watch movies and play video games with a few friends wholl have finished school by then and itll be cool. and the sun will shine and i will be able to chill a whole lot and my cat will be around and he will be awesome. and i will eat nice food and have fun and maybe do some gardening when im not dying of hot. and everythings gonna be better than its been for a very long while and even if its not its fine bc right now im happy and. yea. and my pins will arrive soon hopefully. and i will get to sleep tonight and wake up tomorrow and i will see the sun and everything will be so good. yea.

[buggyzwrld]

moml (highschool AU! henry creel / reader) chapter 4

chapter 4: know who you are at every age.

chapter namesake: know who you are at every age by cocteau twins.

*quick a/n: LMFAOOOO i am tired of long a$$ titles so i abbreviated it. also, thank you all so much for the reblogs, and feedback! i love to see comments, opinions, and thoughts on my work, it keeps me wondering if im doing an okay job at this.

this chapter was originally going to be muchh longer, but i decided not to. i was gonna post it after vol. 2 premiere but i was like nahh.. i pretty much have my own storyline and universe set for this fic, so there is gonna be some pretty big canon divergences in this fic, hopefully yall are okay with that lol. i might incorporate some things from vol.2 into later chapters, but we will see what happens tomorrow. omg im so excited. anyways, enjoy.

i need to make a masterlist for this fic, but here are the previous chapters.

*warnings: strong language, crying (LOL), your moms name is samantha, last name hughes, blah blah ok ok i hope you enjoy!

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The next morning came with an air of opportunity and excitement. The sun rose, just as you did, shining brightly, fully rested, ready for a day full of confidence. The small rays poked through your curtains, kissing your face, as you opened your eyes, and awoke, you smiled.

You knew it was going to be a good day.

You were fully rested, studied, and you knew you were going to kick that ACT’s ass. Just as you promised your mother, you would get in that good, prestigious college, you would get that good, six-figure paying career, and move her far away from Hawkins, where she would no longer have to live the pace of the small town life, and run a family pizza parlor. You had big dreams, and you knew you were going to accomplish them.

 Feeling particularly giddy, you swung your feet over to get out of bed, stretching as you went over to your nightstand drawer, and pulled out a personal mixtape filled with your favorite songs. You would only pull out this bad boy when you knew you needed to up the ante for your ego. 

Loading the tape in your boombox sitting on your dresser, the first song, “Everything She Wants” by Wham! Jamming out of the speakers. Going into your closet, bobbing your head and shifting your body to the music, you picked a particular outfit, one that you wanted to reflect your mood. Finally, feeling satisfied with your choices, you jumped in the shower, all the while the music was still loudly playing in the background. You smiled at the thought of knowing your mom would come knocking at your door, complaining the music was too loud, even though she secretly enjoyed it. 

However, the knock never came.

As you got out of the shower and dressed yourself, you turned the music off, noting the eerie, still, quietness of the house. You looked at Luster, still sitting idly on your bed, by now, he would’ve been following your mother around as she fixed coffee and sat on the porch. 

“Ma must’ve had a late night, huh, Lusty?” You crouched down beside the bed and rubbed his head, him producing a small “mew.” You opened your door, walking out into your hallway, noting the deafening silence. Something just didn’t feel quite right. There was no TV playing the morning news, babbling on and on about small town issues, there was no smell of coffee, no chirps of birds as your mother always left the kitchen window open in the mornings. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. The air was empty, devoid of any life. 

“Ma..?” You croaked through the thick silence, you slowly walked to the living room. The TV was off, its black screen reflecting you walking up to it, the couch was empty, the recliner, all of it, empty. The front door was shut, your mother was not out in her rocking chair peacefully watching the innocent nature play before her. The kitchen, too, there was no smell of the particularly pungent coffee she would drink, the frying pan she cooked bacon in yesterday still sitting on the stove. It was as if time had stopped completely in your little home. 

“Ma!” You called out again, feeling a drop in your stomach, you ran back to her bedroom, surely, maybe, she just slept in right? You busted through her door, your body feeling heavy, like a ton of bricks fell on you as soon as you saw her bed. 

