#lie. i could. i do not Want to do this whole fucking paper by myself

[vulpinesaint]

do professors offer a "got stuck with a stupid partner" condolence grade

[theemporium]

hmmmmm and perhaps also wrapping presents with Nico? perhaps Nico & Honey (if you’re feeling it)? i am an enabler (of you or myself, who’s to say)

what can i say, i am easily enabled👹thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Holy shit.”

Nico’s cheeks burned as he stared helplessly at the pile in front of him before turning to you, a sheepish smile on his face. “Okay so maybe I went a little insane with the twins’ Christmas gifts this year.”

You snorted before you could stop yourself. “A little?” 

“A lot,” Nico conceded. 

You placed your hands on your hips, staring at the pile with a determined look on your face. “This is a whole toy store.” 

“They deserve it,” Nico argued weakly. 

“They do,” you agreed, flashing him a smile. “But you are probably gonna have a lot of regrets in an hour.”

Which, truthfully, Nico thought you were exaggerating about because how bad could wrapping presents really be?

The answer was bad. 

Really fucking bad. 

Like, he is pretty sure he is going to have to spend longer with the massage therapists tomorrow after practice because Nico has learnt the hard way that wrapping presents does not do you any favours for your back.

“Now I know where the twins get their theatrics from,” you teased as you watched the way Nico starfished across the floor, surrounded by unravelling rolls of wrapping paper and tape. 

“Bet Santa doesn’t have to do this,” Nico grumbled, turning his head to look at you with those classic Hischier puppy dog eyes. 

“He doesn’t,” you nodded, pressing your lips together to hide your grin. “He has elves. Congrats, Captain, you’re an elf now.”

Nico frowned. 

You shook your head, kicking your leg out to nudge his ribs. “C’mon, we are almost half way done.”

“No, we aren’t.”

“Yeah, but I thought you’d appreciate the lie.”

Nico huffed out a laugh, letting out a groan as he pushed himself to sit up again. “I really didn’t appreciate how much my parents did for Christmas when I was younger.”

Your smile softened a little as you watched Nico stare helplessly at the toy he had been trying to wrap before. “You’re doing a great job, Nico.”

“It looks like an elf wrapped these blindfolded after too many glasses of eggnog,” Nico muttered, his brows furrowing together when he saw the leg of a stuffed toy sticking out the wrapped present. 

“I mean it,” you said again, a little more serious and sincere as his eyes snapped up to look at you. 

Nico swallowed, trying to push down the emotions that were threatening to bubble up since the month of December started. Ever since the twins were born, he always had family out here in Jersey with him for the holidays. This was the first time it was just him—and you, which he thanked every single day because he couldn’t imagine doing any of this without you—and saying he was stressed was an understatement.

It was probably one of the first years where the twins were actually aware of the festivities happening around them. He didn’t want to ruin those memories. 

“I just want to make it magical for them,” he confessed, reminding himself to keep his voice low despite the fact the twins were fast asleep in their bedroom, that they had been for the last few hours. 

“You are,” you smiled, leaning over to gently squeeze his knee. “You are giving them the most perfect Christmas.”

“Wouldn’t be able to do it without you,” he murmured, soft and sweet and sincere. 

You grinned. “We make a good team, Hischier.” 

His heart flipped at your words. “Yeah, we do.”

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Leto! Joker x side chick! Reader ig…

1248 words

Barely proofread ts so i’m so sorry if u see errors

pt 2

Description: You work at one of Joker’s clubs and he starts to take an interest in you….

Every night there would be presents and money left on my small table in my small ass kitchen in this small ass apartment. 

It all started when I finally learned the real identity of my boss’s boss’s boss at the club I worked at. I really needed money desperately for my family who lived out of the country. I’m currently working on the papers so they can gain legal presence but until then I need to work hard and study hard. 

At the club I worked at, they paid me better than most places and I would be able to go to university in the daytime and work at night. 

The club was pretty high class, there were many high profile politicians who were VIPs. Given that they were even at a club, they were most if not all sleezebags who tried to hit on the staff to the point that I could file sexual harassment charges. But nevermind that. 

The club was so high class and full of VIPs that I didn’t expect it to be owned by the biggest crime lord in this city, the Joker. This whole city was corrupt in and out. Even if I tried to file those sexual harassment charges I would’ve been shut up instantly. 

When I saw this head of green hair and his pale deathly looking skin and his red lips that I couldn’t tell if it was lipstick or blood, I tried my best to not be noticed by him. 

Though he looked like a corpse he was extremely attractive. Maybe in another universe I would actually try to get at him. Well and if his fellow Clown Queen of Crime didn't exist. She frightens me even more than Joker. Well actually that’s a lie but as a girl I can say that we’re ruthless when it comes to boyfriends and husbands and such. Too blind and in too much love to use actual reason.

Harley’s beautiful though they genuinely look good together. 

I went over to Joker’s table where he was talking to (or more like taunting) his client to drop off the drinks. It seemed that everyone else already knew what his regular drink was and his client’s. 

I tried my best not to mess up or to not loudly drop the drinks because at this moment I could actually not stop my whole body from shaking. They continued talking about their deal without even looking at me. I kept a friendly smile on my face. 

I walked off a bit quickly because I was terrified. Yet I felt like someone was staring right at me. I quickly turned my head and all I could see in that moment was Joker with his usual devilishly grin looking straight at me. My blood ran cold. 

When I was out of his sight I closed my eyes and started to pray. 

‘Dear God, please forgive me for any sins I have committed for I do not want to die tonight. I have too much to live for so please don’t let me die. Thank you for everything you have blessed me with Lord, amen.’ 

I was crying internally. 

Literally was gonna kill myself right then and there. But I brought myself back to reality and back to work. 

Whenever I would come to work the Joker would be there with Harley. 

I literally think I’m going crazy because I think he keeps looking straight at me…. With his girlfriend/wife/partner in crime which was even worse. Yeah he was hot but cheating men are scum of the Earth. And Joker’s a mass murderer and other stuff. To be honest I kinda forgot I’ve been too busy with school to care about politics….

I finally got a shift off and a day off of school today. I’m just gonna sleep and lounge around and be fat. I got out of my bed to go get some more ice cream in my kitchen. 

It felt a bit unnerving when I was in the kitchen, like someone was watching me. I shook off the feeling because I had locks on every single window and door. The crime in my country is a bit bad so Gotham wasn’t that much different. 

As soon as I turned around to go back to my bedroom with my ice cream in hand…

“Boo!” 

“What the fuck?!” I screamed so loud that I dropped my bowl of ice cream and it shattered. 

“The look on your face doll… it’s so… funny!” The intruder was the Joker and he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop laughing at my reaction. 

“…” I just stood there in silence thinking about how that bowl was so expensive…

I didn’t want my floor to be sticky so I started picking up shards of the really expensive bowl. 

“Aww~ Are you.. mad doll~?” He teased me with his usual grin. 

“Not really, I’m just a little sad because this bowl was really expensive.” I sighed to myself. 

“If that’s it then here.” Joker tossed money at me. 

“Um… It’s okay I’ll just work for it back.” My mom always taught me that I shouldn’t accept money and that I should always offer to pay so I gave that money back to him. 

“Just take it Doll, think of it as my~ first~ gift~ to~ you~” he really emphasized on the last part like really. 

He got comfy and sat down on a table chair as I cleaned the floor from the sticky mess. 

That sounds a little wrong, I just mean my ice cream trust…

After cleaning it all, it occurred to me…

Why and how did the Joker get into my apartment…

My blood ran cold. I feel like I could turn into a reptile with how much my blood goes cold. 

“I liked seeing you at my club but I like seeing you in this shaggy apartment more.” He looked at me. 

“Um… how did you get in here?” I spoke quietly afraid I would somehow strike a nerve. 

“It was easy! I broke your window.” He spoke like he just finished climbing Mt. Everest. 

My mouth dropped to the floor. 

Like I tried to close it but it just wouldn't. 

“…” 

“What~? Cat got your tongue Doll?” He grinned. 

I’m actually going to kill myself. 

At this point I hope he pulls out the glock 19 and shoots me….

Wait but all my windows are barred up…

I looked into my living room and realized there was glass everywhere and the metal bar was stretched apart enough where it would fit the Joker perfectly. 

Calculating the cost in my head I actually started to cry. Tears ran down my face. 

I would be fine if I picked up a few extra shifts but I had to study more because finals were coming up. I’ll have to cut down on food and sleep…

The Joker awkwardly patted my back. 

“Here’s some more money Princess.” 

“I.. Cant accept it.” I said between sniffles and pushed his money back to him. 

He suddenly grabbed my head with both his hands and made me stare him in the eye. 

“Take. The. Money. Princess. Or else I’ll shove it down your throat.” His face was way too close to mine. 

“Thank you…” I tried my best to smile while he was still manhandling my head. 

He kissed me out of literally nowhere. 

My blood went cold again. 

I don’t want to be a mistress or some side bitch….

And Harley’s gonna kill me……

Yet it felt so good. 

[euripidestrousers]

The Bridget Jones Wolfstar AU that No One Asked For

Dear Diary, 

Even writing those words makes me physically ill so I’d like to start this off by disclosing that getting a diary was not my idea. 

You see, my best friend, James - excellent, wonderful best friend who has recently become a family man by choice, and has therefore become one of the most insufferable people on earth - gave me this diary and said it’s either this or he’s buying me therapy because one more rubbish one-week relationship of mine is going to kill him.

And I don’t need a fucking therapist, so here you are, and here I am. I feel better already.

(haha)

Dear Diary, 

James might be onto something. Today I found myself smoking my third morning cigarette while drinking my coffee and muttering that the drive to work is going to be hell because of the rain. 

I’ve become my father. 

Of course, I asked James if he ever looks in the mirror and sees Monty staring back and if it makes him want to buy a motorbike and he replied, ‘Uh, I’m literally his son, we look alike. Are you okay?’

My thirty third birthday is coming up. 

Please don’t let this be a mid-life crisis. I’m not in a relationship because I don’t want one, and haven’t had one in over ten years because the men in London either want to meet you in the park or meet your parents. It’s the last hour of the buffet and all that’s left is the salad. And I don’t need a relationship either. James and Lily are a match made in heaven since the first time he told her ugly friend he was ugly (rightfully so, the man is still hideous and a complete prick), and she told him to watch his fucking mouth. Made for each other.

But the last time I met a guy that made me laugh and was any sort of attractive and not a complete knob about being attractive, was over three years ago. 

Ie, it’s not for me. End of story.

I bought a motorbike

Dear Diary, 

I’m going to do away with the whole ‘dear diary’ thing, it makes me feel like a schoolgirl and if James ever finds you when we’re drunk he’s going to read out at least one embarrassing entry at me. They’re all embarrassing. 

I went on a blind date today.

“Long black for… Sirish?”

What? Oh. That vague jumble of mush must have been his name. Sirius grabs the takeaway cup and makes for the door briskly. He has the Binkley case to catch up on and write a piece on by the end of the week and he’s still not clear who the man is. A football star perhaps? He’s still being sidelined into the sports area of the paper because he did football for a year. Nevermind that he has an interest in politics and would very much like to report on where the country will be in ten years if it keeps going-

J: You busy after work?

Sirius grins, flopping his jacket over one arm to type back to James Potter, best friend and inarguably lesser half of Lily Potter. 

S: drinks?

J: I have a one year old

S: too early for him to start?

S: kidding. Don’t tell Lily. She’s already started making him take his helmet every time I take him for a day. 

J: It’s not for drinks. Lily has a friend who’s just come to town. I thought maybe you could show him around.

S: Worst lie ever. 

J: I haven’t had coffee yet.

J: It’s actually true though. He just came to town and doesn’t know anyone other than Lily, and Harry has a cold so we’re both staying home.

J: He’s quite attractive I’m told. Lily told me to say ‘tall Martin Freeman’, and that you’d know what it means

S: Potter, if I was so desperate that I would open to a blind date, I definitely wouldn’t start with any of Lily’s friends, they’re all college professors and about 50 years old. 

J: He’s 37

S: He has elbow patches. Guaranteed. Bet he says ‘but the Torries are actually not as conservative as they’re made out to be.’

