#like 2 days ago i had lunch with my mom and then later i found out she was hiding in the laundry room until i left??

[cellestiallys]

My sister is ignoring me and refusing to talk to me for some reason for a few days now BUT she forgot her phone downstairs so I'm just chilling near it waiting for her to grow some balls and approach me to get it hehe

[sunny44]

Can I buy you a drink?

Paring: Carlos Sainz x Ex- best friend!reader

Warnings: arguments, heart broken y/n.

Summary: She’s going out in Mallorca with her family and she sees her ex- best friend.

Part 2

Mallorca is for sure a very special place for me.

My family comes here every summer and there is nothing better than this time of year for me.

It had been a few days since we were here and today we decided to go out to a bar nearby.

My parents, my brothers and cousins are going earlier and my uncles are coming a little later.

I was excited about the evening and went straight to the bar to get a drink to start the night.

“Erm excuse me.” I’ve tried to get the bartender.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

That voice.

Even though I knew that his family was coming here at the same time as my family I never imagined that he would show up on the same night as me and that he would recognize me.

"Carlos."

"Y/n. How are you?"

"Fine and you?"

"Fine too. So, may I?"

"No." I answer turning back to the bar and feel his hands on my waist. "Isabel won't like that."

"Don't worry about her."

"Why? Did she get tired of your arrogance and run away? Lasted longer than I thought."

"Are you jealous?"

"I stopped having any feelings towards you a long time ago." I tried to leave but he held me back. "Will you let go of me?"

"Can we talk? Please."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Please."

"No, stop. I don't want to be around you, I don't like the person I am around you." I say quickly holding back the tears. "I can't forget okay? I can't forget how you treated me and I can't forget what you said to me."

"I want to apologize.”

"Kind of late, isn't it?" He says nothing. "I loved you and you used me, lied to me about not having anything with her, and then I found out from your mother that you were dating her. And I stood there like an idiot in front of your mother listening to her say how happy she was that you found someone to make you happy, happy like she had never seen you before. And I was left aside not only by my best friend but also by the love of my life. So no Carlos, I don't want to hear your excuses."

Having said that I got out of there and left, I had missed the whole mood.

...

When I got home I told my parents that my migraine had attacked and that I had left and after convincing them that I was fine, I changed my clothes and decided to go to sleep.

The next morning was Sunday lunch day and when I woke up I could already hear the movement in the back of the house where the pool was and the outdoor kitchen where they were organizing things.

I put on a bikini and a pair of shorts and went downstairs to the outside kitchen.

"Buenos días mi hija." (Good morning daughter) My mother says and hugs me."Te sientes mejor?" (Do you feel better)

"Buenos días mamá y sí, estoy mejor" (good morning mom and yes I’m better) she smiles and kisses my forehead and the doorbell rings.

"Can you answer it for me?"

"Sure." I walked over there strangely since everyone was here and if they weren't they could just walk in. When I opened the door I found the Sainz family standing right there.

"Y/n dear, you look beautiful." Their mother speaks and hugs me.

"Hello and thank you. Come on in." I say making room for everyone to come in. "I didn't know you were coming today."

"We ran into your parents yesterday at the bar and they invited us, they also said you had a bad time and left. Are you better now?"

"Yes I am Mrs. Sainz, don't worry."

"You know you can call me Reys dear."

"Sure, I’m sorry." I smiled. I let my mom know that they had arrived and they went over after hugging me and leaving just me and Carlos in the foyer.

"I'm sorry I ruined your night last night, I wasn't going to come today but I didn't have any convincing argument to tell my mom and I didn't want to tell her about us either."

"It's okay and thank you for not telling."

"It's the least I could do." I agreed and left him alone going to the kitchen to make dessert.

Lunch was great and even with him there, I missed having all of us together like the old days, it was as if y/n and 6 year old Carlos were there with our families together, the difference is that we are no longer kids, unfortunately life is no longer just about sharing the green chalk and making sure we don't get the mat dirty with chocolate cake.

...

The hours passed and as it got late and everyone was drunk, his family ended up sleeping here at home and the fact that he is here keeps me awake thinking about everything so I decided to go down and sit on the porch of the house in the rocking chair that was my grandfather's, the one I used to sit on his lap when I was little girl and we would watch the stars.

I was wearing short satin pajamas and the night was cold so I curled up on the chair and stretched my legs trying to warm myself up

"I remember as if it were today the jealousy you felt when you saw me sitting on your grandfather's lap watching the stars." I heard his voice but didn't answer anything and soon felt a blanket on my shoulders. "You can't sleep either?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay?"

"Do you mind?"

"Well I'm asking so yes I do mind."

"I'm fine, just thinking about everything."

"More briefly about me."

"You know the world doesn't revolve around you do you?" He laughs.

"I know but I also know that I am the reason your brain won't let you sleep."

"You're not wrong."

"I know I'm the last person you want to talk about but you can vent if you want to." I heard him sit down on the stool behind the chair I was and I sighed getting up and sitting down next to him.

"It's just that since I saw you yesterday I can't stop thinking about us." I say without looking at him but I can feel his gaze on me. "I can't stop thinking about how we would be today if we had worked out in the past."

"And how do you think we would be?" I sigh.

"I don't know, maybe we'd still be dating, maybe engaged or even married. With kids or not. I really don't know how we would be, maybe we wouldn't even be together but I couldn't help but wonder."

"You want to know what I think?" I looked at him and agreed, "I think we would be married by now because you know how hurried I am and I honestly couldn't wait to marry you. As for children I had never really thought about it since we were very young at the time but I believe we would have already planned whether we would have them or not. In fact I think we would be happy."

"Did you always think that? That we would live a good life like that?"

"I don't know, I think so."

"Then why? Why did you let us end up like that?" I felt tears in my eyes and sat up facing him. "Why did you do that to me?"

"Because that's what I was told to do." He says leaving me confused.

"What do you mean told to?"

"My agent at the time said that for me to become known faster I needed to be in a relationship with someone who already had a bit of visibility and Isabel was that person at the time, I liked her and for a while I believed I was in love with her but that was until your mother told me you were engaged to some idiot and from the jealousy I felt at the time that's when I realized I wasn't really in love with her."

“You’re talking about Alec?”

“I’ve never knew his name or who he was but I didn’t like him just by the fact he was in the position I wanted to be.”

“Well it didn’t work out after all.”

“What happened?”

“We were two different and we wanted different things in life.” We remain in silence.

"Wow I hated you’re agent." He laughs.

"I know the feeling, he was a jerk."

We stood in silence and I unwrapped myself from the blanket and came closer to him placing it over both of us since he was only wearing shorts.

"I'm really sorry y/n, I know this doesn't change the way I made you feel but I really loved you and I should have followed my heart, I still love you if that's still worth anything."

I turned to him who smiled lightly and took a lock of my hair from my face placing it behind my ear.

"It still does." I held his face and kissed him.