Empty. Nothing. No one was in it. The covers, still pulled back like yesterday evening before she left for work. Her pillow still having the slight indentation on it from where her head lay. She never made her bed, she was too much of a busy woman for that, you always scolded her for it. Her bedside lamp was even still on. Now, you realized, 

She never made it home. 

“Ma… Ma..” Your voice started to crack as tears began to well up in your eyes, dragging over to her bed, where you collapsed at the end, knees on the ground and your face in the covers, “Please… Ma..” 

You began to sob like a baby who just lost their toy. You were at a loss for words, your mind rushing with the thousand possibilities of what could’ve happened to your mother last night after you hung up the phone. You felt immense guilt as you remembered hanging up on her before she could even say “I love you back,” you felt so incredibly selfish. You were worried about feeling rested for a stupid test, you felt so happy to go to bed, not even knowing what happened to your poor mother. 

“Ma,” was all you could utter through sobs of continued crying. Maybe she would walk up behind you and say, “I’m here, sugar,” rub your head and say, “It’s alright. Don’t you go crying now.” 

It never happened. All that you heard behind you was a soft “meow” from Luster, as he nuzzled up against your leg. Lifting your heavy head up from your breakdown, you looked down at him, with solemn eyes, “She’s gone, Luster.” 

Luster just stared back, though, with those full yellow eyes of his. He didn’t comprehend. How you wished to be him right now, the only concern of your life being eating and human affection. 

As you pet him tenderly, holding him in your lap, your eyes shot up at the bedside lamp that suddenly started to flick. Not flick regularly, it began to go crazy, like a wild bull at a rodeo.

“What the fuck..?” You whispered to yourself, suddenly Luster began to dart out of your arms, meowing aggressively at the lamp. Then, the ceiling light began to flick wildly too, Luster becoming increasingly more aggressive as the chaos ensued. 

“Shit!” You became scared out of your wits, your mom is possibly gone, now a fucking demon is haunting your house? Running to your room to grab your keys and bag, the flickering lights followed you, now your bedroom lamp began to flicker, in a wild rhythm, just like the other lights. You then ran to the kitchen, where it stopped momentarily, but you looked up at the parlor light as it began to go wild too.

“Fuck, Lusty!” You grabbed him, hauling ass out of the door, onto the porch, “We’re getting the fuck out of here!” 

Luster, however, had other plans, he jumped out of your arms and ran behind the house, disappearing off into the deep woods behind your house. 

“Lusty!” You screamed, but you felt no use in running after him, your energy drained after the many turns of events that happened this morning. 

You exhaled, plopping down on the porch steps, head in your hands and squeezing your temples, wondering what you are possibly going to do now. 

“Focus.. (Name),” You murmured to yourself, “You can’t let your nerves get the best of you like that, it isn’t what Ma would want…” Trailing off your pep talk, you lifted your head to look out into your neighborhood scenery, hoping to find an answer in the space in front of you. 

You knew out of all things, you had to go down to the police station and report your mom’s disappearance. You didn’t care if your mom had only been gone for 12 hours, it was out of character for her, you knew something had gone wrong. It was time for you to be a big, adult, independent (Name). You stood up, collecting your wits, you were going to put on a stern face, march down to the Hawkins police station, and tell Powell about your mother’s disappearance, clear and cold cut. Jiggling your keys in your hand, you walked towards your car, reading your watch: 7:55 A.M.  

You completely disregarded school.

                                                                    ~ 

Pulling your car into the smooth concrete parking lot of the police department, you turned your car off, putting your hands on the wheel, inhaling a huge breath. You exhaled, “Okay.. (Name).. You’ve got this.” However, your hands still shook, you were still at a loss for words from this morning, and your eyes were still puffy and red from the tearshed. Once again, you took another inhale and exhale, woo-saying as you got out of your car, and headed to the door. 

Before you could even open it, a familiar male figure opened the door instead, swinging to the outside. 

“Ah..! Samantha’s kid..” The male stated in a snarky-toned voice, his glasses sitting haphazardly on his face, “What are you doing here? Giving your mom trouble?”

“Officer.. Callahan..” You breathed, God you couldn’t stand him, especially since you knew he sucked up to your mom just because of his huge infatuation with her, “No, actually, this is more serious.”