S: Bet he has a mahogany desk and wanks to Aristotle

J: Jesus christ

J: Photo sent

Sirius glances down uninterestedly and sees a photo of a man. But instead of the expected stuffy looking balding man with a sour face, as most of Lily’s fellow professors are to be fair, instead he’s looking at a tall, brown haired man with flecks of grey at the temples and smiling softly at the camera, and he’s well, he’s not not handsome. Tall Martin Freeman is actually quite right. Hello.

He brings the phone closer to examine the photo as he blindly barges into the office building with the large Get Up, Britain sign gaudy and bright above him. 

The man is younger on second glance, although he is wearing a suit jacket with elbow patches (told you, Jamie), and standing a little awkwardly, like he’s not used to photos being taken of him, and it’s entirely likely that he’s more accustomed to being nose deep in a book ninety percent of the time. 

He’s shagged worse. 

S: I was right about the elbow patches

J: I really tried to find one without them too

J: But he sounds nice. Funny. Lily likes him, she talks about him all the time. They were prefects together in school and used to bunk off and smoke behind the bins

One the one hand: prefect. Disgusting. Hall monitors. Pigs-to-be, snooty, law-abiding to the most irritating degree (Lily being the exception, of course). On the other hand: smoking behind the bins is more his style. Speaking of, he’d love one right now-

J: I really think you’d like him. Even just friends. Moving cities is lonely and he sounds alright. He likes Manchester U?

S: Fine, I’m free after 6

S: Don’t yell at me if I shag him, work has been shit.

So that’s how Sirius finds himself, half past six, swearing up a storm and running with his tote bag over his head in the pouring rain, late for his blind date (or something).

He slams into the restaurant door, shaking himself off like a wet dog, his casual Friday jeans and black t-shirt soaking wet, his shoulder length, black hair is dripping around his face, hoping his laptop has survived, and shivering like a chihuahua at a children’s party. 

“Uh, I’m here for uh-” he consults his phone again and reads the name to the maitre d, “Reh-mus?”

“It’s Remus, actually”, comes a soft voice from his left. 

Sirius turns quickly and immediately drenches the man standing at his elbow in droplets of water from his hair and coat. Tall Martin Freeman indeed - he has one of those faces that’s even better in person, where the way he stoops his shoulders and holds himself makes him look soft and welcoming, and the warm lighting gives him that attractive, cozy professor look, rather than an uptight old man.

“Oh”, Sirius grins quickly, hoping his dazzling smile will make up for their flimsy introduction, “Right, Sirius. Are you still waiting for a table-?”

“I er, well, I was about to leave actually”, Remus says, glancing at the maitre d awkwardly, “You’re quite late.”

Sirius’ smile freezes. Well, then. 

“Got caught up at work”, he replies stiffly, brushing his hair back and letting his eyes go cold, “If you’d prefer we don’t-”

“No, no, of course not”, Remus appears to snap back, as if remembering his manners and seeming oddly distracted, “Please, let’s sit. You look like you could use a drink.”

Sirius runs his tongue along his bottom lip as he follows Remus to the table and wonders if that was a slight about him looking like a drowned rat. He notices the man has worn an absolutely hideous brown jumper that wouldn’t be out of place in an aged care home, so he doesn’t really have the right to judge Sirius’ appearance. 

“Wine?” The waiter offers politely. It’s a nice place - James said Lily had picked it because she thought Remus would like it. It is a little stuffy, honestly. Something his parents might have stopped by and deemed adequate, which is to say, the beer is fucking overpriced, Jesus-

“I’ll have the Stout again, please”, Remus answers briskly, nodding at Sirius to order his.

“Uh, yeah, Stout. Cheers”, Sirius adds, dumping his bag beneath the table and trying to surreptitiously dry his hair in the napkin. Remus looks away as if embarrassed by him. Swot.

“So, you know Lily through school?” Sirius starts, unable to keep the boredom completely out of his voice. 

“Yes. I take it you know James through yours”, Remus answers, very politely but also sounding just as bored. 

“Yeah, grew up together”, Sirius nods. 

Remus doesn’t say anything to that, just hums and sips some water. 

It’s fucking awkward. Normally, Sirius would give him an ultimatum - ‘look, do you want to liven it up a bit and turn this into a fun one-night thing? Because otherwise, I’m not feeling it and I’ve got work to do.’

But Lily knows this guy, they have mutual friends, and if this isn’t what makes blind dates the most excruciating, hellish thing on earth, worse than job interviews, worse than-

“I don’t really do blind dates”, Remus says suddenly, and then blinks as if he hadn’t meant to say anything at all.

“Right”, Sirius says, bewildered. 

“I, er, the dating scene. Not really my thing”, he says quietly, still not looking Sirius in the eye, “But I just moved here from Wales and I don’t know anyone, so this doesn’t have to be… anything. Just-”

“Oh- oh yeah. Fine with me”, Sirius finds himself swallowing down a touch of regret, offended really, because he’s not used to someone not immediately being ready to come home with him. “I’m not really looking for anything and blind dates are, well - eugh, you know? Like, thanks, my friends think I can’t get laid on my own or something so they set me up with whoever they think isn’t a serial killer, like any gay dude will do-”

“Yes, well”, Remus says tightly, taking another sip, “I rather thought Lily knew me better than that.”

His tone is rather pointed and Sirius realises he’s let his mouth run. Well… to be fair, the guy is kind of a snob. What was Lily thinking anyway?

“Yeah”, he agrees through his teeth, crossing his arms and legs and sitting back in his chair to wait for his beer. Maybe he can make an excuse after one drink. He can’t be friends with someone who doesn’t have a sense of humour and if this bloke doesn’t want to be a one-night stand, then he’d much rather be home. Alone.

“Is there anything around here you’d recommend?” Remus tries, voice clipped and still sounding slightly offended, “Restaurants? More importantly, ones you don’t recommend?”

“There’s a place that does turkey curry. It’s awful.”

“What? What curry?” The tightness in Remus’ face slips momentarily and he looks genuinely bewildered. He’s actually not a bad looker when he’s not frowning. 

“Turkey. It’s as bad as it sounds. Actually it’s worse, like eating a lamb burrito, it’s just not right. Shittest fucking curry and it’s as bad going in as it is bad going ou-”

“Two Stouts.”

The waiter delivers their beers and they fade off into silence as they drink. 

Remus sips delicately, in a way that’s completely inappropriate for a beer, and says awkwardly, “Yes well, thank you for the tip. I’ll rest easy never knowing what turkey curry tastes like.”

“Yeah, I mean, if you can avoid it then I guess this date wasn’t a waste after all.”

Remus blinks, expression dropping. 

Oh. Oh fuck. Double fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom”, Remus says abruptly and stands. He stalks away quickly and leaves Sirius gnawing at his lip and furious at both himself and this infuriating man who seems to loathe him, minutes after meeting him and who Lily apparently thinks is nice. 

He’s got other shit to be getting on with, he decides. And this bloke probably shags like a limp fish anyway, an Oxford type that thinks poetry is foreplay and once a month sex is scandalously frequent.

He drains his beer and half of Remus’ for good measure, and heads to the bathroom so he can catch Remus on his way out, only to hear his own name hissed furiously. He sees Remus standing out the front of the restaurant, shoulders raised against the cold and holding the phone to his ear. He steps closer and half opens the door to tell him he’s going to head off when he hears the conversation.

“... how did you think someone like Sirius would be good for me? After the hell I’ve had in the last year? Going on a date with someone like him? He showed up thirty minutes late, dressed like he’s going to a bar playing exclusively Metallica, and insulted me immediately. I told you, I don’t mind being alone for a while, especially after the divorce. I certainly don’t want to be shown around London by a rude, arrogant berk who dresses like a teenager and doesn’t seem to have a filter between his brain and his mouth. He probably thinks the bar scene is-oh”

Remus catches sight of him out of the corner of his eye and he spins. They stare at each other for a few excruciation moments, Remus still holding the phone to his ear. 

Sirius breaks the tension with a forced laugh, “Right. I’m definitely going home.”

“Wait, shit, I’ll call you back”, Remus mutters into the phone and hangs up, stepping forward but Sirius pushes past him, temper steadily rising into a roaring bonfire within his chest.

“Sirius, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“You’re absolutely right, I wouldn’t know the first thing about showing a bloke like you around London”, he turns and says loudly so it carries over the sounds of the cars driving by on the busy street, “You’d be more comfortable in a fucking graveyard, honestly. There’s one ten minutes that way-” he turns his back and points over to the left, calling back over his shoulder, “You’ll find someone much more your speed there, Remus.”

Blind date disastrous as expected. 

Remus fucking Lupin, a professor extraordinaire who wouldn’t be able to find his funny bone if it conked him on the fucking head, is not an exception to the blind date rule, even though he’s easy on the eyes at first glance. At second glance, he is a miserable, dried up academic whose own self-importance has completely consumed him despite dressing like his grandfather for Halloween. 

If this is what my friends think of me, I need to sort my fucking shit out. 

I should have asked him to shag before he opened his stupid fucking mouth. 

[squish36-writes-and-draws]

3 November: Unraveling

Hello everybody and welcome to Keefe wandering around in the forbidden cities, delivered to you each day dracula daily style! Yes the plot is inspired by the crane wives song that I then borrowed for the title. Anyway I'm not done writing this yet and school might make that an issue but I do have a buffer of about a week and a vague plan for where the story will go if keefe allows it so here's hoping for the best.

Word count: 674

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TW: threats of physical violence against Cassius, mild Keefe angst over his new abilities

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I once loved a tailor who took eager care of me Sewed together my loose ends with stitches neat and clean But now my love is gone And I am left unraveling Unraveling

Keefe Sencen's Journal

First day in the Forbidden Cities. No, not even that much. First half a day in the Forbidden cities. Four hours and counting. I still have ink stained on the side of my hand from the letter I left Foster Sophie. I’ve spent most of the day writing and rewriting phrases in my head, wishing I could go back and change things. Change everything. Not embrace the change and all that, but I guess that’s too much to ask now. Exile, I’d go back to before I was summoned into existence like the little science project I am and kick Cassius in the nuts if I were given the chance. Although then I don’t know how I would have existed to do that, but that’s beside the point. I’d figure out a way. Well, to be completely fair, I’d tell Dex to go figure it out but I’d trust him implicitly, which is basically the same thing. It’s a shame I fucked over his entire family before I left. I know I should try to tell myself that it’s just a matter of time, that Rex was always going to be talentless, but now Dex gets to lie to everybody about what could be one of the biggest aspects of Lex’s life. Ah, elvin culture. Such a fair and just system with no flaws whatsoever. Whatever Gisela’s plans are with me, I doubt that particular bombshell was one of them, but it’s something I’ll never forgive her or myself for. I can’t let her promote me from a pawn to a rook, although that's probably already happened. Maybe I’m supposed to be a knight stuck in a 3x3 board, but I’ve found another dimension. I’ve found a way to escape this game. 

Stars, look at this nerd using a chess metaphor unironically. I don’t know if that or the fact that I feel the need to justify myself to a piece of paper is worse. I just know I played (read: lost) a game of chess in some park today, and it was a surprisingly entertaining ten minutes of my life. It’s not like I had anything better to do. Or have anything better to do tomorrow. Or ever. It’s equal parts liberating and daunting that this could be the rest of my existence for thousands of years, or at least as long as the human authorities don’t figure out that I’m here. 

New life goal acquired: be the cranky old man in the park, a menace to society on a microcosmic scale. Just ever so slightly a burden to everyone’s existence. It’s not like I can do a whole lot to contribute to society with my lack of any valid identification or access to a birth fund. You can add that to the list of things I should have asked Dex about before I left, but no, I didn’t think through anything. I’m incapable of making rational decisions. Whatever. It’s still for the best. I’ll figure it out. 

And now I’m here, rambling my thoughts into a diary, of all things. I guess I don’t know why I felt the need to bring a notebook with me from the Forbidden Cities, let alone document my experiences, but it feels…surprisingly unfeeling. Not in the numb way I know is ever approaching on my horizon—I can feel the humans walking down the street blocks away without even trying—but right now, I’m in that perfect sweet spot of just using enough brain power to keep me from going off on three tangents simultaneously but not so much that I actually have to try, because there isn’t a faster way to get me to stop doing something than to make it require effort. I am nothing if not obscenely stubborn when it comes to being minimally productive, even if these last few hundred words are a testament to the opposite phenomenon.