It was as if we had gone back to that time, the time when we hid from everyone as if we were living a forbidden romance, the time when our love for each other was so pure and there was no one standing in our way.

And I think that after many years our paths have found each other again.

Tag list: @spicyclover @starsanova

[fishsticksloser]

My I request a rottmnt x reader where they are out spending time with reader but they run into one of the villains (like ghostbear, meat sweats, or hypno your choice) and they find out that they are the reader's uncle that they haven't seen in a long time, so they catch up and see how they've been? Sorry if this request is long. Remember to stay hydrated

Villain Uncle

RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: aged up, awkwardness, a tiny bit of violence, not written as headcannons

A/N: Honestly, I stopped staying hydrated for a while, but I'm back to drinking a lot of water. Stay hydrated!! I would like to preface with the fact that before Hypno mutated he went by Mezmer-Ron so I'm assuming his name was Ron... I honestly had no clue what to do with Ghostbear...

Donnie

You meet up with Donnie in the alley between the buildings you were perched on. You put the few pieces of mystic metal you found in his bag before you both turned to go back to the lair.

"Well well..." You hear a familiar New Zealand accent. Donnie tensed next to you. "I've found a turtle..."

Donnie turned and pulled out his bō, eyebrows drawn down. "I was in the middle of something." Donnie sighed. You turned to see the mutant hippo, who was all ready to pounce when he saw you.

"Y/N?" The hippo asks, lowering his rings.

"Uncle Ron?" You question.

"Uncle Ron?" Donnie turns to you.

"By days..." Hypno gasps, rings dropping to the ground. You race to him, enveloping him in a hug. A few years ago he just disappeared. "I haven't seen you in years, you've gotten so big."

"I'm hoping you weren't planning on killing my boyfriend." You laughed, Donnie hesitantly approached.

"You're dating a turtle?" Hypno huffs, both men glaring at each other.

"Says the hippo..." You answer.

Leo

Leo had portaled you guys to the beach for a day of relaxation. At least that was the plan, but soon Leo was fighting 2 giant crab men.

"I hate the Sando brothers..." Leo groans, being able to take a quick break from fighting to check on you.

"Sando?" You ask. He nods, watching them to make sure he didn't put you in danger. "Like... Ben and Carl Sando. Acrobats."

"Uh yeah..." Leo frowns, looking at you. "Why?"

"They're my uncles." You answer.

"Uncles? Your uncles are crab men... Why didn't you tell me you were related to the Sando's?"

"It never came up!" Ben charged, you quicky stepped in front. "Ben!"

"Y/N?" He grunts, skidding to a stop, Carl flies into him, making them fall over. "It really is you! What are you doing with this turtle?"

"He's my boyfriend."

"Aren't you a little young to be dating?" Carl glares at Leo.

Eventually they simmer down and you all go out for lunch to catch up. Your mom will be really happy knowing her brothers are okay.

Mikey

Mikey was headed to meet you at a yo'kai restaurant close by. He turned the corner and saw you with Meat Sweats. He couldn't see your face, but he saw Meat Sweats' gross smile. You were in danger, he had to do something.

"And I —"

"Y/N!?" Mikey calls. Rupert looked up, recognizing the orange turtle's voice. "Get away from them."

"Mikey." You grab his hand and pull him closer. "This is my uncle. Rupert Swaggert. This is my boyfriend, Mikey, he's a huge fan of Consenting Kitchen."

"Your uncle?" Mikey asks, at the same time Rupert says: "Your boyfriend?"

"We just bumped into each other." You smiled. "I haven't seen him since before he mutated."

Neither man spoke, nor did they look at you. They glared at each other. Sure Mikey was a fan of Rupert Swaggert, but he wasn't the biggest fan of Meat Sweats.

"Uh... I'm see you later, I have a date tonight." You smiled awkwardly at your uncle before dragging Mikey into the restaurant.

Raph

Both of you were chilling out in the park together. It was dark, so there wasn't a fear of people seeing him. You had grabbed takeout and drinks for a late night picnic.

This was your first date in months due to the missions Raph had to go on. But it made it all the more special.

"You wouldn't believe the guy that came in today at work." You laughed. Raph chuckled, not speaking so you could continue your story. "He kept trying to tell me that he needed left handed pencils. Like I was an idiot."

"Only one turtle?" Someone asks. You both turn and see a polar bear. "Y/N? What are you doing with this turtle?"

"Ghostbear..." Raph huffs. "I was just enjoying a date night..."

"Ghostbear?" You look at Raph who nods. "Like the pro wrestler?"

"Yeah?"

"That's my uncle!"

"What? You never told me! I was a huge fan of his... Until he tried to kill us."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for yelling at my mom before she went away on an emotionally taxing trip to another country to take care of my hospitalized grandmother?

The town I'm in went through a mass shooting a couple weeks ago, you might have seen it on the news. I'm a college student and was staying on campus at the time, and everyone went through lockdown for a couple of days. I remember not being alerted there was a shooting going on until I had already been walking around outside for at least a hour while it was happening five blocks down, and then staying in my room while on a call with my friends until 7 am who were trapped in other buildings and had to sleep on the floor while listening to the police scanners and news stations for more info. The lockdown ended after a couple of days, but I still felt not Great, especially with all the lack of management from campus and the news reporters taking photos and videos of us during the lockdown. I had several panic attacks for days afterwards, and I'm still having them now.

I texted my parents a couple hours after it started confirming I was okay, and my dad basically texted back "I saw, you'll be fine, just stay away from the windows." This made me very upset because I thought he already knew about my situation and didn't even bother texting or calling first. But in a phone call later with my mom where I basically exploded at her for saying the same thing, I discovered he just looked up news articles 2 minutes after I sent the text and then texted that, and didn't know how close the incident was. She said that she'd be mad if what I thought was true, but in another phone call confirmed they had a talk and then told me my dad just has issues communicating sometimes and "you have a nervous personality" and so I should learn to accomodate him more. I also blew up at this and told her that he's not the one in a mass shooting right now so why do I have to accomodate for him (triggered by a pattern of this in the past) ((He still hasn't called or texted me since other than sending a quick apology for the misunderstanding).) We ended up having a very emotionally charged talk and my mom also stated her mom got hospitalized, it's all very stressful right now, and that's also why they didn't say anything about it in the family groupchat because they didn't want to stress out everyone with even more bad news and to please not tell anyone yet about it. She started ranting again about how bad her childhood was with her mom for like a half hour and I had to cut her off and redirect her. But in the end she said she now understood how serious my situation was and that I could talk to her anytime about it.