Your serious face and tone gave him an implication to shut up with the jokes, Good going, (Name), that’ll keep his stupid mouth quiet, you thought to yourself.

“Oh… Come in then.” His tone became shaky upon seeing your expression, walking past him, you turned the corner to go to the front desk, when he put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Is she okay?” His eyes went wild with worry, his breath down your neck, “Your mom, is she-”

You interrupted him, it was a fresh wound for you, hot tears beginning to well up in your eyes, you turned your face to him, “Callahan, she’s-”

“Callahan, let the kid go.” You heard a stern, cold, monotone voice. Powell, you recognized instantly. His presence was commanding. The grip off your shoulder lifted, and you quickly wiped the forming tears out of your eyes, facing him with as much determination as you could for the given circumstances. 

“Hughes, what are you doing here? Something the matter?” He looked at you with a little concern, and you just nodded your head yes, barely able to produce syllables. 

“Alright, come back to my office,” Callahan began to follow you two, when Powell pointed a finger, “You, stay out here, I don’t need you overwhelming them again.” He scoffed and stomped off, murmuring something under his breath about a “troublesome kid.” 

Nervously stepping into the office, you gripped the bottom of your shirt tightly, as if you would fall into a million pieces if you let go of the fabric. Powell sat down comfortably, watching your nervous form with confusion, “You can sit down, Hughes.” He gestured to the seat across his desk, you obliged, sitting down slowly, taking a breath in. 

No one spoke for a few moments, then Powell cut the silence short, “So, what’s going on?”

You looked up at him, still gripping the bottom of your shirt, when you decided to let go, you can’t be scared, (Name), you’re here for one reason only, not to play around. 

“My mother,” You started, “She’s gone.” 

“What?” Powell questioned, his flat expression turning into a confused one, “What do you mean ‘she’s gone’?”

“She didn’t come home last night after work.” You looked down again at the floor, “She was already late last night, so I called her, she picked up, we spoke, said goodnight, and she never came home.” 

Powell’s eyebrows raised at your rather… simple explanation, however he got his notepad out of his desk and began writing. 

“And, what time was this?” He asked as he began to write scribbled details down. 

“I called her around 11:45 last night, she usually comes home around 10:30 after closing up shop.”

He nodded his head as he wrote down details, then asked, “Was she in contact with anyone that you know of before she disappeared?” 

“Um,” You tried to remember if she mentioned anyone, “She said she talked with Mrs. Karen Wheeler for a while before closing, which is why she was going to be late in the first place.”

“Did you… call the Wheelers?” He looked at you as if that was an obligation for you to do, you just shook your head no, feeling slight defeat rise up your neck. 

“Well, (Name),” Powell sighed, “It’s only been 8 hours since you last heard from your mother, we will look into it, but we won’t let it go public until she hasn’t come back for a day or so.” 

“What?!” You exclaimed, blurting your thoughts out loud, “Why? Why would you not let it go public? This is my mother, for God’s sakes, this isn’t like her to be gone even for 5 hours!”

Your anger seethed through your words, and Powell just kept his stern, straight face, “(Name), please, calm down… we have other cases to look into, your mother already reported dead animals around her property, we are looking into that, as well. Maybe it has something to do with this, like I said, we will look into it.”

You shook your head, look into it, you thought, as if it’s a neighbor filing a complaint about loud teenagers having a party every weekend.

“Shouldn’t you be in school, anyways? It’s 9:15,” He looked up at the clock, your stomach dropped to the ground, school…

Fuck, you forgot.

You hurried out of his office, hearing Callahan’s retort as you walked out of the door, “Get to school kid!” You offered him a middle finger, not even bothering to turn around to see his shocked expression, as if you had killed his dog. 

“I thought Samantha raised that kid better than that!” He looked at Powell, who just shook his head and walked back into his office, seemingly stressed with the situation at his hands.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You slammed your fist against the steering wheel, as you brung your forehead down on it. You were late for school, almost 2 hours, missing a test that decided your fate as a future committed member of society, or a failure wishing on a prayer for a better life.