I’m going to give this three days, max before I completely give up on this endeavour. Until then, I shall see thee to-morrow.

[hirsheyskisses]

Novel.

A Whole New World: Pt. 1

Summary: in this new world, you find yourself to be faced with a strange man. He claims to have friends, friends who can help. Help you from what? None of this, nothing in this world feels like your own.

Length: medium.

An: any questions or ideas? Ask away my sweets!

"Oh? Are you finally awake?"

Though soft, and cautious, the sudden voice caused you to practically leap to the ceiling. Your eyes locked onto a man, a man who stood just peeking around the corner at you.

Nothing about him appeared to be immediately threatening, but that didn't change the fact that you'd either been kidnapped, or some inter-dimensional portal had thrown you into his rather dusty house.

Let's be real, it's probably the first option, you think to yourself.

You didn't say a word. Instead, you eyed him. Your hands were raised in front of your body, prepared to perform self defensive tactics should the need arise.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I don't even know how you got here,"

The male rounded the corner fully, allowing you a full view of him. As the sun glistened through, you made mental note of his appearance: he's slim, but doesn't seem weak. A two toned blue hair, dyed, you decided, golden earrings, piercing blue eyes- and heels? You dig it. Doesn't change the fact you don't trust him. He wore a tight black shirt and pants, but over that was a white cloak with what appeared to be card designs.

"Yeah right," you scoffed, "you do a horrible job kidnapping me and come up with an even worse lie! Atleast come up with something a little less lame than 'I don't know how you got here.'"

Was passing off your captor a good idea? Definitely not. But you did it anyways.

"Hey now," He complained, "you didn't even give me a chance to explain what happened! This is breaking and entering.

"Besides, if I was gonna kidnap you, I would've tied you up or something so you can't escape."

He tapped the side of his head as though forcefully visualizing the thought of 'logic' in your mind. Well fuck. He had a point, but that didn't make you trust him.

"I can guess by your reaction you're just as confused as I am. Or, was. You've been out for a couple of hours, and I had time to discuss with a friend possibilities of what could've happened.

"Allow me to introduce myself- I'm Ike Eveland. A novelist - you just so happened to be thrown into my house."

Ike, his name was. He stared at you expectantly, and you realized he wanted you to introduce yourself as well. Understandable.

"(Name.) (Full name.) ...nice to.. meet you? My memory feels fuzzy. ...so you're.. not a kidnapper?"

This time Ike let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "No. I just happen to be who you stumbled across. Say, where are you from?"

It was concerning how comfortable Ike looked about this whole situation. Your mind felt fuzzy and you could barely even remember the answer the question he asked. Why was he so okay with this? What did he know that you didn't? More importantly, why didn't he call the cops on you?

"...From (location). Are we anywhere near there?"

"...huh? Where's that?"

"In (district/state) , (country). Why?"

Ike suddenly looked confused. You didn't understand why, so you threw out, "on (continent)." That made him even more confused, and he motioned down the hall. "...follow me."

As the he led the way, you realized what a long hallway this was. Dark, lit by candles, with doors that branched off into more halls, and the open rooms leading to boxes of many different themes. Your curiosity was gradually getting the better of you, and it took all of your self control not to ask a torrent of questions.

Ike walked in silence, deep in thought. The only sounds from him were the slight tap, tap, taps of his heels.

Soon enough he approached what you assumed to be an office: a rustic looking desk stacked with books, quills, and ink. He rummaged through papers before pulling out a map, spreading it out, and,

"Point to me where it is you come from."

"Well I come from-"

Slowly, you trailed off. Looking at the map, you realized something: the shape of their continents. They didn't look anything remotely similar to what you know! And.. Kingdoms. Kingdoms and Queendoms and lone territories covered the map instead of states or districts or sectors.

"...where AM i?"

You finally asked. Slowly but surely, fear settled in your gut.

Ike released a soft sigh, shaking his head. "That confirms Shu's suspicions. You're not even from here. I can tell from the look on your face," He was staring at you in total disbelief.

Whilst you were staring at him in absolute terror, too shocked - too scared to speak.

This had to be a dream.

"You're here, in Tamron Queendom. More specifically, Zhilford. Close to the palace, actually, less than two days travel." Ike explained, pointing at the map and where it was labeled Zhilford.

"...this is a dream. This is.. Ike, pinch me."

You were staring to shake. Ike mightve laughed at the request had he not seen the look of fear on your face. He reached over and gently pinched your arm, and watched your face fall completely.

"Hey. Listen, I'm not the one who should explain things. I only know Shu's suspicions, and he'll be back with the others in a bit. ..why don't I get you some water? We can ask each other questions, or you can have a look around."

Ike said kindly. Something in his eyes felt so reassuring. The former distrust you felt from him was evaporating, but you latched onto just a bit of that feeling. You couldn't relax. Not just yet.

"Sure, sounds good.. ...thanks."

Your voice was quiet. Ike could only imagine just how vulnerable you felt. You couldn't even process how he might feel.

Both of you went to the kitchen in an awkward silence. He got you a glass of water, and you sat by the island before finally, you had to ask.

"How are you.. so comfortable? You don't seem that shocked about this.. I mean. I get you're still in your world, but you must be confused. ..right?"

Ike hummed, as if in thought.

"Well.. I am confused. In many ways. Confused about how our lands don't seem to match up- curious how you got here. But magic does many unexplainable things."

"Magic?"

"Well, indeed. The world practically runs from the power of magic. Sorcery, witchcraft, or even the simple belief." Ike replied, taking a dip of his water.

"..but magic isn't real. It's just something made up to make kids have more imsgination."

"...huh?"

Ike looked absolutely dumbfounded by your comment, almost as if you'd slapped him.

"...magic is very much real! What world could you possibly come from where magic isn't real?" He asked, and you felt.. oddly defensive.

"I come from a world where one could say technology is our magic. We don't make portals or potions or fight with magical fire."

You explained sheepishly. Ike simply stared before adjusting his glasses.

"....magic is real. My friend, the one I said could explain better, is a sorcerer. Ones a former demon king, as well."

Had someone said this to you where you were from, you'd have laughed it off as some cringe kid. But now, you were almost finding it believable.

"Sorcerer? I hardly even know 'er!"

"I see our sleeping beauty is awake. You gave us quite a fright."

"Ohoo, you're awake? Nicee, man!"

"Pog!"

Four voices startled you out of your staring at Ike, and your head snapped around. Four unfamiliar faces peered back at you. Once again, that feeling of pure fear was rising in your stomach, and you slid off the island chair and slinked a bit closer to Ike.

The red-headed one in- what looked to be a cloak picked up on your unease quickly. You could tell from his step back. The other three, not so much.

"Names Shu Yamino! I'm the sorcerer, anddd.. you were indeed thrown by a portal here!"

"Mysta Rias, at your service!"

"I'm Luca! It's so pog to meet you!"

One was about ikes height, with- an odd bit of hair that you personally thought looked like a banana. The other wore what looked to be a fox hat and a big grin, and the third a very large man with tattoos, a fluffy cloak, and an even bigger grin than the lasts.

"I'm Vox Akuma. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The final voice- it was a dangerous voice. If this is a world where we consider fiction real, you thought, then he must be a siren. His voice, so deep and smooth, threatened to pull you into a state of calm so smooth you thought you'd die.

"Stop crowding them! In case you'd forgotten, they're still very overwhelmed." Ike finally spoke up, ushering them back a few paces. "Shu, your suspicions were right. I've never even heard of where they're from, and (name) doesn't even recognize our map. They've never heard of Tamron Queendom, let alone Zhilford."

Shu nodded, turning his attention to you. "The night you came crashing in here, I could feel an odd shift in energy. A bit of research led me to what happened - a shift in space, if you would. Alternate Worlds have always been a possibility. I'll give a bet that even your time had ideas and theories."

When you nodded, Shu continued on. The others were paying close attention as well.

"What could've happened, though I'm not really sure- was a spell gone horribly wrong, or a large gathering of magic in one space until bam!- space gets split open, and whatever is in that space gets dropped to the nearest world.

"In many worlds, but for this scenario I'll use ours, and even in this Queendom, we've gotten odd technology. We've never seen it before, though some we've been able to recreate. So advanced and confused. It's strongly believed they were due to openings in space.

"You, in any case, are a living example of it. Portals themselves are even harder to create. If you truly don't recognize the map, then it confirms the theory."

Shu inhaled, "so long story short, space go "weee" and snatch you. Make sense?"

Your head was absolutely spinning. It made sense but Jesus, he was so confident in his explanation! So many questions, but,

"...will I be able to go back home?"

The question all five of them had truly be dreading. The all looked downcast, and you understood. But then Shu perked back up and said,

"I'll do my best! I have connections and it'll be.. good for me to learn."

"Don't you worry bout a thing! You've got us now!" The large one, Luca, threw an arm around your shoulders and stared at you with the largest of grins. Mysta jumped in, "yeah bro! We can learn all about eachother."

"You aren't alone. We made the decision to help you assuming you weren't a crazy person. Which, you clearly aren't." Vox reassured. You noticed, and were thankful for, his respectful distance. It was all so, so overwhelming.

"..thank you."

The smallest of smiles finally found its way onto your face. Ike smiled as well, "who wants to show them around? I've got some errands to run."

"If it's all the same, Ike, I wanna tag along with you. Missed some shopping on my way here."

Which left you with the three jokingly crazies. Mysta, Shu, and Luca.

Luca was the first to perk up, "I'll do it! I claim this!" "Awh cmon man, no fair! Rock paper scissors me. Right now."

Mysta demanded. You couldn't help but snicker a bit- they treated this like some sort of honor to do. You met eyes with Shu and he grinned, waving a farewell as he whisked down the halls with a quick farewell.

"Rock, paper.. scissors!" Mysta threw rock, Luca threw rock. "Again! Rock, paper, scissors!" Luca threw scissors, Mysta threw paper. "Ohh damn it!" "Yes! Pog!" Luca and Mysta both said in unison.

You chuckled softly and Ike quickly spoke up to prevent a sulking Mysta, "you can show them around Zhilford later. Sound fair?"

"Oh finee. Ike said your name was (Name), right? Catch ya later!"

As the others made their exit, you felt that same sense of unease. Completely alone with another stranger.

Luca was still smiling at you, not the least bit bothered by your unease.

"Let's go! This place is huge! We actually only recently moved in," Luca explained to you, glancing around. "This be the kitchen! And over there," Luca pointed to a rather large room, "is the dining room." Three exits through the kitchen: one from the hallway, one large opening to the living room, and then a separate dining hall. Got it.

"Alright. Got it."

"Living room.." Luca carried on explaining rooms as they went. Bathrooms, pantry, storage rooms, apparently this place was an old abandoned castle the five had bought recently.

"And coming up, we have the library."

As the blonde man opened the door for you, you felt your jaw hit the floor. It was huge! Books of all different sizes and shapes and series with shelves that went to the roof and so many books.

You were in heaven.

Luca laughed, "you look even more awestruck than Ike did! Most of the books came with the place- but there's multiple empty shelves in the back Ike wants to fill up."

You glanced back at him with a childish smile, "I remember the first time I went to a Barnes and noble-" at the look of confusion on his face you added, "-big book store. It was heaven."

This was even more so heaven because one of these books may contain anything- even a hint- on how to get back. Luca must've thought the same.

"Say, (Name), what do you do where you're from?"

"I worked as a baker. What do you do?"

"Ohh, a baker? That's cool! Vox is the best cook, but I'm not so sure he can bake. I'm a mafia boss!"

He crossed his arms with pride, but that sent a shiver down your spine. "Mafia.. boss.. right.." You muttered, and Luca smiled in response. "Ya don't gotta be scared. I know I'm big n scary," he puffed out his chest a bit, which he had a rather- large chest- "-but as long as ya don't give me reason to think otherwise, you're under my protection!"

He reassured you, holding a hand out. Unsure what he wanted, you gave him an awkward- low high five? Which caused Luca to break into a fit of laughter as he grabbed your hand and shook it.

Of course that's what he wanted-

"I think you'll fit right in."