Well, I thought that was it. But after they found the shooter 72 hours later and lockdown ended, my mom called me and basically assumed that everything was fine now and I was feeling "normal" again. I was admittedly pretty cagey and told her I wasn't for several reasons and she seemed confused but didn't push it. Then a day afterward she texted me and said one of her friend's daughters had a college essay they had to submit tomorrow and asked me if I could help them and they'd buy me lunch later when I got back. I was annoyed but I ended up telling them to send it to me in a Google Doc and I made some comments, but then she called me again and asked me if I could get on a Zoom call with the daughter and fix the essay together with her. I told her no several times and asked her why I had to do this if she didn't even bother preparing this essay beforehand until the last minute, but my mom said "It's a nice thing to do", and "She really needs help", and wouldn't take my no as an answer after 10 minutes. Then I basically blew up at her one final time and told her that I just went through a mass shooting and I've been comforting my friend who saw some of the dead bodies and I'm having panic attacks and why can't she ever take no for an answer and that I hate her and then I hung up on her.

She basically texted me later and said she realized how inconsiderate her request was when I said that one of my friends saw the dead bodies. She said she's leaving to go to visit my grandma soon but I can call her any time if I want. It's been a couple weeks and there's been no communication from either of us.

I feel bad for blowing up at her since she didn't seem to know how bad it was and also her mom is hospitalized and it's very stressful. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[heavyhitterheaux]

You Better Call Becky With the Good Hair Part 2

Synopsis: You and Jack have now been divorced for 10 years because of you catching him cheating. The two of you get a lot more than you bargained for when someone sees an article on the internet mentioning the divorce and why it happened. Can you two overcome your past?

Pairing: Ex-Husband!Jack Harlow x Ex-Wife!Reader

Original request by: my treacherous twin @harlowsbby 😘💕

Read Part 1 First

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“LeLe! You have ten minutes to get down here before I leave you! You’re going to make us both late!” You yell up the steps to your eleven year old daughter.

The second child that you had by Jack.

And you didn’t think there was going to be another one because of him cheating on you, but you found out right before you were able to file for divorce.

You cried for two weeks when you had found out and they definitely were not happy tears. It didn’t really hit you until you were once again holding a baby girl in your arms after being in labor for six hours.

When you originally told Jack, he obviously wanted to make it work between the two of you, but you just weren’t having it. You filed for divorce when you weren’t even two months into your pregnancy. You admit that it did add another layer of stress, but you wanted to cut as many ties as you could that held you to Jack.

But two ties that will be with you forever were your two daughters.

Even though you were upset about finding out that you were pregnant for a second time, once you saw those chubby cheeks and brown eyes you fell in love with the thought of having another mini me besides Amiyah.

He made his bed and now it was time for him to lie in it.

You happened to find out all of the information about his little fling, Rebecca Davis and couldn’t understand for the life of you what she had that you didn’t.

Until you realized,

She didn’t have a damn thing on you and your ex-husband had just been stupid.

After he got caught, he cut off all contact with her.

Or at least that’s what he told you.

“Coming mom!”

You were waiting by the door with your keys in your right hand with her lunch that you packed for her in the other.

Your oldest Amiyah lived with Jack full-time.

You admit that when she originally asked you two years ago when she was twelve that she wanted to live with him and if you were okay with it, your heart shattered. She was your little mini-me and had obviously been attached to your side since she was born. 

There was no way in the world that you would keep your children from seeing their father and vice versa.

Of course you didn’t mention to her why it seemed like there was such a disconnect between you two when at one time it was the complete opposite.

She did her best not to mention it because she noticed that despite being divorced, the two of you did still have a soft spot for one another. 

Amiyah was a daddy’s girl and there was no way of getting around it. You knew she loved you obviously, but being around Jack was top tier and you knew deep down that it hurt her being away from him for long periods of time.

It hurt you too and it had been hurting you for the past ten years. 

She was now 14 and just recently started high school and she came over every weekend and she made sure to facetime you and talk to you every day.

You knew in the back of your mind that it was only a matter of time before she found out why her parents weren’t together anymore and you were dreading it. She was getting to that age and getting more mature and knew that she was bound to ask sooner or later. 

“I’m here, I’m here!” Aaliyah said coming down the steps with her book bag and jacket in her hand.

“Mm hmm, you were up again weren’t you?” You asked while handing her the lunch you made for her as she started to make her way to the car.

“I have a history test! I want to do good on it mom!”

“I heard Netflix, but I’ll let it slide, come on.”

It was around noon and you were hanging up some new designs in your boutique when you suddenly got a call from Amiyah.

This instantly made you nervous seeing as it was school hours and she knew better than to be on her phone unless it was an emergency.

“MiMi? Are you okay?” You blurted out as you quickly sat down.

“Mommy, can you come and get me?” She only called you mommy when she was upset so you knew that this had to be a big deal.

“Bub, what’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you hurt?”

“No, just please.” She pleaded with you and you could tell that she was now crying.

“Okay, I’m coming.”

You slipped your phone in your back pocket and made your way over to where Luna and Lav were.

You opened your boutique soon after the whole cheating ordeal and Luna and Lav help you to run it on a daily basis. Homebase was in Louisville, but you had stores in New York, Miami, Atlanta, D.C, L.A., and you were working on getting one in Houston. 

“Something’s wrong with MiMi. She won’t tell me over the phone so I’m going to go get her.”

“Why didn’t she call her big ass forehead father?” Lav asked before Luna looked at her and rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know. She sounded really upset. Maybe it’s a girl thing and she needed me.”

“Well we’ll be here and we have everything covered.”

You said a quick thank you before hopping into your range rover and speeding to the high school.

When Amiyah slipped into the passenger seat, her eyes were filled with tears and you could tell that there were dry tears covering her cheeks.

“What happened MiMi?” You asked, concerned while looking at her. All she did was shake her head.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me right now. I want you to take your time and tell me when you’re ready. But for now, how about we have lunch and get our nails done?” You said while trying to wipe her tears away.

“Okay.” She quietly said before you started driving in the direction of the nearest chick-fil-a. That would always make her feel better and Jack would sometimes joke about him feeling some type of way seeing as she liked that better than KFC.

The radio was on a low volume as you were weaving through the Louisville traffic when you could see that she was looking at you.

“Mimi?”

“Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Of course. Anything for you, you’re my baby. You know that. Was your dad busy?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t call him. And Aaliyah is your baby.”

“Aaliyah is my youngest baby while you’re my oldest baby. Amiyah, let him know that you’re with me. I don’t want him to go up there when school is over and be looking for you.”

“Can you do it, please? I don’t want to talk to him.” You suddenly got a confused look on your face. In fourteen years, this was a first. 

“Baby girl, what is going on? There has never been a time when you turned down talking to your dad.”

“And I want to stay with you for the rest of the week.”

“Amiyah Margaret Harlow, you have me nervous.” You responded while pulling into a parking space.

“Please, I just… I’m mad at him.”

“Sweetheart, you have to tell him that and tell him why. How do you expect to fix things if you don’t talk about them? We taught you that.”

“I’m not ready to talk to him.”

“Okay… just… I’ll text him. Let’s just get our food.” You said while turning off the car and opening the door.

You then sent Jack a quick text so that he wouldn’t be worried and be looking for her later

You- I have Amiyah. She called me crying and asked for me to pick her up from school which I did. But she won’t tell me what’s wrong. Did something happen between the two of you recently?