Your shoulders dropped in defeat as you raised your head off the steering wheel, your eyes, red and extremely swollen, your hairstyle now messy, disheveled, as you had wrung your hands through it out of nervousness. 

As you crank your car up, you felt nothing but pure despair in the pit of your stomach, as you stared into the brown building of the police department. They were your beacon of hope, the trust dwindling away, and now you were slowly becoming lost on what to do about your mother. 

                                                       ~

You weren’t here.

You weren’t here, and that’s when Henry knew something was wrong. He looked up, turning his attention away from the test to your empty seat, the first hour passed, maybe you overslept? 

But then, the second hour came, and you still weren’t there, sitting in the seat beside him, acting like you didn’t want to talk to him, but babbling his head off. Henry put the top part of the pencil in his mouth, nibbling slowly at the eraser, dwelling on what could’ve caused you to be late. You took that ACT test too seriously just to miss an entire day of school, or even be late, and the anxiety began to build in his chest. He then turned confused, why did he care about you so much anyways? First, your expression after you saw the mauled animal, and now, you being late, something of your own consequences. Now look, you’ve got him strayed away from his test, not even focusing on what’s important. 

The sound of a loud door being slammed open led him out of his thoughts, everyone in the classroom directing their attention to the source of the disturbance. 

There you were.

There you were, standing, disheveled, panting, as if you ran the 100-mile marathon of your life just to get here. Henry took in your appearance, shocked, you looked… unsightly. Your hair was all over the place, your eyes red and swollen, purple bags forming under your face, almost an empty cocoon of what (Name) usually comes to school like. 

However, he became slightly excited seeing you, especially when you both made brief eye contact. Seeing your grotesque appearance, he wanted to do nothing but get up and go over to you, and ask you what’s wrong. He wanted to solve your problems, he wanted to be the solution.

Wait, what? He thought, pushing the ramblings to the back of his head, directing his attention down to his test, trying to prevent eye contact with you from happening again. 

“(Name)!” Mr. Brown exclaimed, “Are you insane?! Step out of the classroom, now!”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, turning around and waiting out in the hall for the angry, short man, not noticing Chrissy trying to make eye contact with you to ensure if you were okay. 

The next ten minutes went with you essentially begging with all your life to let Mr. Brown let you take the ACT, despite being late. You tried your best to explain your circumstances, without the grisly details, citing a “family emergency,” as your reason for tardiness. You weren’t exactly lying, you just didn’t want to cry again thinking about what happened earlier in the morning. He finally gave in, allowing you to go in and take the test, however saying he would report this incident to the counselor, fine, you didn’t care. 

You sat down, beginning your test, not even paying attention to Henry looking at you with an expression one could only identify as caring. As you were going through your test, you saw a small sheet of paper make its way into your vision on your desk. 

“Meet me in the courtyard at lunch.”

You turned to look at Henry, the obvious owner of the note, but he was back focusing on his test.

                                                                      ~

Lunch came, walking out into the humid air of an Indiana spring, you looked up at the sky, shielding your eyes from the bright afternoon sun.

It was a pretty day, an ironic shame of your ugly circumstances. 

You wearily walked over to the table where you and Henry sat last, sitting down, and sighing. Your body felt like it held the weight of a thousand burdens, which to you, it did. You felt guilt rising again in your mind, thinking of your mother, her voice, you didn’t even allow her to speak what would’ve been the last words you heard from her: “I love you too, goodnight, sugar.” 

However you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, seeing Henry’s figure come into view, you already felt like you knew what he wanted. He was going to ask why you looked so unfortunate, you knew, it was in his curious, but caring nature. You just questioned why he cared so much. 

He walked up to the table, sitting down across from you, giving you that thousand yard stare again, you just looked away, not feeling up to any particularly awkward advances today. 

“(Name),” He finally spoke, “Are you okay?” 

It was a plain and simple question really, but you couldn’t help but feel your chest become heavy again. The question was one that broke you into a thousand pieces all over again. 

“Yes, I am fine.” You lied with a shaky voice, feeling everything you’ve been through hit you like a train. That didn’t phase him to leave you alone, he saw right through those words.