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hi hi, me again!! had kind of a rough day so I was wondering if I could request some best friend!minjae fluff? like just a minjae hanging out with you trying to distract you and make you feel better kind of thing? hsjshjdksjshsj sorry it's not v specific idek myself what exactly I want I just know I need some comfort :(

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Pairing ! bestfriend!Minjae x gn!Reader Synopsis ! after a bad day and only wanting to be hug by the blankets and watch your favourite show, your best friend Minjae comes to your door. Genre ! Fluff, hinted romantic ending but can be read as like platonic Warnings ! Swearing, haven't proof-read anything- W/C ! 0.8k a/n ! omg I hope you feel much better now!! I'm sorry to hear that :(( I'm also having a quite meh day, so this was also just what I needed. thank you for requesting!! I loved writing this KSJHSDKFJ

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There are days when you can fight against the whole world. Those days are the ones that people appreciate the most. I could’ve solved a world’s problem, and people would be happy. However, if I, for whatever reason wasn’t doing good one day, it wouldn’t count. People don’t count those moments as valid. People don’t count any moment as valid unless you are strong. But I can’t always be strong. 

There are days when all I can do is lie around. Those days are the ones I hate the most. I am ashamed of those days. Days where I try to hide behind a big screen. Sometimes trying to escape the little lie that I live in, in hopes of some comfort. People love to ignore my struggles. People ignore you unless you are fighting. But I can’t always fight.

Today is one of those days. Watching TV seemed the best answer to today’s mood. The characters hold each other as I hold my plushy. “You don’t have to be strong” Says one of the characters. “I know, but it’s hard” They hold each other even closer. Their breathless voices quivering at each word. “When moments like these, please call out my name. I’ll be there, whenever you ask for me, wherever you ask for me” Oh shut the fuck up. I wanna cry now. “Please just let me help you” Said the same character, reaching to kiss the person they were holding. Fucking finally after 14 episodes. “Mia. I” He breathed out. Ding, ding, ding. Who dares interrupt their moment ffs. I walk towards the front door, random objects are lying around the floor as I walk. I walk past some school books, some clothes that I must have thrown, and some random papers that might be more important than how I’m treating them. I finally reach the door and open it. 

The cold air hits my face as soon as I open the door. Outside, the sky was dimmed, definitely a representation of how I felt. Even with my tear-stained face from the scene, I was just watching, I get to smile. “I hate you” I say out loud. Minjae, who was standing outside my door with a big puffy jacket, and a big grocery bag, slapped his empty hand on his chest and gasped. “How dare you. Should I turn around?” I stopped him from turning around completely and pulled him inside. “How did you know?” I asked. “You changed your Instagram notes from BARBIE NEW MOVIE I CAN’T to: alexa play voices by stary kids” Minjae said while taking his shoes off. “You only do that when you’re sad as fuck” “Touché” I say while grabbing his bag I walk again towards the couch. He follows behind me, crouching down for a moment to pick my music notes and placing them on the table they fell from, not before shaking his head. I take interest in the scene again. 

Although I couldn’t see more of the scene, now being paused again a little less than a second before their kiss. I make an annoyed face and turn to look at Minjae who paused my show. “What happened?” He asked. “If I ignore my problems, they won’t hurt” He got a little closer. “They will, and you know it. That or you’ll end up punching someone” I gasp. “Okay, that was ONE time. And the guy deserved it anyways so who’s the one at fault?” “Still you, that guy just approached you because you were crying, you looked at him, flirted with him, and when he said he didn’t like stray kids you punched him” I giggled remembering the moment, the second I look at Minjae again he’s looking serious so I straighten my posture. “Still his fault, he said that I was jobless bcs I liked those stupid dancing boys and that I spent too much money on them after talking about my collection” “How much of that is true?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Not my point” I pouted jokingly. 

“Okay let’s do this. I help you escape from your problems” I nod. After waiting for two seconds and him not continuing I ask. “Aaand?” “Nothing, you just get bragging rights because you got the best friend in the entire world” “Well that’s arguable, Felix is Hyunjin’s best friend so like” Minjae stands up. “Okay sorry, sorry, you’re the best, you’re the best” I grab his arm again and pull him towards me, making him fall on the sofa. We stay laughing for a bit, but our laughs come to a stop when we hear the show playing again. Minjae hugs me closer to him and we start watching the show from where it was left. “You don’t have to be strong” Says Minjae after a while, him looking me directly into my eyes. I nod. “I know, but it’s hard” He hugs me closer. He pets my head and smiles. “I’ll make the pain go away, I promise.”

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙽𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚕𝚔 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕.

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I don't remember exactly when I was aware, let alone told, that - well. for started - my Dad could turn into a green, rage giant and that I could possibly be able to do the exact same thing, give or take some expectations and such.

It wasn't until I was in my teen years that I started to realise the severity of the possible outcome, having powers and such. It wasn't until then that I started to feel terrified of the possibility, started to feel scared of my own emotions. Until I started to fear myself.

Of course, I would never tell my Dad any of this. I wouldn't want him to worry over ever single small thing that I felt, just in case I ended up turning into said green, rage giant. In addition to that, I didn't want him to feel guilty for unintentionally giving me these doubts and worries just by giving me his genes.

I was afraid, though. Terrified. I was a pretty, let's say, emotive kid. Hell, I was an 'emotive' teenager. I had gotten into fights and scraps at school, I had gotten too many detentions to count, yelled at so many of the students and teachers that it was never a surprised to either of my parents when they got that same phone call from the school, or the same request to come to the school.

I'm sure you can imagine how having the realisation that these emotions could trigger that certain genetic that would cause me to turned into some destructive force of nature only capable of anger and destruction could make me start to feel absolutely fucking scared.

To put it simply, being as anxious as me, coming to the realisation that every small emotion that hits a little too much then usual could turn me into some giant, green thing, made me a little more anxious than usual and, therefore, caused me to act out much more.

"Nick." My name was being called, a little louder than I had actually expected it to be. I turned my head around, my eyes locking with my dad's.

"Yeah?" I asked, after he had given me a small look that told me he was expecting me to answer.

"You're listening, right?" He gave me a quick look, like he was trying to figure out what was going on in my head.

I gave my dad a half-convincing nod, my voice quick and my words a clear lie that he would usually be able to pick up on. "Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm listening, yep."

"Alright..." He said slightly dragged out, looking down at the 'Avengers work', the various papers scattered across the dining room table. "So your thoughts?"

My thoughts...?

"Oh, yeah, of course, I agree with you." I quickly said with a nod, not necessarily wanting him to know that I was actually zoned out the entire time he was talking to me.

He gave me a small nod before he continued to talk about something that I quickly lost interest in, and I continued to stare into space as he was explaining whatever he was actually planning on working on with Stark.

As my dad continued his explanation, I was more focused on the whole thinking about whether or not my emotions would end up being my downfall. If they would be the reason I turned into a monster that everyone feared.

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7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 12

-There are Stranger Things out there-

Warnings: abuse and angst.

a/n: if ya’ll could'nt tell the time line is totally fuck up from how the show is. also this chapter gave me trouble i didnt want to write it.

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*Billy pov *

 I was relaxing on my bed  flipping through a new rolling stones magazine when I heard my fathers angry voice ringing through the quiet house.

“William! Get your ass down here, right now!” I shivered at my father’s voice, speedily jumping up from my bed, and quickly went downstairs. “You needed me, sir?”

Neil walked over to susannand whispered in her ear. She looked at Billy like she wanted to say something to him but shook her head and left. She always wanted to say something. She just never did.

 “Where the fuck is maxine?” Neil snaps. 

“I don’t know, sir. She is probably at the movies or arcade” 

“You let her go alone?”

“She's old enough to take care of herself.”

“You know what I’m done playing these games. I’m done with your fucking additude”. He slaps me across the face. 

“What did we talk about?”

“Respect and responsibility.” 

“Fucking find your sister!’ instead of staring at yourself in the fucking mirror faggot and get her home immedially” he spats while dragging me out of the house throwing me on the ground next to my car.

I headed to Sinclair's house first, but mrs. Sinclair said that the kids were probably at the wheeler's house.

I rang the doorbell to the wheeler's house, but there was no answer, so i tried again. The door opened to a woman wearing just a robe, her hair slightly wet. She must have gotten out of the shower or something. 

“Oh Hi”  I smiled at her.

“Hi” she softly says. She stared at me in awe, this is going to be fun, i thought. Using my charm to get information faster. 

“I, uh, didn't realize Nancy had a sister. She chuckles lightly. 

 “What's so funny?”

“I'm Nancy's mother.” she laughs. 

Chuckling in disbelief  “Mrs. wheeler”

“Um, I'm sorry, and you are you?” she stammers.

“Billy, Billy hargrove.” I said as I took her hand delicly.

“You must be here for Nancy.”

“Nancy? No, no. Not my type. uh…. “ I noticed she had a glimmer of hope behind her eyes. Sorry, mrs. wheeler im taken. I smile to myself. “No, actually, I am looking for my little sister Max. goes by maxine. She's been missing all day, and, uh, to be honest with you, I've been worried sick, you know, so….”  Not going to lie to myself. i was actually starting to get a little worried about Max. 

“Oh”

“I thought she was at Lucas", but Mrs. Sinclair said your house is the designated hangout, so, you know…"I leaned on the door frame, smirking slightly “here i am.” 

“Come on in, i give you the byer's address.'' She says, opening the door more for me to follow her inside.

“Their driveway is pretty dark this time of night. So drive slowly.” She handed me a piece of paper.

“Always” I smiled at her.

“And when you see Mike tell him to come home already, okay?”

“You’re a real lifesaver, you know that?” I said as I took a bite of a cookie she offered. 

“Anytime.”

“I’ll see you later.” walking out the room i can feel her eyes on me. Chucking, y/n is going to kill me if she finds out I let mrs. wheeler eye fucked me but i needed the inforation for my sake. 

*small time skip*

I pulled up to the byers' house. I see Harrington standing at the front door. “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

“Yeah, it's me. Dont cream your pants.”

“What are you doing here, amigo?”

“I could ask you the same thing, amigo, y/n isn't here, by the way.”

“I'm not looking for her, I'm looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here.”

“Huh, that's weird. I don't know her.”

“Small, redhead, bit of a bitch.” 

“Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry, buddy.”

Sighing “you know, i don't know, this whole situation, Harrington, i don’t know. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies.”

“Oh, yeah? Why is that?”

“My 13 year old sister goes missing all day. And then I found her with you in a stranger's house. And you lie to me about it.”

He chuckles. “Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what? I don't know what you don't understand about what I just said. She's not here.”

“Then who is that?” I pointed my cigarette at the window behind him. He turned, and we saw the kids duck. 

“Oh,shit. Listen….” he started to say before I pushed him to the ground. I leaned over “I'm going to let this slide because you're your y/n friend.” marching to the door, I swung it open to see the kids all staring at me. I saw how close Lucas was next to Max, and that made me furious.

“Well, well, well. Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise.” I say as I walk towards him. Looking over to Max “I thought I told you to stay away from him, max.”

“Billy, go away” she says.

“You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things.” I pushed Lucas against a corner shelf roughly. 

“Billy!, stop!.” she screams. 

“Get off of me.” Lucas says as he struggles under my grip.

“Since Maxine won't listen to me, maybe you will. You stay away from her, you hear me?” I growled.

“I said," Get off me! "” he knees me in the balls, i quickly let go.

“You're so dead, Sinlcair!” 

“No. You are.” Steve turns me away from Lucas and punches me in the jaw. I started to laugh. "LOOKS LIKE THERE'S STILL SOME FIRE IN YOU AFTER ALL! I'VE BEEN WAITING TO MEET THIS KING STEVE EVERYONE HAS BEEN TELLING ME SO MUCH ABOUT!"

“Get out.” was all he said, pushing me back. I threw a punch, but he dodged it, he manages to land a punch on my jaw again.

The kids start yelling “kick his ass, steve!

“Get him!

“Murder the son of a bitch!”

I hit him with a plate and got the upper hand, and continued to land punches on his jaw. “Now one tells me what to do!” I yelled. Steve is a bloody mess on the floor.

“Billy? Kids? What the fuck is going on?” I froze when I heard the y/n voice. “Shit im in trouble” I thought, Steve realized that I stopped and he pushes me into the fridge, a demented dog looking thing fell out onto my lap.