Jack- Not that I can think of. She was fine this morning when I dropped her off at school.

You- She also said that she wanted to stay with me for the rest of the week and that she was mad at you. I told her that she needed to tell you this and not me.

Jack- Mad at me for what? Literally nothing out of the ordinary happened

You- I don’t know, but you need to call her later and fix this because she was crying crocodile tears when I got her earlier.

Jack- Well you focus on Amiyah and I can pick up Aaliyah. When I drop her off, I’ll talk to her.

You- Okay

“You know what you want, Mimi?”

“My usual, please.”

“You got it.”

After having lunch with you and getting a mani and pedi done, you could tell that she was still upset, but she tried not to let it show.

It was nearing 3:45 and you knew that Jack would be coming with your youngest soon and tried one more time to get information out of your oldest.

“Mimi, are you ready to talk now?” You quietly asked and turned down the television in order to hear her response.

“Um, I guess.”

“What is going on between you and your dad and why don’t you want to talk to him?”

After you asked that question, tears started to form in her eyes again and you quickly went and sat next to her and hugged her.

“Because he ruined our family.”

“What? Amiyah, we just grew apart….”

“Mommy stop making excuses. Daddy cheated on you with a lady named Rebecca and that’s why you two divorced. This is his fault why we aren’t all under one roof. And I noticed that you’re still sad all the time. You don’t date anyone and neither does he. I just want the two of you back together.”

Well, shit.

“Amiyah….”

Before you could respond to her, the doorbell rang and you hopped up to answer it.

And of course you were then face to face with your ex-husband and a bouncing bubbly Aaliyah who was sipping on a slushie from 711. She was going to be bouncing off the walls until bedtime and made a mental note to kill Jack later for that since he let her get the largest size. 

“Sorry, mommy! Forgot my key again!” She said as she stepped past you and smiled. She looked to the living room to see her older sister and she was upset and quickly went to give her a hug. You admired their relationship and how close that they were.

You then turned back to Jack and he was now looking at you concerned.

“Umm, first off, hi.” You said, trying to come to terms with what Amiyah just told you.

“Hey, you okay? Where’s Mimi?” Jack asked, trying to step past you, but you quickly pulled him back.

“She knows.” You whisper and Jack looked at you confused.

“Knows what?”

“Why we aren’t together anymore and she is upset with you.”

“How did she even find out?” Jack muttered and his heartrate had now sped up.

“It is all over the internet, Jackman if you know where to look. We did our best with trying to shield her, but there’s only so much that we can do. That’s what comes with having a father whose famous.”

“Fuck.” Jack quietly muttered and you had no idea what to even do at this point.

You then noticed how Jack’s eyes went wide and you turned around to see Amiyah giving him a death glare.

“You are such a hypocrite! You tell me not to settle when it comes to boyfriends after I got cheated on and that I deserve the best when you were out here cheating on your wife!”

“Amiyah, baby….” Jack said, pleading with her. 

“No! How could you do that to her and do that to us? Now we have to split our time between two houses, have two of every holiday all because of what you did! You weren’t thinking of us at all!”

“Amiyah! Do not raise your voice at your father!”

“Mom, how can you still take up for him after what he did to you and to us?”

“At the end of the day, he is still your father and you need to respect that.”

You suddenly heard slurping and you looked to your left to see Aaliyah looking on with wide eyes.

“Um, so can we have pizza for dinner? And daddy? I know that lady you cheated on mommy with definitely wasn’t as pretty as she is.”

—-

You had finally convinced Amiyah to talk to Jack while you went and entertained your youngest child upstairs in her room to give them two some privacy.

They were both in the living room sitting next to each other while Amiyah had her arms crossed.

“Amiyah?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry that you found out from the internet and not from me about what happened. I regret what I did every single day and I’m holding out hope that one day your mom will forgive me and take me back. I admit I was wrong and that instead of working through our problems in our marriage, I just wanted a distraction from it all and that’s what I did. I still remember the look on your mom’s face when she found out and my heart breaks every time that I think about it. I told you not to settle for less because I meant it. I guess that was my karma. Me cheating on your mom and then you getting cheated on. I never thought that I would see you in that position and the fact that I know I wouldn’t want that to happen to my daughter so why would I do that to someone else’s daughter? Been ten years since it was finalized and I still get on myself about it every day.”

“She still cries from time to time about it. I know she doesn’t think I know, but I do. I heard her talking to Aunt Lav the other day and I heard her say as much as she hates what you did that she misses you.”

“And I have no one to blame but myself for it.”

“I think she would take you back if you asked her.”

"I highly doubt it. She barely accepts the gifts that I give her for her birthday every year. And besides, it's been ten years."

That's when the wheels in Amiyah's head began turning to try and come up with a plan to get her parents back together.

“It’s been ten years, but neither of you ever dated anyone else. That counts for something. Right?”

—

Amiyah had been planning what she wanted to do for the two of you for about a week now, but she knew that she was going to have to have help. And what better people to help her than the two people who were covering up her father’s cheating ways?

Uncle Urban and Uncle Sunni.

Amiyah- Uncle Urban and Uncle Sunni we miss you. Can you pick me and Lele up from school today?

Aaliyah- Yes! Pretty pleaseeee you owe us a lunch date

Urban- anything for my girls. I'll make sure Uncle Sunni isn't late this time either

Sunni- That was ONE time 

Amiyah- One time too many smh

Amiyah had let both of you know that their uncles would be coming to get them and that they didn’t need to worry about picking up either of them from school. You decided to treat yourself and get your hair done since there was no need to rush to get either of them.

They had all finished eating and Amiyah had her arms crossed and was eyeing both of her uncles as they both looked at her confused while Aaliyah was looking at the dessert menu.

Amiyah nudged her and she knew it was game time.

"You two okay?" Sunni asked concerned while trying to figure out what was happening.

"We know what you two did and the both of you are going to help us fix it."

"What did we do?" Urban curiously asked.

"Not tell our mother that our father was cheating on her which led to their divorce."

Urban went pale

Sunni was trying not to choke on his drink 

Aaliyah was just following in her big sister's footsteps.

"They're both miserable and we want to see them back together. Well I’ve actually never seen them together since it happened when she was pregnant with me.” Aaliyah added while pointing to the picture of the molten chocolate lava dessert and scooting it towards Urban. 

"Girls this really isn't our business to intervene with this. Your parents…"

"Not intervening eleven years ago is why we're where we are now. Obviously daddy is at fault. However, you two turned a blind eye and hurt my mom in the process and it's the fact that she still cries about it to this very day. I want my entire family back under one roof." Amiyah added and the two of them knew that the girls were not about to let this go. 

“So, what exactly did you two have in mind since it doesn’t look like we’re getting out of this one.” Sunni muttered while looking at Urban. 