“No.” Henry flatly stated, looking at you with a serious expression, “No, you are not. What is wrong?” 

That did it for you. You felt tears spilling out of your eyes, like a river bursting through a weak dam, your weak facade not able to conceal the sadness you felt. 

Henry got up from his adjacent seat at the table, and quickly sat beside you, awkwardly placing his arm around your shoulders. This quick embrace surprised you, you’d never felt touch like this other than from your mother, you just looked up at him with tear-ridden eyes. He just looked at you solemnly, as if he felt sorry for you, and you hated it. You hated appearing so weak, so defenseless, you needed your shell, your comfort, the facade you put on everyday to come back. However, it never came, and you allowed the embrace to happen, you melted into it. You dug your head into the slight cavity between his chest and armpit, crying harder into his shirt, and he never pulled away, he only held you closer. You pinched his shirt tight while releasing your emotions, breathing in his slight smell of fresh laundry detergent and subtle vanilla cologne, something that kept you gravitating more into his comfort. 

When you finished your small episode, you backed away slowly, his arms releasing you carefully as if you were a piece of porcelain glass. Looking at the mess you made on his shirt: tears, snot, and possibly other things you didn’t want to think about, you just uttered, “I’m sorry..”

“No, no, you are fine,” Henry rested his hand on top of your idly seated hand, another sign of his affection that you recalled. 

Embarrassment took over as you realized what just happened. You just confided in Henry Hopper’s arms. The boy that you swore annoyed you upon the day you almost ran over his sister. Even naming that stupid frog after him. Yet, here you are, weak, wavering, opening up to him, feeling your pride slowly suffocating.

Here you go again, about to make the puncture wound in your pride even deeper, “My mom, Henry, she’s …. She’s gone.” 

“Gone?” Henry looked perplexed, “She didn’t come home?” 

“Yeah, after closing her shop last night, she didn’t come home,” You breathed, adding, “I talked to her last, I told her I loved her, I hung up the phone, and I didn’t even give her the chance to say it back, I-”

“(Name). Breathe, again,” He squeezed your hand a little tighter, “You didn’t have any knowledge of this happening, okay?”

His voice was so comforting, like warm blankets after a cold day, he made the pain feel a bit easier, but even he knew the guilt wouldn’t go away that easily, you were too hard on yourself. 

You simply nodded, looking down at the ground, searching for some of your old humanity, but none to be found. 

“I told the police,” Henry looked at your face again, which was now hidden by your disheveled hair, “They didn’t seem too concerned. They aren’t going to let it go public unless she is missing for over 24 hours.” He didn’t say anything, just offering comfort physically by massaging the top of your hand with his thumb, an attempt to calm your now shaking knee. 

“Then..” Damn, you were just easily unraveling yourself to him, “The lights in my house..” 

Henry’s breath stopped in his throat, now looking with seriousness formed on his face. 

“The lights in my house are going crazy, flickering all over the place, like a ghost is haunting me.” Before Henry could question you further, a female voice called out your name in concern. 

It was Chrissy, walking quickly over to you, worry present in her endearing eyes, “Are you okay? What happened? Why were you late this morning?”

Questions, questions, too many questions, you thought, it reminded you of Callahan at the police station.

You turned to the side to say something to Henry again, but you were too caught up with answering Chrissy to notice his now empty presence. 

                                                              ~

After you confided in someone for the second time today to Chrissy, you walked to your locker to prepare for your final class of the day. You and Chrissy parted ways, promising that she wouldn’t tell a soul of your mother’s disappearance until it went public. You felt a little worried, but you trusted her, after all, you knew Chrissy was a genuine girl… 

Hopefully, you thought. Your mind then skipped back to Henry, embarrassment seeping into your face as you remembered literally screaming into his arms. It made you cringe, but you tried to be easy on yourself, you were going through something that the average human being didn’t have to deal with. 

Opening your locker, you huffed thinking about your boring history class, but your attention gravitated toward the ground as you noticed a piece of torn notebook paper fell out of it. 

Picking it up, you wondered who was being a stalker, turning it over, you recognized the neat handwriting.

There was a phone number. Words followed under it:

“Call me later. We need to finish our discussion. -H.”

~

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