“What the fuck is that?!” i say.

*y/n pov*

I pulled up to the byers house, and I noticed Billy's car  was here, “weird why is he here” I said to myself as i got out of mine. I could hear screaming and yelling coming from the house. I ran to the door thinking we were under attack by demodogs again. I had my nail bat ready and slammed the door open, expecting creatures  but what I found was  my boyfriend beating the ever living shit out of my best friend. 

“Billy? Kids” what the fuck is going on?” I yelled. I noticed Billy froze to my voice and suddenly he was on the floor with a dead demodog on his lap.

“What the fuck is that?!” was all he said. 

“Fuck dustin, why did you have to put in the the fridge.” i say. Great, now I'm going to have to explain everything to Billy, who is probably going to think his girlfriend has gone crazy.

“This is a ground- breaking scientific discovery. We can't just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It's not a dog.” he says as he picks it up from Billy's lap, who was still in shock. 

“Billy?” i say. He doesn't look at me. 

“Baby?” he finally looks at me. “ I'm going to explain everything, so please listen closely…. Okay?” he shook his head, yes. Taking a deep breath.

“The year before you got here, something strange happened to Hawkins. It all started when Will byers went missing, and a girl named Eleven suddenly showed up. El made cross-dimensional psychic contact with the hive mind and opened the "Mothergate" at Hawkins Lab. Somehow, the Mothergate’s creation also caused the Upside Down to transform from its original state and become a perfect copy of the human world, during that time a Demogorgons came through terrorizing both Will in the upside down and our town.” i looked at him carefully. He just sat quietly listening to me. I continued.

“Do you remember when I said i had a brother?” I asked.

“Yes,” he says softly.

“Mikey died at middle school trying to protect the kids from a demogorgon. While I was upside down helping Joyce and Hopper find Will. We managed to get Will back. But he didn't come back nearly like his old self. Recently, he's been having visions about a creature we are calling a mind-flayer, which now has made Will a host. The thing that fell on you was a demodog, a smaller version of a demogorgon. I know all this sounds crazy and I understand if you think I'm crazy but this is what's happening in the hell hole of a town. I wanted to tell you for so long, but I did it to protect you from this, and the government made us promise not to tell anyone." I breathed. 

“You're right. This is crazy and you are crazy, but…. Strangely, I believe you.”  he says, taking my hands. 

“Max, how long have you known?” he asks her.

“Since last year.” she says

“Jesus” he sighs in disbelief. 

"Guys, i have located where hopper dug the entrance to the tunnel," i say to Steve and the kids. as they geared up to help with the mission.

"Baby, i know you're trying to process everything, but we may or may not have to go in an alien vine tunnel thing right now to help save the world."

"oh fucking fantastic" he says as runs after me and the group.

Previous Chapter

Part 13

Masterlist

2023

[vampmilf]

ty! 🙏 (yea she won't see bcs I won't reblog lol), anyway she and some other friends we've been tight since teenage years (we're 30+ now), but she always had a bit of self esteem issues thanks to her mom who drilled to her that public image is EVERYTHING. (her family drama is insane too bcs her dad left them when she was born so she grew up with her mom and step-dad, who she learned at 20yo had a whole ass other family in the same town... They separated and her mom went deep into conspiracy groups, and I mean flat-earth level conspiracies 😭 we're a small Europe country this is not US.... Her mom is now secretly dating a twice younger guy who also has a wife and a baby kid....)

Anyway those insecurities would often be projected on her friends and it often felt like she's ranking us by "coolness", whatever that means. She's tall and conventionally pretty so sometimes she'd look at me silently and say "I'm so glad I have nice legs.." or shit like that. She'd also constantly call herself fat bespite being the skinniest of all. That type of thing, but we knew it's part of childhood trauma so we'd brush it off. Whatever.

Then she started dating a guy who's on a paper a perfect feminist but actually is just a loser asshole. He would give her only backhanded compliments, like if she was making a gourmet dinner for hours he'd go "mm it's not really good. But it's okay you tried and I didn't expect anything anyway. I still love you." 🤮 In front of all guests. And she'd laugh and say "yeah he knows me best I don't know much in the kitchen he's so much better 🥰" 🤮🤮 She had to BEGGG and NAG for a wedding ring because he didn't want to get married and they had many arguments about it! And she kept saying to us "I don't really love him but I'm not gonna get anyone else so.." 😬 Or "yeah I'll break up" but didn't mean it. Every time I was meeting her I got so upset because she didn't want help and she thoroughly enjoyed her shitty situation she herself created! So she'd beg to meet with me, trauma-dump and then leave all happy and relieved, and I was feeling like shit for a week until I decided I need to really distance myself because this wasn't normal at all. So we barely talked. She still invited me to her wedding which I attended but I won't lie it was hard watching all the picture perfect wedding when I knew all the shit behind it. (and that shit was to the level she once mentioned that she was feeling really sick from contraceptics but there was no other option bcs her feminist bf refused to use condoms 🙄).

She asked to meet for a coffee today, we haven't seen each other in a while and to be honest it was kind of nice, she seems a lot better now and a lot less of her bs, so I did enjoy listening that her life seems to go on track finally (they're buying a house that she always dreamed about). But I didn't push for details. We talked for 3h and not once did she ask how I'm doing. I used to be salty about that, but today I realized I don't really want her to know how I'm doing. I just don't care. I'm glad she's ok but I'm also a bit sad for past me, because honestly I could have stopped caring so much sooner.

Idk there's no ending message only that some people enjoy fucking up their lives and there's literally nothing you can do for them 🤷‍♀️

oh. my god. i dont even know where to start WOW

the family backstory hello???? insane start to just set the scene, holy fuck.

the boyfriend sounds like and absolute fucking loser asshole i hope he goes incontinent at age 35, refusing to wear condoms and esp if contraceptives make your gf sick is absolutely fucking vile jfc

but also the whole. some people just want to stay in shitty situations forever and keep complaining about it instead of changing anything and all you can do is watch them wallow in self pity for eternity. been there done that. had a friend whos bf treated her like dog shit and every other week theyd have a fight and break up and she sat sobbing on my couch for hours and id spend nights awake texting and calling and comforting her – only for her to get back together with him a few days later. i stopped counting how many times they "broke up". idk if she ever got out of it tbh, i broke off contact for other reasons so idk

but yeah :/ its not just relationships, i know people who are stuck in a variety of issues and shitty situations and some of them just. dont really put in any effort to get out of them? they just go "this sucks and everything is unfair anyways" and just call it a day with that.

you have to keep in mind ofc that its also not easy to break out of cycles but esp in cases like yours where she had the support to make it through an actual breakup, .... some people just dont want change. for whatever reasons 🤷🏻‍♀️

all you can do is let them make their own decisions and either keep showing support and offer a shoulder to cry on, or decide this is affecting yourself too negatively and distance yourself

[yourflowersfirst]

day 1,403

pages 117-124

my whole body was shaking, trembling, like an animal left to freeze outside. i couldn’t remember this last time i was this mad, this vehemently angry. 

“i fucking hate this. i want them to pay for what they did to me,” my voice rose an octave every few words. “why? why me? why did i have to endure all that? that goddamn..?” 

my on and off therapist of 8 years just looked at me sadly. “i wish i had an answer for you. i am so, so sorry. all i can help you do is get through this, the now."

the response was this: i picked up some of the throw pillows, amazon brand, off the couch, and i threw them angrily across the room. “i don’t want pity. i want… i don’t know what i want. jesus. shit. retribution.” i was shouting now. so loud i was sure the people in the other office buildings next door could hear the shake in my cadence. 

i was angry, of course, but all the anger was directed at myself. how i could let this happen. i was still pillow soft and honey sweet, but do you know the violence it took for me to get that gentle?

my therapist got up and got me a cup of water. she brought it over to me, also putting the pillows back, a tentative gesture. it did nothing. the water spilled to the floor, tears streaming down my face. my voice was still loud, but shakier now. “i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry. tell me what to do to stop feeling this way, please, just tell me. i’ll do anything.”

she said nothing. she simply got paper towels to dab up my mess. 

i walked out of her office in a sweaty panic, right after i coughed up my whopping $50 copay. shoutout to shitty american health insurance. i knew i was in no state to drive though, so i sat in my car, the midday sun warming every bone in my body, as i took deep shuddering breaths the way rashel instructed me to. in through my nose. hold for 10 seconds. slow exhale through my mouth. repeat. try to ignore the tears still making their way down my face. grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn snow white. do not vomit. do not vomit.

the focused breathing helped a little bit. i sat in my car for… i don’t even know how long. 20 seconds or 20 minutes, it all felt like a haze. i eventually checked my phone: 13 messages i still hadn’t replied to. apple maps told me it was a 16 minute drive home, and i opted to drive home rather than text a bunch of people back. a conversation took too much effort and i really did not want to start crying again, or worse, get angry and lash out. i’d already done that enough in my life. 

the drive back to my childhood home passed in a dissociative blur. i didn’t get into an accident, so- silver linings, i guess. once home, i replied to as many texts i could stomach, and i laid down. my anger from earlier finally cooled off, the hatred and need for justice coming down from a hot boil. a relief, truly, because when you get in such a state, you sometimes fear you will feel that way forever. time stretches on long, reality distorted. you start to feel as though everyone is out to hurt you and tear you apart, especially men. your skin will turn to steel, and one wrong look from someone, especially men, will make you spew out venom, strong enough to kill. 

later that night, at dinner, once my parents were home- the conversation had stilled a bit. my sister was out with izzy and halee, so it was just me, mamascookies, and my dad. my mother had made butter noodles and pork chops, food i was picking at with my fork. i was still terrified of calories, of imaginary numbers.

“how are your summer classes going?” my mother prompted in between bites.

i shrugged, deciding to omit the fact that i’d dropped my session B summer classes. these actions would have consequences later. “good. i finished my essay. i hate excel, though.” at least that last bit wasn’t a lie on its own.

“it’s good to learn,” my father said, finally speaking to me for the first time in 2 days. “we need to go over your taxes soon, i’ll show you how to make a table for it.”

i groaned. “why do you hate me?” causing my mother to laugh a little, and my father to roll his eyes. i mimicked him, rolling mine as well. even though i knew my taxes were an issue i needed to address. i had no professional work scheduled and i’d owe close to $8,000 come april 15, meanwhile i had maybe $300 in savings. i hated myself. 

once i sufficiently avoided most of my dinner (“you hardly ate!” “i’m not hungry- it’s my meds, plus i ate a snack earlier.”) i headed upstairs to watch succession and try to ignore my thoughts. still rattling around my brain like heavy rocks. 

my days that summer were often boring, even if i had random outbursts of emotion, and mood swings so intense i’d get physically dizzy. staying in ohio for 2 months had definitely become like a prison to me, surrounded by memories that brought on flashbacks and night terrors whenever i tried to sleep. i’d wake up at 4 am, my dog concerned because i’d been screaming quietly, the total darkness of my room suffocating. i’d go downstairs to get water, try to settle my racing heart, and i’d often accidentally wake up my mother, ever a light sleeper. “what are you doing up?” she’d inevitably ask. “couldn’t sleep,” i’d always reply, my hands trembling, the nightmares still vivid and clear in my half awake brain. my mom would always sigh and tell me to just go to bed. despite it being 3 years ago, i still had bad dreams about kyle at least twice a week.

that night was no different. i don’t always have night terrors, especially when i’m living in arizona, but i felt haunted that week in particular. therapy was good for me, i knew, but i hadn’t gone to therapy since 2019. a lot happened in 4 years, a lot i didn’t want to unpack for this reason. healing often feels like reopening wounds and pouring salt into them. being aware of this did not help me, especially when i was awake at 4:27 in the morning, my bangs sticking to my forehead and nausea creeping its way through my nervous system. i wanted to take dramamine and hydroxyzine until i passed out, but i was out of both.

i eventually did fall back asleep after distracting myself with music. music helped more than people did anymore. i woke up the next day at around ten, a zombie, ready to start over. at least my sister seemed okay. she’d gotten in around midnight, also slept late, and had more plans with izzy and halee later that day. i tried very hard not to be jealous at all.

i’m probably not even a person. i'm a bug. ask anyone who has ever loved me, if they even exist. i never text, i never call, i hardly think about myself at all. i lay in a swamp of my misery, the water turned to sludge over my poor heart years ago, thick and impossible to remove. my exhaustion will consume me and i’m too tired of the truth. 

sometimes i pray so hard for god to materialize at the foot of my bed that it starts to happen; then i beg it to stop, and it does. it scares me so bad that i think i’m going to die soon, the back and forth never ending, any human interaction i have is close to god damn meaningless. 

it’s your privilege to find me incomprehensible and unwanted. i gave you a few minutes, you can keep them long after i’m gone. i’m full of suicides, of rotting corpses, of brittle skeleton, of huge pieces of flesh, infecting the remaining parts of me. maybe i am already dead and i don’t know it yet. 