“First, we have to get them to spend more time with each other. I don’t know how, but I’ll make it happen. And once that happens, I want to recreate their first date that they had at Vincenzo’s.”

“Are we actually doing it at the restaurant or?”

“No, in mommy’s backyard and the two of you are responsible for setting it up while we keep them distracted. It helps that Aaliyah is with her and I’m with dad.”

“And what if this doesn’t work?” Urban asked nervous about the answer that his goddaughter was going to give him.

“It has to, because I don’t have a plan B.”

“If it doesn’t, I’ll just start crying. Usually they both fold when that happens.” Aaliyah said while digging into her dessert.

“Mom is going to kill you. You have been eating sugar nonstop all week.”

“She won’t know if you don’t tell her.”

“She’ll be able to tell because you’ll be bouncing off the walls until you go to sleep.”

“Okay so when are we starting to execute this plan?”

“Now.”

—

“Daddy, this is pretty. Do you think mom would like it? You should buy it for her.” Amiyah said while she was out with her dad to get some new shoes that she wanted and saw a necklace that had you written all over it.

“She would probably like it.” Jack answered her while shrugging and admiring the necklace at the same time.

“So buy it for her.”

“Mimi, we talked about this.”

“You have to try. I know you still want to be with her and that she wants to be with you. It’s like you’ve given up!”

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do, baby girl, but she made her intentions very clear when she told me she wanted to divorce me.”

“No offense, daddy but that was 100% your fault.”

“I-...”

“Tell her how sorry you are!”

“Don’t you think I’ve already tried that? I still give her gifts on her birthday every year, still get her flowers periodically and even give her gifts on what was supposed to be our anniversary. Let it go, Amiyah.”

“But what if I don’t want to?”

“You doing this might make her more upset in the end and that’s the last thing that I want. Did you think about that?”

“Well, no. I just want to see both of you happy and right now I feel like I’m watching a very sad episode of those soap operas that grandma likes.”

“I know, but promise me you’ll stop. It’s just…”

“It’s just what? You don’t have a secret child do you?”

“AMIYAH MARGARET!”

“What?!? I was just asking!”

“It’s nothing, now let it go and stay out of grown folks business. Your mom is the only person that I've ever gotten pregnant.”

“But you two are my business. You’re my parents.”

“You definitely got that attitude from her. It has Y/N written all over it.”

Amiyah was now back to square one with her plan, but she wasn’t giving up. She instructed her baby sister to tell their mother that she missed the two of them and to invite them over for a movie night.

“MOM, PLEASE?!”

“You’ll see your dad this weekend. You can’t wait until then?” You asked while scrolling through your phone on door dash, not wanting to cook anything for the two of you tonight.

“No! I miss him and I want to see him now!” She whined and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what was going on between the both of your daughters lately. 

“Come on, let's facetime him.”

“That’s not good enough!”

“Aaliyah, what in the world is going on with you and why are you almost twelve years old having a full blown temper tantrum?”

“I just miss daddy. I just… I never got to experience having both of you under one roof and Amiyah did. It’s just not fair.”

All you did was sigh. 

You couldn’t even be mad at her about that one.

“Okay, baby. Let’s facetime him and ask him and Amiyah to come over for movie night if he isn’t doing anything. Sound like a plan?”

“Yes.” She answered while sniffling and laid her head in your lap while you began to call him.

He picked up immediately. 

“What’s wrong? You have that look on your face.”

“Your youngest misses you and wants you to come over for movie night if you and Amiyah aren’t doing anything.”

“Let me talk to daddy! Hand me the phone please!” Aaliyah said while popping up from your lap and you quickly handed her the phone. 

“Daddy!”

“Yes, baby girl. How are you?”

“I miss you so can you and Mimi come over so we can have pizza and watch movies?”

“I miss you too, but you know that it’s a school night, right?” Jack asked while eyeing her. One thing that the two of you always prioritized was them doing well in school. 

Her smile immediately turned into a pout.

“Yes, but…”

“I’ll tell you what. Is all your homework done?”

“Yes! And I already finished studying for my test at the end of the week.”

“I expect an A on it.”

“It’s my best subject. Of course I’ll get an A.”

“Okay, we’ll be over there soon. Hand the phone back to your mom.”

“Okay!”

Aaliyah handed you back your phone and proceeded to go upstairs to her room.

“What in the world is going on with your daughters lately?” You asked while eyeing him.

“Oh, so they’re my daughters now?” Jack answered, noticing that you were wearing your favorite pair of earrings that he had bought you almost 13 years ago. 

It’s been years since he saw you wear them. 

“Yes, because they act just like you.”

“Mimi got that attitude from you. Let’s be clear about that.”

“Okay, now that I agree with but, Aaliyah was literally having a full blown temper tantrum until I called you. She hasn’t done that since she was six.”

“I wonder why.”

“She… she did say that she felt some type of way because Amiyah got to experience having two parents under one roof and she didn’t.”

“Oh. I can imagine that’s hard on her.”

“Yeah, but um.. You two can come over when you’re ready.”

“I’ll pick up pizza for us. Be there soon.”

“Okay.”

“IS THAT MOM?!” You heard Amiyah yell in the background before she proceeded to grab Jack’s phone without waiting for an answer.

“Hi my baby. It’s me.”

“I got an A on my science project!”

“Was that the one that I helped you with?”

“Yes, because all daddy can help me with is music class.”

“HEY! I HEARD THAT!”

“I got my brains from mom! We all know this!”

“Give your dad some credit, he’s smart too when he wants to be.”

“Y/N! Outta pocket!” Jack exclaimed and all you did was laugh.

“Hurry up and get here you two.”

“Aaliyah, baby, not again!” Jack exclaimed as she decided that she wanted to watch Encanto.

“But it’s my favorite and the two of you used to sing the songs to me when I was younger!”

“That’s all you ever pick! Do something else!” Amiyah said while stuffing her face with pizza.

“Fine, Encanto, the sing along version.”

“AALIYAH!”

“Okay fine! Princess and the Frog!”

“Now we’re talking!” Amiyah answered since that was her favorite Disney movie. The two of them purposely sat next to each other and spread out across the couch so that you and Jack had no choice but to sit next to each other too.

After the movie had gone off, you had mercy on your youngest child and let her watch Encanto next, before the girls knew it, the two of you were sleeping with Jack’s arm wrapped around you and your head was on his chest.

“Mimi, take a picture. We’re going to need this later.”

"They look so cute!"

You woke up by the sound of your two daughters and it seemed like they were arguing.

“No, Aaliyah! Not like that! Here let me help you!”

“But I can do it!”

“You’re going to drop it because it’s too heavy. You carry that and I’ll get this. Come on before they wake up.”

You were startled to find that you were in fact cuddled up against your ex-husband with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you and it was light outside.

“Good morning parents!” Amiyah exclaimed while setting a tray of food down in front of the two of you.

“What time is it?” Jack asked with his eyes still closed.

“Umm 9.”

“Wait a minute! You two should be in school!” Jack said, fully alert and looking at the two of them. Aaliyah noticed that his arm was still wrapped around you and smiled to herself.

“Umm, you see what had happened was…”

“Amiyah Margaret!”

“We forgot to set our alarms! We can stay home and have a family day, right?!” She asked hopeful.

“Just this once.”

“Good, because I have an entire day planned out for us.”

You and Jack immediately groaned.

“She got that from you.” Jack whispered and you immediately laughed.

“Did not, that is definitely all you.”

—

Over the next two months, you and Jack had been spending more and more time with each other and the girls as a family and reality was starting to hit you with how much you missed him.

You were now looking at your wedding album pictures with you and Jack and trying not to cry. It was two in the morning and you couldn’t sleep. 

Aaliyah got up to go to the bathroom and saw your bedroom light on and knocked on the door.

“Mommy, can I come in? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby, come in.” You answered her while quickly wiping away your tears so she wouldn’t see you.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I saw your light on when I went to the bathroom. What are you looking at?” She curiously asked and knew that there was no use in hiding from her.

“My wedding pictures.”

“I’ve never seen them before!”

“You want to see them? Come here.” You said and patted the space next to you and she immediately hopped up.

You turned all the way to the beginning and she was mesmerized.

“You look so pretty and… so happy.”

“I was. I definitely was.”

“Daddy looks so handsome and so excited to marry you.”

“It was an amazing day. We were actually scared that it was going to rain, since it had rained all week, but on the day of the wedding it didn’t.”

“Oh, Uncle Urban always had long hair, I see.”

“He has for the most part and he was your daddy’s best man.”

“And there’s Uncle Sunni next to him.”

“I want to show you this one, I think you’ll like it.”

You turned to the picture that showed you and Jack laying next to one another. You were looking into the camera, but Jack’s eyes were focused on you. Your youngest was already a hopeless romantic so you knew that she would love it.

“Mommy?”

“Yeah, bub?”

“Daddy still looks at you like that when you aren’t paying attention.” 

It was now time for the final part of the plan and Amiyah and Aaliyah were responsible for getting both you and Jack to the backyard by 7 pm.

School had let out last week for the summer and the girls had requested that they had dinner with their parents in the backyard because of how nice it was outside.

Aaliyah was currently trying to get you to put on a dress that was similar to what you had worn on your first date with Jack while Amiyah was trying to do the same thing for him.

“You should definitely wear this one.” Aaliyah said while going into your closet and picking the dress off of the rack.

“Umm, why? It’s just going to be us, your sister, and your dad. I would usually wear that when going out to dinner, not staying in.”

“But it would look so pretty and do your hair how you had it last week. Daddy loves when you wear it like that.”

“Aaliyah, what are you up to?” You curiously asked because the last part of her statement threw you off. Since when did she notice that Jack liked your hair like that and why did she care?

“Nothing, just want you to dress up. You haven’t done it in a while and I know how happy it makes you. I’m going to wear my dress that’s similar to this one. Can you put my hair in a high ponytail when I’m ready?”

“Sure baby. Go get ready because they’ll be here soon.”

You took a quick shower and moisturized with your lavender lotion to help calm you down.

Were you actually nervous to be around your ex-husband?

You were staring at the dress that Aaliyah had laid out for you on your bed debating on whether you were going to put it on or not.

A sigh escaped from your lips as you slipped it on along with a pair of your white sandals and proceeded to sit at your vanity to start to do your hair and make up. You were thinking how you had worn it last week and then you suddenly had a realization.

The style was similar to the one that you wore on your wedding day.

As you were finishing up, Aaliyah came into your room wearing a dress similar to yours like she promised, except hers was a light purple.

“Are you ready? Amiyah text me that they’re on their way.”

“Just about, now let me do your hair for you.”

After you finished doing her hair for her, she ran down the steps as she heard the doorbell in order to answer it while you were still trying to calm your nerves.

“MOMMY! COME ON! WE’RE HUNGRY!” You heard Amiyah yell from downstairs and decided that it was now or never.

You walked downstairs to see Jack also dressed up in a similar outfit that he wore on your first date and simply eyed your daughters who had the biggest smiles on their faces.

“I-... they made you dress up too?” You asked while looking at him and took everything in you to not hop on him right then and there.

You were done with not being honest with yourself. 

You missed your ex-husband. 

“Amiyah wouldn’t let me leave the house until I did. She actually made me change my outfit because I was wearing something else before.”

“Well, you look nice.”

Actually he looked fine as fuck, but you didn’t want to say that in front of the girls. 

“And so do you. Love when you do your hair like that.”

“I told you, mommy!” Aaliyah whispered to you and you simply smiled.

“Okay, now that we’re all here, follow us.”

“What in the world are you two up to?” Jack asked as both of you followed them to the backyard where you saw Sunni and Urban also dressed up.

“Welcome to Vincezo’s de la Harlow! Your servers tonight will be Uncle Sunni and Uncle Urban! We have a four-course meal ready for you! Have a seat at the table and we’ll bring out your drinks. We know daddy doesn’t drink alcohol, so I hope sparkling water is okay.”

Both of your jaws were on the floor.

“Go on! Don’t just stand there, sit down!” Amiyah said while smiling at her parents.

The two of you walked over to the table and Jack pulled out your chair for you before going to sit across from you.

“Uhhh Urban, Sunni? What did my daughters threaten you with to make you do this?” You asked while looking over at both of them.

“Uh, nothing. They just wanted our help.” Urban answered you while trying not to mention the fact that they knew that he and Sunni had known about Jack’s cheating ways and didn’t say anything to you. 

“You seriously recreated our first date?” Jack asked while looking around at the decorations around the backyard.

“This was all them, they came up with the plan and simply asked for our help.” Sunni added while shrugging.

Amiyah came and sat two glasses filled with sparkling water in front of each of you before Urban and Sunni went back in the house which you assumed was to get the food.

“When in the world did they have time to do this? This was happening in my backyard and I literally heard nothing.”

“They probably did it while you were at the boutique earlier.”

Just then Sunni placed a plate of fried mozzarella between the two of you.

Same thing that you had on your first date.

“Wait, Sunni did you actually make this or?”

“Y/N, come on. Since when do I cook? This actually is from Vincenzo’s so the two of you won’t be poisoned by my lack of cooking skills.”

“I was just curious.” You said while holding up your hands in defense. 

When Sunni walked away, it left the two of you alone.

It wasn’t an awkward silence, but you were wishing that Jack would say something.

“I now see that they’ve been planning this for months.”

“Planning what?”

“They want us back together. Did you notice that they’ve been wanting to spend more time with us? I think this is the most time we’ve spent together since before we were divorced.” Jack said while reaching for another piece of fried mozzarella. 

“And the time where Aaliyah had a temper tantrum because she missed you? Movie night? Then probably purposely not setting their alarms to spend the day with us? It makes sense.”