[kissorkill16]

You'll Get Through This: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: 16 year old Nicky Roth and a suicide attempt.

Nicky jolted upwards out of his slumber, breathing heavily and sweating uncontrollably. He had another nightmare, and it was one of the worst nightmares ever since the grocery store.

He was in Mr. Peterson's basement. The large man towered over him, holding a butcher knife. He couldn't move, he couldn't scream, he couldn't do anything. All he could do was lie there, petrified, and wishing this man would just get it over with already.

Nicky immediately ran to the bathroom, and he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a hot mess. Messy hair, sweaty face, he looked like he just ran a whole 78 miles.

He couldn't take it anymore. The nightmares, the flashbacks, the pain, the bullying, the near death experiences. He hated his life. He just wanted it all to stop.

He turned on the sink, and splashed some water in his face, when he looked at himself in the mirror once again, he saw the scared little boy he once was. 13 year old Nicky Roth, a stupid little boy who ruined his entire life to find his only friend who he had something in common with.

The same stupid little boy who ruined his friendship with so many other people, the same stupid little boy who damaged his reputation, the same stupid little boy who made him and his parents look bad in front of the entire city of Raven Brooks.

The next thing he saw was a black figure. The figure took the shape of Aaron, Mr. Peterson's last living child. The last thing he heard before he jolted backwards and fell in the bathtub was...

"I warned you, Nicky. I told you to never come back."

Nicky grasped the sides of his head, and let out a blood curdling scream. He ran back to the mirror, angry and lost in his head, and he started punching the glass until his knuckles started to bleed. When he was done, there was nothing left of the mirror, and his knuckles looked like they've had better days.

Nicky opened the bathroom cupboard under the sink, and grabbed his mother's sleeping pills. Then he ran to his room, took out a piece of paper and pencil. He began writing...

Dear World,

I'm sorry, but I can't take it anymore. I can't take anymore nightmares, pain, regret, hallucinations, nothing. I've lost all of my friends, all of my sanity, all of the trust anyone has ever had in me, I've lost everything. I'm finally going to be with my bubba (grandmother), and I'll finally be free from this hell I call my life. I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. I'll miss you.

Sincerely,

Nicholas Michael Roth

He emptied the container of pills into his hands, and stuffed them all into his mouth. But before he could swallow a single pill, his door swung open.

"NICKY!"

It was his mother. She frantically ran to Nicky, slapping the container out of his hands, and gripping his cheeks.

"Spit them out!"

Nicky shook his head.

"Nicholas Michael Roth, spit out all of those pills right fucking now!"

Nicky didn't want to, but he did anyway. As he spat them out, he started crying uncontrollably.

Just then, his father walked in. Immediately growing concerned when he saw his son crying. "Oh, holy shit! Nicky, what happened?!", he asked.

"I just caught our son trying to kill himself."

Jay's eyes widened in shock. He sat down on the bed, next to Nicky. He was scared to touch him since he was currently having a breakdown.

"Nicky, it's okay, honey."

"No, stop that. No it's not!"

"Nicky-"

Nicky unleashed another scream. "STOP IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, MOM! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE NIGHTMARES, PAIN, PTSD HEART ATTACKS AND FLASHBACKS, NO MORE!"

Nicky continued crying. "Just please let me end it. I hate myself so fucking much right now. I want to die! Everything hurts so bad."

Jay and Luanne hated seeing their baby like this. They wrapped their arms around Nicky, a warm and comforting embrace.

"Let me end it. Let me end it. Let me end it.", the scared boy kept saying.

"Narf. Look at me.", said his father.

Nicky turned his head to look at him.

"We're not going to keep telling you it's okay, because we know you know it's not. But we just want to let you know that we're here for you. We're here to listen this time."

"Your father's right, Nicky. I know we weren't there for you when you needed us before, and we regret it, knowing it's the reason you went missing. But just know, we're ready to listen now. We're ready to be better parents.

Nicky pondered for a moment, but he finally opened up his mouth to speak.

"I guess I've been feeling pretty angry and sad."

He stopped for a moment, checking to see if they were really listening. When he saw they were, he continued talking.

"Angry because no one would believe me when I said Mr. Peterson was the reason Aaron and Mya were missing. And sad because I lost all of my friends, and I felt like I've been abandoned."

Nicky felt like crying again.

"Everyone was against me in Raven Brooks, everyone thought I was crazy. No one believed me, they said I didn't have enough proof, but there was a truckload of proof right under their noses. They just refused to look at it! No one cares about missing children. No one cares about bullying. No one cares about the death of a child-"

As Nicky said all of this, he felt his throat start to close up, and his eyes began flooding up with tears. Before he knew it, he was crying again. His father's arms wrapped tighter around him.

"Narf, that was Raven Brooks. We're not in Raven Brooks anymore."

"Exactly. We're in Shelbyville. It's better than Raven Brooks. There are really great schools, and interesting after school programs, there's even a neighborhood watch."

Joking seemed to be helping a little bit, because Nicky started to smile.

"Yeah.", he said. "There are a few good restaurants nearby, and a decent police station. And it normally takes a week to find missing people."

They all laughed.

"But seriously, Narf.", his dad said, "You're not alone anymore. You're going to get through this. You might not get through it immediately, but I swear, you'll get through it. You'll feel better, and boom! No more nightmares or flashbacks, and no more suicidal thoughts."

Nicky smiled and snuggled into his father's chest.

"And I'm sorry we doubted you, Nicky. We love you so much.", said his mother.

"I love you guys too, so very much.", replied Nicky.

They all engulfed themselves in a big group hug. Nicky knew now that he wasn't alone anymore, and he was going to get through this, no matter what or how long it took.

[garebearandnan]

Operation Nope begins…

New Chapter out. ‘A Bit of Me’ - Day 10 Part 1.2

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SUMMARY: The new couples get settled in, but cracks are already starting to appear. The Islanders take part in a compatibility challenge called, ‘Meet your Match’.

NOTE: This challenge is similar to Love Island TV show, S4 UK & S2 AU. The girls are tasked with ranking the boys from who they're most to least compatible by placing a heart-face emoji 😍 on the most compatible and a sad face on the least compatible. 😢

Brief sampling below of challenge:

Narrator Iain Stirling: It’s time for a challenge, and this one’s called ‘Meet Your Match.’ When our Islanders applied, they filled out detailed questionnaires. We have shamelessly stolen a load of confidential information from the  questionnaires for ‘The Compatibility Test’. And ran it through a complex algorithm on the Love Island supercomputer. Nay, okay, we showed it to Andy the Intern. And he ranked the five boys with each girl in terms of compatibility. The girls will take turns trying to rank the boys in order of their compatibility. They’ll place a love heart emoji 😍 on the boy she thinks is most compatible with them, and a sad face emoji 😢 on the least compatible boy. She will then arrange the rest of the boys. When she gets a boy in the right position, he steps back. Each girl gets one point for every boy she gets in the right place. Every time a girl needs to re-jig the order, she gets a mark. The girl with the least marks wins.

Marisol will play host as each girl tries to match the algorithm.

Marisol: Right, Priya, you’re up first.

Priya: Rahim, you go first because we like to travel and we like the same food. (She places the love heart emoji on her partner, Ibrahim.)

Iain Stirling: After three attempts, Priya got the order right with Gary the least compatible and Noah the most.

BH Hope: She rolls her eyes. “It’s just a bunch of algorithms. Numbers lie. Priya can have the piece of paper all she wants; she can’t do anything with it.”

BH Noah: “I don’t know what computer you guys are using. I don’t know how it all works, but, for some reason, myself and Priya seem to be compatible.”

Marisol is up next. Marisol puts her hands on her hips, looking the boys up and down.

Marisol: OK. So… Lucas, stay where you are.

BH Marisol: I mean, he’s also bloody gorgeous. So…

Marisol: Ibrahim, I’m gonna pop you right down the end, just cos we’ve already learned you’re not my type. (She places the sad face emoji on Ibrahim.)

BH Marisol: “I just put him at the bottom straight away without even giving him a chance. We just don't work.”

Her first attempt, from most compatible to least compatible: Lucas, Noah, Gary, Bobby, and Ibrahim

Grace: So, none are correct.

Marisol: None?

LAUGHTER

BH Bobby: “Don’t know why she was so surprised. The whole villa knows that Marisol doesn't really know what she wants. She's a bit all over the place with what she wants in a guy.”

Iain Stirling: Grab some popcorn, people; this could take some time.

Her third attempt from most to least: Bobby, Ibrahim, Lucas, Gary, Noah.

Grace: Noah is correct. You can step back.

BH Marisol: “I was so shit at that game. I'm literally guessing now.”

Marisol: Ooh, all right. OK. Gary you go up there.

Gary: Whoa! What?

Gary swaps with Bobby, and he places the love heart emoji on. Gary looks at you, and then his eyes flick to Marisol. This is awkward as fuck.

BH Grace: “No girl wants to see the boy she likes and the girl he used to be coupled up with have him rank as her most compatible.” (She sighed deeply.)

Marisol: That was a stitch-up.

Iain Stirling: It’s no ‘stitch-up. Andy, the Intern numbers were audited by Ben, the Intern. Five times, to be exact. Eventually, Marisol gets it right with Noah, the least compatible and Gary, the most. Lottie is up next.

Lottie strutted right up to the line of boys and smiled flirtatiously at Gary.

Grace (thinking): I think I’m going to be sick. At least Marisol seemed surprised that Gary was her most compatible.

Lottie: I’ll just get straight into it. Gary, stay put. (She exclaimed with a flip of her hair.) You do my bloody head in.

You side-eyed Lottie in annoyance. For fuck's sake.

A collective inhale of breath as the Islanders take in what she means. Your gaze briefly drifted toward Gary as you sought to measure his reaction. Gary shifts uncomfortably.

BH Gary: “I couldn’t look Grace in the eyes when that happened. So I was just like… Fuck!”

Iain Stirling: After three attempts, Lottie got the order right  with Ibrahim in top and partner Bobby in second. Next to work at her lineup is Grace.

Marisol reads out from the board your order of compatibility. He breaks out into a huge grin as Hope and Priya let out whoops.

BH Grace: “Oh, my god, this is perfect. Eh! Like, it makes me feel so good and so, like, relaxed.”

Iain Stirling: Grace has taken the lead after getting all of the  boys in order in just one attempt. Last to pick is Hope.

Marisol: Come on up, Hope.

Hope: I'll be gutted if we are least compatible. (She points to Noah.) That will play on my mind. Who knows what I’m letting myself in for… 

LAUGHTER

Hope: Noah, come to the front. I really hope this is right, you know.

Noah: So do I.  (Noah smiles shyly.)

Iain Stirling: As Marisol reveals if any of Hope’s rankings are correct, get ready for an ‘Ooh!’

She moves the boys around again.

Hope: Ibrahim and Noah swap.

Ibrahim pats Noah on the back.

BH Noah: “I started in the Premier League in Hope's, and I went down into the conference very quickly.”

Bobby: Awe. Poor old Noah.

Hope: This is stressful.

BH Hope: “Surely, youse didn’t pay for that test? You’re joking.”  (She is holding the love emoji face.) “This is Noah. This is what should have gone around his neck. But didn’t.”

Iain Stirling: Hope is stressing because, surprisingly, Noah was not ranked as her most compatible partner in the challenge. Andy, the intern, I've got one thing to say to you: top work, fella.

END NOTE: Special thanks to sparxaf for their insightful comments on Lottie and Ibrahim’s compatibility.

[zenyyyluvyuu]

➹ not yet to know ➷

my first own series 👽

i hope y'all enjoy, forgive me if my English is not good enough.

pairing: Sebastian lorcan suvillian x selna alex blackwood

the characters are mine and this is my original series.

summary: selna first day to study and knowledge on her first day at college but there's a little problem

warning: bullying, curse words, slow burn, mention of calling, mention of parents neglect, naive selna, broken bones

lemme know what warnings i should put

This shii had me crying and tweaking for a day bcs i accidentally deleted the whole paragraph and i had to write it again, It sucks , bcs it's not how i want before it gotten deleted

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(chapter 1) #next chapter

Girls snickering, people begin to gather, whispering, and look of pity in their eye.

"i think my arm broke" i clutch my right arm tightly. Head dizzy from the fall. Yeah i fall from the stairs. Pushed by those mean 'popular' girls on purpose.

"gurl i think she broke her arm" one of the girl whisper. "She deserves it anyway, let's go" the girls walk away like nothing happens. Laughing and mocking.

A girl with brown hair and glasses came to help me stand up. "Omg! Are you okay!? Here let me help" the girl Shrugging my shoulder, before i could answer her, she begins to talk again "I'll take you to the infirmary!" We both begin to walk away. Leaving the people whispering.

I learned that her name is chayse, I'm really grateful that she helped me. I didn't forget to thank her after that and got her phone number.

Uh..

I was sent into my dorm. Previously i have lied to the nurse about what had caused my fall through the stairs. "Hehe, I slipped while walking down the stairs and then boom! I fall and damage my arm!" I had to do a silly face not knowing chayse face turned sour but didn't do anything.

I had to lie otherwise, the nurse will inform the principal and call my sister and those girls parents. I don't want to cause a really serious problem right now.

I better not tell this about my sister. If she knew, it would be doomed.

My sister named shelly. Both of us live with our grandma when we are like 14-15 years. Dad disappears leaving just divorce paper and mom is having a hard time raising us both. Eventually mom died. Leaving us with grandma.

While living with grandma Shelly becomes more independent of herself. She often stands up for her self and is responsible for me too because i am the youngest.

Since one grade i often get bullied and called fat because i always eat and eat. But luckily Shelly is always with me and kicks those bullies ass. Shelly will always get mad when i don't stand up for myself. And scolded me for it. But if i do she will reward me with 3 candy.

Ahh. Such memories. Both of us got into scholarships but different colleges. So we decided to Just carry on for our own good. Shelly protest but what can we do. We don't have anything, grandma is gone leaving her house just for us if holidays coming.

Now let's just skip the past don't we?

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I was laying on my bed in my dorm. I didn't know those mean girls could be really mean.

How did it happen? Well...

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It started three days ago. I was just walking through the hallway , girls snickering and giggling, boys laughing and trying to wrestle each other.

I, on the other hand was too busy messaging my sister who is paranoid about me being that and this. But I managed to calm her down and end the massage with a flex 💪 emoji. I smiled at the screen for a second and suddenly i accidentally bumped into someone.

"gosh! What the fuck! You! What have you done to my face fatass! It's all ruined!" The girl who got bumped yelled at me, her lipstick was kinda smeared.

"I-i'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I was distracted with my phone" i quickly apologized, her friends glare at me.

"oh? Really? Let me see it myself!" The girl with smeared lipstick snatched my phone. And begin to play with it. A horror begins to craft on my face.

"h-hey! Give it back! Stop that!" *I tried to take back my phone, but she was raising her hands up, damn it she was taller than me.

"lol what the fuck is that? Your pictures were really lame!" She laughed at me. I stared at her as i tried to reach my phone with rage and my tears threatening to come.

"just give me back my phone!"i yelled, Her friends were laughing and people passing by were just looking and whispering scared to rescue.

"oops!" She slipped her fingers and accidentally dropped my phone to the ground. The phone begin to crack.

"no!" I quickly grab my phone looking at the cracking screen. The girls were long gone, leaving me with a mocking smile and laugh.

"i guess it still works...fuck those spoiled girls." I mumble under my breath feeling the hatred begin to build up.

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And that's how it went..

Ugh If only I didn't play with my phone, I definitely wouldn't be like this. I stared at my ceiling for a moment and my arm was on cast.

The infirmary college was well off. I don't need to go to the hospital and pay the bills. I'm so lucky

It was not in vain that I studied hard if only my sister didn't force me to, but I'm grateful i have her and now I'm in this wealthy college.

......

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But I'm bored.

...!

Maybe i should find a library!

I got up from myself and I'm struggling to put on my shoes again. I went out and tried to find the library. Where is it..

I go that way, this way and there. 10 minutes has passed by.

....

WHERE THE FUCK IS THE LIBRARY!??

This college is too cool! It has everything. But i still didn't find the library.

While i was looking for the library, i bumped into someone, again. 'oh fuck' i thought of myself. I cleared my throat, and begin to apologize to the person. I look him in the eye, this guy is kinda tall. I had to lift my head.

Oh gawd he's hot. "I-i'm sorry i didn't mean to bump you, i was trying to find a library..sorry"

"that's no problem, i know where the library is, come with me i lead you" his voice was deep, he begins to walk not daring to take a second glance if I follow him.

What a cold man he is. Is he trying to be like the North duke or what. I huff as i walk with him, during the walk i keep giving him some glances, those slick back hair. Sharp jawline, thick eyebrows, smooth skin, warm brown eyes and muscular!?

Should i introduce myself, should i ask his name???? God I'm so scared to even poke him. What if he thinks I'm just finding some attention from him. Uhhh let's just try don't we?

"uh.. by the way-" "what is your name?"

...

Uh?

"uh?" Dumbfounded, he sighs "i said what is your name?" He asked me, he spoke in an annoyed tone, clearly. He also paused midway. "Ah! I-i'm selna! Selna blackwood" i stutter. Fuck i didn't mean to act like a stutterbug, i look at his eye, he already looking at me.

"I'm Sebastian." He responded, he cut the eye contact and continued to walk, i followed him.

That's rude i guess... I glance at him, he looks like those girls jock boyfriend. I look away not sparing him a glances. "What. Happen to your arm?" He asked, i didn't expect him to talk to me.

"uhh actually i slipped while going down the stairs." Another lie. He stares at me, quiet for a moment and looks away. Continuing the journey to the library.

That doesn't look like a small talk...

Eventually we. Both arrive at our destination. The library, damn this library is big, my eye sparkled at the extensive library.

"woah" i said in awe. I look at him who is now staring at me, i give him a smile. "Thank you so much Sebastian for leading me to the library. If you're not here I'll be looking like a lost child" i joke, he nod, he waved at me as he went the other way. I waved back feeling relief as i finally found the library. I then get further inside.

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Sigh that all for chapter 1, finally a longggggggg day, weeks or even month i finally finished this chapter, its kinda cringe, and I'm sorry if there is an incorrect grammar (I'm still learning). And I'm sorry for the short chapter I'll be posting a long chapter in the future. I hope you like it :)

[indigo474]

sunday part 2-

did I do my whole new lift routine? not exactly but I did a lot more of it than I have in the past plus some. my meal prep for the week is done. i'm working on laundry and I am seriously considering taking a nap. I'm seeing my Mom this afternoon. i'm looking forward to the week ahead. I have a good feeling - about life. my life and where i'm at and the future.. I have a feeling that something or someone is on the way. I still fight an eternal battle between my brain and my heart. my brain takes me back to the past and feeling unsafe and all that has happened. my heart is full of gratitude for the present and the life I am living and knows I am safe. I'm staying away from the trauma recover videos for a little bit. I've decided to just live.. not every second of every day has to be about healing- living is also healing.

so Christine my team lead.. from the first week she was on my team I knew she was watching me.. clocking me. I mentioned it to my super and she said let her. 2 weeks ago I take my lunch. when I come back, before I could sit-down Christine says real loud- you know you weren't in a lunch code you were in a meeting code. I looked her in the eye and said you know it's not our job to monitor what code i'm in. it wasn't what I said but the way I said it. I was furious. I don't answer to her. she made up a lie about me signing a paper for her- I don't really know exactly what she said but I know it was a lie because 2 seconds before I walked away to go on my lunch I signed the paper for her so I'm not sure what she was actually trying to say. I had just met with her that day and I wanted to pull her in the office and talk but i knew it wasn't a good idea because of where my head was at. I wanted to ask her who the fuck she thought she was. I waited a week. I told her the interaction between us last week made me feel like I had to defend myself. she tried to play if off like she didn't know what I was talking about. Ohh you know- when you told me I was in the wrong code. I explained to her that I am a salaried employee so the codes I use don't matter. I get paid if I take a lunch or not and there are times when I don't take a lunch. I also explained to her that the job of a lead is not to monitor what I'm doing. I touched on professional boundaries. I tried to talk to her about some other things that I know she is doing that she shouldn't be. she denied doing them. I'm thinking just the fact that I brought it up would make her think twice about doing it again. I would think me bringing it up would be a sure sign to her that I know what shes doing?? people are dumb and she's a liar. at the end of our meeting she thanked me for talking to her about it.. out of all my reps she is the one I have to actively manage the most and it really shouldn't be that way. she's always trying to get over and she'll do things but wont take accountability for them. she likes to blame other people. the funny thing is.. i'm grateful to have the chance to manage someone like her. its good for me to be around difficult manipulative people so I can learn how to deal with them, it's not easy for me because that's not who I am.

[alba8688]

Love hurts

Warnings :just fluff,mention of throwing up and if I missed anything let me know please …

Chapter 29

Word count :3328

Eddie's pov

Sunday February 12

"Baby I'm gonna miss you ." I hugged Dani tightly. Today we were moving out the final things of her apartment to a storage unit .She decided to buy a house but won't be available to move in till June so she will be moving with her mom till she gets her house .

The only reason she decided to get a house was because of Nate. I'm not gonna lie, it was a beautiful house in a beautiful neighborhood. It was close to Harrington's house and she got it for a decent price.Well for her it seems like a decent price for me was way out of my budget .

And the only reason she got it so cheap was because the house was vandalized  by some kids so the price went lower. It needed a lot of TLC but for Dani it was beautiful since the first time we saw it .

We had been searching for apartments since she told me she had to move out but there was nothing to her liking and there's was a lot of apartments close by the her work and she didn't want nothing close to the school ,she wanted something far away because of me ,I've told her not to worry about me .Right now all she had to worried about was Nate .But she was stubborn and we kept searching  but we couldn't find anything that wasn't close to the damn school.Until we decided to drive around the neighborhoods and we saw that house it was beautiful from the outside but from the inside it needed a lot of remodeling .

I remember telling Dani to call the number ,she was debating thinking the price would be out of her budget ,but she was surprised when they told her the price and she made an appointment to go see it the next day . Dustin ,Dani and Myself .

It was a two story house with 4 bedroom 2 and a half baths and it had a small swimming pool on the back with a decent backyard.

But the walls had holes. There was graffiti on the walls and they had stolen the appliances from the kitchen and it also needed windows downstairs.

But to Dani she didn't see the house like we did ,she was already imagining how it would look remodeled and yeah that's how we found that house .

She put an offer for the house and for a whole week she was nervous thinking they wouldn't take it but eventually they called her saying the house was hers .

The next day Dani and Dustin went to sign the papers and talk numbers.I wish I could have gone that day but it was during school and Dani wouldn't let me miss because I needed to graduate .

The only Reason Dustin went was because he said Dani Needed a man to take care of her .

I laughed because I thought it was funny. I got a punch in my arm by Dustin .

Back to present day

"Eddie, you're gonna see me everyday at school."

"Yeah but I'm not gonna be able to kiss you like this." I lean in to kiss her lips softly "and I can't do this ." I kiss her neck "or do this ." I squeeze her ass "Eddie !! " she giggle

"It's just 3 months, Eddie ." She told me and I pretended to stab myself in the heart and fell to the floor sticking out my tongue to the side pretending I was dead "OH MY GOD !!!" She laughed I open one eye to look at her

"I  cough, need cough , a cough kiss ."I pretended to cough "you need a kiss huh? And where ?"she tells me crawling on top of me .