“Aaliyah told me that you showed her our wedding pictures not too long ago.”

“I did. And that was actually the first time that I’ve looked at them in ten years.”

“I would’ve thought that you would have put it in a place where you knew that you would forget about them.”

“Why? Why would I do that?”

“Don’t you regret marrying me?”

“No, not even for a second. That thought has NEVER crossed my mind. Besides giving me my two beautiful girls, I’m still very thankful to have been married to you.”

“That feels good to hear you say.”

“Despite what happened and why it ended, there should be no doubt in your mind how much I love you and how much I care about you still. That just doesn’t go away overnight.”

“And apparently it doesn’t go away in ten years either. But we’ve done a good job with co-parenting them.”

“I agree.”

“Wait, did you say you love me and care about me? Like present tense?” Jack asked suddenly, having a realization of what you had just said.

You simply nodded.

“You do not know how hard it was for me to file for divorce. I found out that I was pregnant and my mind was on overdrive. At that time, I didn’t think that I would regret it.”

“How do you feel about it now?”

“Before Aaliyah came in and saw the wedding pictures, I was looking at them and crying and thinking to myself where did I go wrong to have you cheat on me?”

“No, absolutely not. You didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t ever think that. I was just so wrapped up in focusing on myself, I forgot what was really important and that was you. I regret doing that every single day. All I ever wanted was for you to find somewhere in your heart to forgive me for treating you like that.”

“But I have forgiven you. I forgave you a long time ago because it was not doing me any good to hold onto that hurt. The best thing for me was to move on.”

“But you haven’t moved on, neither of us have.”

“Because I knew deep down that I couldn’t imagine myself being married to anyone else.”

After the two of you had finished dessert, you were simply looking up at the stars that were covering the sky and sighed to yourself.

“I have to ask…” You heard Jack say and you looked over at him to give him your full attention.

“Ask, what?”

“Could we maybe go out on an actual date? Without our girls around? You said that you forgave me for what I did, so I’m asking for a second chance.”

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[purplesurveys]

1949

Do you want the last dream you had to come true? Not necessarily. It was one of those weirder dreams where people from different areas in your life show up in one scene and say lines that their Real Self would never say – and it would make zero sense in this timeline if it were to happen, lmao.

When did you last talk to the person you’d most wanna talk to right now? Mm around 10 minutes ago, but only through Messenger.

What kind of pill did you last take? Biogesic for my horrrrrrrrrrible migraine 2 weeks ago.

Do you like wearing glasses? I like them; they're the only way I can see haha. I also much prefer glasses than contact lens because I simply don't like putting Anything in my eye whatsoever.

Does your mom know the last person you hung out with? Yeah very much. We've pretty much adoped her into our family the same way hers has always treated me as their own. I wouldn't be her maid of honor + my mom wouldn't have been designated as her godparent in marriage if we were any less close.

What were you doing 4 hours ago? I think I was playing Rhythm Hive while I was (barely) listening to the CDC in the background. I don't really give as much excited attention as I used to since my school hasn't had a podium finish in like 9 years, but I still watch to show my support.

What would you most like to eat right now? Balut tempura. I didn't finish my order of it from lunch and I'm looking forward to having it again later tonight lol.

How long were you last in the car for? Just around 15-20 minutes.

What is something good that happened last weekend? I got two new Koya plushies I found at the mall! :) I also got to pick out my dad's Christmas present. Now to think of the rest of the gifts I still need to give to like 40 other people uuuuuughhhhhhhh

Do you like holding hands or do you think it’s stupid? I do like it. It's just that I never get to do it with anyone anymore.

The last song you heard, what does it make you think of? Nobody other than the artist (Jimin), really. It's one of those songs with lyrics that aren't relevant to me.

How’d you get your last injury? Minor, but Max's scratches.

What do you like about your birthday? The fact that nobody can get mad at me for one day, heh.

Do you like being home alone at night? Sure. It never happens, but I wouldn't mind it if that were suddenly the case. I have the dogs to keep me company + can always order Grab if I go hungry.

What first comes to mind when thinking of 10th grade? So that's like sophomore year, right? Tbh, the first thing I thought of are a couple of sophomore-exclusive classes I took at the time – Asian history and statistics. Everything else about it is a blur; I can't even remember who my best friend at the time was.

What’s the scariest thing that’s happened to you? Two years ago when they found a cyst in my mom. My family has never been open around one another and as expected my parents were extremely secretive about the whole ordeal, so I had no idea what was going on much to my quiet frustration. All I knew to do was to just keep a straight face as the eldest daughter + do whatever my dad asked me to do, like getting my mom's favorite pastries to cheer her up and such.

To this day I'm still not very knowledgeable on the details, and the one time I directly involved myself in the situation was when I visited my mom in the hospital, post-hysterectomy.

Has an ambulance ever came to your house? Nope.

The person you’re thinking about - what are you thinking about them? I'm not thinking about anyone.

When did you last skip class? 2019, I guess? It's the year before the world stopped lol, and is the only reasonable guess.

Do you like the shape of your fingernails? Sure.

Did you look at your fingernails for the question above? No. I already know that I like my nails haha.

Whose pool did you last swim in? I haven't swum in a pool in years lol – the chlorine bothers me.

What’s something you like about your 3rd hour? My what?

Is formspring a good idea? I hated that shit. I never even liked seeing people air their dirty laundry through that website. Just so messy on all fronts, lol.

What’s your biggest problem at the moment? I'm devastatingly desperate for a new job to move to. I hate where I work and it chokes the happiness out of me every day. That's all I'll say because even typing about it now is making me stressed.

When did you last see a police car? Can't really remember.

Why aren’t you doing something more productive than this? I don't have to. It's a Sunday evening and I already worked well into midnight both Friday and Saturday.

How many different cars have you driven? I can think of three.

What did you do on Thursday? Had a stressful day at work + said bye to my sister who at the time was scheduled to fly out to Korea.

What color was the last thing you drank? Light brown.

What do you do on Fridays? Be stressed at work + relax and enjoy once it's evening.

Have you ever had to take desperate measures in a desperate situation? Sure.

What door did you last open besides any on your house or car? Client's office.