I move my hand down to my pants to point to dick."Oh really there ??" She says smiling

"Hmm hmm."i hum

"Ok if that's what it takes to bring you back ,then I have no choice but to do it right ?" She says playfully and I smirk .

"Fuck!!" I winced in pain and She gets off me laughing "oh wow you're awake I guess all you needed was a squeeze on your balls to wake up ." She belly laughed

I get up protecting myself from Dani .

"Now I need you to rub them till they feel better ." I pouted getting close to her .

"Oh yeah ?" She says softly pecking my lips "maybe you can come over tonight while my mom is working ." She whispers

My eyes widen and I felt like a little kid who just got handed candy.

"I can do that ." I Peck her lips

"Ok."I'll see you there. She smiles and turns around to pick up some boxes to take downstairs to my van .

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February 14 (valentines day )

DanI pov

Today was Valentine's Day and everyone at school was all lovey dovey with each other. It was disgusting, maybe it was the fact that I couldn't do that with Eddie in public and it made me mad seeing everyone else happy and receiving all those stupid flowers and stupid gifts .

Ahhhhh!!! I needed to get laid ASAP...

Been in a bad mood the whole morning since my night got ruined last night when Eddie and I were about to, you know,When  Dustin walked in my room .

If I was guy I would have a big boner right now with the way Eddie look today I mean he always looks good in anything he wore but today he look delicious 🤤 I mean really handsome ,is not like he is lollipop that I can suck .

I chuckled to myself "lollipop." I said softly

I was in my class grading some papers ,Eddie left early this morning so my mom

Wouldn't see him ,I felt like a high school girl sneaking in her boyfriend to her room without her parents finding out .

Knock knock knock

I picked up my head to see who was knocking but all I saw was legs and a  big bouquet of flowers .

"Danielle Henderson ?" The person behind the roses spoke

"Yes, that's me ." I stood up from my chair walking towards the person ,they set the bouquet down on my desk and gave me a note .

"This is for you, Happy Valentine's Day ."

The guy smiles politely and walks out the classroom .

The roses were beautiful. There were some red and some black as well .I noticed the flowers came with a note so I opened the note.

"Dani you are my other half ,my partner in crime ,my best friend and soulmate I love you with every drum beat of my heart,and it continues to grow every single day .I'm so excited for the days we get to spend together for those nights of us talking until the sun comes out ,and mostly for what the future hold for us I love You Danielle Henderson."

     P.s Happy Valentine's Day don't worry I'll give you The D tonight baby ."

I was a crying mess but leave it to Eddie to be romantic then come out with something to ruin it .

I look at the letter for a little while .

"Good morning Miss.Henderson." A familiar voice says .

Eddie was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed looking at me

"Good morning." I said softly

My eyes glazed ,I bit my bottom lip "I love you ." I mouthed

I wanted to hug him and kiss him to thank him for my flowers but we just stood there looking at each other like two idiots .

"I love you ." He mouthed back,I chuckled but blush like a schoolgirl. I cover my face with my hand,of how stupid I might look blushing .

"Don't cover your face. I love it when you blush." He says in a low voice

He was still leaning against the door frame, his arms in the same position. I know he has told me he crosses his arms when he is around me because like that he can contain himself from touching me .

"Are you two gonna stand there giving each other lovey dovey stares or are you gonna kiss?" Dustin says walking in with Gareth into my class

Snapping us both from Our trance .

"Dustin! " I smack his arm

"Well ,we will cover for you won't we Gareth?" Gareth nods and closes the door to the class standing in-front of the door ,Eddie rushes to me, hugging me, picking me up from my waist and kissing my lips passionately.I wrapped my legs around his hips instantly, something I always did .

"Ughh ." Dustin gagged "I know dude who would have thought Eddie the banished would go mushy for a girl ." Gareth said teasingly but Eddie wasn't listening, his lips were on mine the sweet taste of mint on his mouth it always seems he ate a whole pack of gum.But I know he does it because he knows how much i hate it when he smokes cigarettes.

"I love you ."I Lean my head on his forehead

"I love you too ." He smiles putting me down slowly

"Thank you Eddie, I love the flowers ." I blush when telling him this ,I look down not wanting for him to see me like this .

He puts his index finger and thumb on my chin picking my head up to look at him.

"You're beautiful when you're blushing." He pecks my lips

"Abort mission." Gareth suddenly says and Eddie and I pull apart quickly.This is something I hate the most .Hiding our relationship.

I walk back To my desk placing the flowers to the side while Gareth opens the door With Jason walking In handing me a rose 🌹

"Happy Valentine's Day Miss.Henderson."he says sweetly

"Thank you Jasón ." I smile politely

He goes and takes his seat and I could hear Eddie mimicking Jason "Happy Valentine's Day Miss.Henderson."

Gareth and Dustin burst out laughing.They were both sitting on the back With Eddie .

"Hey you Two ,to class now!!" I said sternly  both Dustin and Gareth stood up, saluting me "yes Ma'am ." Gareth says playfully

"Bye sis !!" Dustin says walking out of the class

But Gareth opens his backpack   before leaving handing me a rose and a heart chocolate box with a rose 🌹.

"Happy Valentine's Day Miss.Henderson." He says looking back at Eddie and winks at him .

"Thank you Gareth ." I smile and hug him .I could see Eddie staring at Gareth and me and I just give him a smile .But Eddie didn't smile he just cleared his throat ,I saw that he clenched his jaw and was holding to the desk making his knuckles Turn pale White.

I roll my eyes .I don't understand why he gets jealous of Gareth.But I remember what he has told me about Gareth being able to talk to me or give me a gentle hug without being told anything or being judge .

I pull away from Gareth and smile and thank him once again before saying our goodbyes .

As soon as Gareth leaves I look at Eddie who had his sight down looking at his desk .

I get you baby I feel

The same .

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So as the day passed I received a lot of gifts from my students: roses,chocolates and even some bears .I'm gonna love to See Eddie's face when I tell Him that some of the gifts were from the basketball team .

"Dustin hurry up!!!" I shouted as I was opening the trunk of the car to put my bag and the gifts I had received today .

"Well I'm holding like a million flowers so it is kind of hard to see where I'm going ." He tells me with an exasperated tone.

It was funny watching my little brother with the big bouquet walking ,you could only see his legs .

I open the back door to the car helping him put the roses inside .

"Eddie sucks ." He scoffs and gets in the front seat ...

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So here I was getting ready to go on a Date with Eddie for Valentine's Day. We weren't going anywhere fancy, just his trailer .

He said he made dinner for us "spaghetti  and meatballs." Was on the menu today. It was kind of cute everything he was doing today for me and today was also the day I was telling Eddie a secret I was keeping from him. Hopefully he took it well.

As I was doing my makeup I felt the sudden urge to vomit. I ran to the toilet, puking everything I had eaten the whole day .

I don't understand what was wrong with me. I have a few weeks of throwing up or feeling drowsy. Maybe I need vitamins .

I didn't feel sick or anything. It was just the times that I smelled something or ate something that upset my stomach. If I didn't have the thing in my arm I would say I was pregnant .

But with the implant in my arm it is not possible for me to get pregnant at least that's what I think .

I got up and brushed my teeth before finishing getting ready. I walked out of the restroom to my room that was connected to the restroom.I was glad for that because Eddie was staying and I knew he was going to stay every night .

I went to my closet looking for something to wear. I honestly didn't know what to wear to be at his trailer.

Suddenly I heard the door to my room open and someone walked in, "Mommy." Nate said softly .I still couldn't believe my sweet baby was here with me after a whole year without seeing him .

"Yes baby ." I replied, "I miss Eddie ." He said softly .If he only knew how much I missed Eddie too .Having Eddie around was never boring .

"Come here ." I cooed .

I carry him and walk to my bed sitting down "will go see him on the weekend ok." I said sweetly .It's the only thing I knew that would calm him down .

He smiles widely "you promised ." He says excitedly, hugging me tightly. "I promise baby ,now go have your sleepover with uncle Dustin ." I tell him and he runs off to Dustin's room .

While we are here he was sharing a room with Dustin,Nate loved spending time with his uncle Dustin and Dustin loved being an uncle .Spoiling Nate and teaching him the ways to be a better kid .

So after Nate left I stay sitting in bed contemplating the floor somehow it seems interesting but that's not really what was really so interesting.I had so many things in my head things that I know I could t say .Eddie being one .But right now wasn't the time to depressed myself because I'm going on a date with Eddie .

So I just got up and went back to deciding what to wear for our date. I wanted something simple but sexy as well .

"Bingo !!" I reached for the dress my mother had gotten for me for Christmas. It was simple but yet sexy .

I decided no heels for Today just for Eddie it could be one of his Valentine's Day gift cause I know how much he hates me wearing heels cause I'm always tripping or twisting my ankle but I tell him no matter what I wear I still ends up twisting my ankle even just standing up I can twist my ankle .

Don't ask me how but it just happens instead I wore my black Boots  that would make him happy .

I left my hair down to dry by itself with some simple makeup with red lipstick.

I look at myself one more time in the mirror looking satisfied with my look .

I grab my keys, purse and Eddie's gift before leaving I stop by Dustin's room to let him

Know i was leaving and I'll be back later .

"Be back later baby ."I tell

Nate and blew him a kiss which he blows one my way as well.

"If any.."

"I know call you if anything don't worry sis I'll take care of him go have fun." My brother gets up's from

His seat and closes the door on my face .

How rude

I guess that was my queue to leave .

So I made sure I had everything with me and before leaving I made sure to lock the house ,even though my mom said she would be home in 5 minutes I felt safe this way .

So I got in my car, turned it on and drove away to Eddie's house .

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I've been sitting outside Eddie's house for 15 minutes already thinking of the many ways I can tell him the decision I had made.

The door to the trailer opens slightly and I see Eddie peaking out .I flash my headlights at him and he opens the door completely walking out .

I turn off the car and get out locking it .

"Hey there ." Eddie says shyly with his hands inside the front pockets of his jeans.

"Hi." I said softly

I get on my tippy toes pressing a kiss on his lips.

"You look beautiful ." He tells me "now close your eyes sweetheart I have a surprise for you ." He tells me covering my eyes with his hands and guiding me with his hand on my lower back to his trailer .

"There's a step right here ." He tells me

I carefully moved my feet up the steps so I wouldn't trip .

"Ok stop ." He says softly

I listen and stay standing still with my eyes closed.

He removes the hand from my eyes to open the door ,I try opening my eyes But Eddie's hand goes back to cover them .

"No peeking ." He whispers in my ear ,I let out a small giggle ,this was really making me anxious .

I hear him close the door behind us .

"You ready?" He ducks his head down and whispers in my ear sending a shivering sensation down my spine .

"Yes ." I reply and Eddie removes his hands from my eyes sloping them down my hips .

I open my eyes and I'm met with a small circular table with a white tablecloth and two tall candles with two plates and two glasses .

The floor is scattered with red petal roses and some candles .

"Baby ,t-this is so beautiful." I coo ,

a big smile appears on his face. "I'm glad you like it ,I-I wanted to take you to Enzo's but I know we couldn't  so I brought Enzo to us ." He tells me ,I smile, placing a kiss on his cheek ."Come on ." He guides me to the table to take a seat while he heads to the kitchen to grab something .

"Ed's this is so beautiful ." I say softly "I'm glad you like it ,actually Wayne and his girlfriend help me decorate ." He says from the kitchen ,but I stop what I'm doing .Did I hear right ? Wayne has a girlfriend?

"Wait ,what ?" I ask ,he chuckles slightly and walks back with two plates of spaghetti and meatballs and places one in-front of me and one for him and he takes a seat in-front of me .

"Yes ,Wayne got himself a girl." He chuckles

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"That was delicious Eddie ."

"I'm glad you like it ." He says putting his beer down

"Eddie i-I need to tell you something ." I tell him suddenly not wanting to wait any longer ,I needed to get it out of my system ,I needed to tell him what I was planning to do ,because I couldn't take this anymore .

Eddie gets up from his chair bringing it close to me and sits right next to me .

"What is it sweetheart ?."

I open my mouth and close it again, the words not wanting to come out of my mouth .

I close my eyes and took a deep breathe before opening my mouth again and I was able to

Talk .

"I'm putting in my two weeks notice ."

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