[softcarebears]

ok pookie we got

!!!drama!!!

so there’s this girl (you’ve seen one pic of her) that we’re gonna call pinkie for privacy reasons

pinkie and me have been friends for 3 years, and i’ve been in a group w/ her, bbsf and two other ppl for 2 years

so, imagine my surprise when i’m talking to another in our group, who i’m gonna call cowgirl. and me and cowgirl were gonna go shopping together so i texted pinkie and asked if she wanted to come w/ us and she doesn’t even read my message, but cowgirl texts her less than a minute later and she instantly responds

and imagine an even bigger surprise when cowgirl tells me that pinkie has been inviting everyone to come over and hang out multiple times in the past month, except me. she was completely ignoring me in our pms and in every single group chat that we were in, which everyone found weird bc we were just having a bunch of fun on the last day of school

so me, cowgirl and bbsf r talking and they were like, yeah we’ve been on the phone w/ pinkie constantly, she always picks up, why won’t she she pick up for you

and then i talk to my best friend, let’s call her bunny, and she used to be best friends w/ pinkie, but then bunny’s ex made out w/ pinkie and pinkie was too afraid to tell bunny, so bunny doesn’t like her all that much, and as soon as she finds this out, she’s fucking livid and is like trying to figure wth is her problem w/ me so we talk to pinkie’s little sister violet bc we’re both friends w/ her and we talk to cowgirl one more time and so they talked to pinkie and she finally at least started talking to me in the group chats, but still hasn’t even read my pms sense the last day of school, and hasn’t responded sense graduation but i thought everything was fine now

but then, last night i got a call from violet and her best friend june and they were literally so confused too cuz pinkie is constantly on the phone w/ bbsf and is constantly texting cowgirl so now everyone is confused and we get to talking and between violet and june last night and then bunny when we were out shopping today we’ve come up w/ the 3 most possible answers

pinkie has a crush on bbsf. as i mentioned she’s constantly on the phone w/ him, but she won’t hang out w/ him when i’m there, and she has gotten oddly upset when bbsf went to me, someone who he’s been friends w/ sense the 2nd grade and who’s met almost his entire family, vs pinkie who he’s only been friends w/ for a bit over 2 years, who refused to even talk to his sister and who makes fun of him constantly. which was just really strange.

pinkie has a crush on me. this one was suggested by june, who essentially is pinkie’s second sister and bunny and violet think so too. basically the last day of school pinkie called me pretty cuz i had my bangs pinned back bc bbsf and me were painting each others faces, and in the group chats she’s called me pretty a couple more times sense then and has complemented my athletic skills. and then when we were sleeping over at our friend’s house she insisted on cuddling me, she’s also constantly holding my hand and hugging me. now these sound minor but according to the other 3 the next section does definitely support this theory

2b. moments that can either mean she likes bbsf or me, but it’s a weird gray area. for starters, a couple months ago me and bbsf were talking about houses bc i really like spanish style houses so me and him were taking about for the first like ten minutes or so of lunch and then pinkie ran off w/ cowgirl and another one of our friends to go gossip in the bathroom and when i saw and caught up w/ them pinkie yelled at me when i asked why they left w/o me “well you were making out w/ ur bf!” and cowgirl and our other friend both agreed that she was being strange, we don’t know if it was bc of me or bbsf tho. she also got upset when, for cowgirl’s birthday we went roller skating but the rink was over an hour away so cowgirl’s mom and step dad drove us, i was in cowgirl’s sd’s truck in between bbsf and our other guy friend that i did track w/ jr and obviously i was taking to them bc we had nothing better to do. but then when pinkie got there after us and rode w/ cowgirl’s mom bc she completely forgot what we were doing and was an hour late, she got upset when jr mentioned what happened on the ride to the rink (which wasn’t anything romantic, we talked about music and cars) and then when me and bbsf were sharing a slushie bc we always share food and drinks she got upset too. and then on the way back to cowgirl’s house, her jr and jr’s sister, plus another one of cowgirl’s friends that joined us later on went in her sd’s truck, while me, pinkie and bbsf went w/ her mom, pinkie was being, let’s just say, strange. VERY touchy w/ me mainly (like there’s a pic of her cuddled up to my shoulder) and then when we stopped by the store to get beer and candy she just kept pulling bbsf aside and being weird w/ him. then further on we were all back at cowgirl’s house and we were in her room w/ me, jr, his sister and bbsf sitting on the couch, i do have to admit that my head was in fact on bbsf’s shoulder, and pinkie had seen us holding hands earlier, this was also the same night he held me by my waist and stuff. as soon as him and jr left, pinkie was like going off abt how surprised she would be if we were like an actual successful couple, to were cowgirl’s other friend gave her the biggest side eye ever. and then she didn’t talk to me for like a week afterwards.

3. this is the theory that violet thinks is probably the most true, pinkie is jealous of me. according to her she didn’t even know that we didn’t talk for like a month bc pinkie would constantly mention me. and i do have to provide some personal backstory here on myself, i come from a bad part of down, and my parents are divorced, plus my dad died in 2022, my mother was a teen mom (17 w/ my sister, 22 w/ me) and i have a different dad than my siblings. i also grew up w/ very little adult supervision which led me down the path i’m at now, the popular party girl, who has a tsap. i’m home alone for hours on end, i’m constantly out and about hanging out w/ ppl w/o any adults. i’ve been at this lifestyle for about 4 or 5 years, so a bit before i met pinkie and let’s just say, she’s an introvert w/ strict parents, basically opposite of me. prime example is that me and pinkie were meant to go see the barbie movie last year, but pinkie flaked bc her parents said no so i said fuck it and went w/o her, i was completely alone wearing a tight pink dress that honestly belonged more at a cocktail party than anything and had an amazing time, but when i mentioned this to pinkie, she just got upset at how she was never allowed to do anything like that and how she could never have the body to wear a dress like that. she also literally has me in her contacts as “dancer, artist, mua, actress, model, popular, party, batman” (to add to this, the batman thing is a joke that she’s not a part of that a couple of my friends that she absolutely despises came up w/) and she constantly comments on how popular and outgoing i am, here’s some direct quotes that’s come from her

“dakotah i can’t believe how much applause you got at the student gov elections, i got less than half of that.”

“well yeah, of course she wrote a song about you, look at you!”

“kota, how can you wear crop tops and mini skirts constantly, my body is too straight for that to look good on me, but you’re perfectly curvy.”

“of course kota is hosting a big blow out party, she’s one of those popular girls.” (i didn’t actually hear this one, june and me are friends on snap chat and my story has pictures of a party at my house and pinkie saw it when june was w/ violet)

this is along with apparently a bunch of things she’s said to violet and june about how i dress and how my hair is and, probably the most important part of this, she hates whenever anyone has a crush on me, primarily when guys have a crush on me, she threatens to kill them and lock them in her attic, which is strange. she’s also the girl who i told u about a couple months ago who got upset at me and bbsf for being popular and not hanging out w/ her as much.

sorry that this is so long pookie, but this isn’t even all of it, this is only the stuff she’s done sense october of 2023, looking back at her older behavior, it’s even worse

but i needed an outsider’s perspective bc all of my friends r either close w/ pinkie or absolutely don’t like her so i needed an unbiased opinion

hmm...yes i know im so late help😭😭 exams have started so im not that active

THIS STORY IS SO CONFUSING AND THERE'S SO MANY OUTCOMES OF IT HELP IDK EITHER QUEEN😔

i agree with all the possibilities that the council has implemented...

(1.) honestly in my opinion since she is pan... possibility numero 2 or 2b seems more like it imo...she may have both OR EITHER a crush on you or on boybsf...since she got mad at both of y'all for sharing slushies and was forcing bbsf to drink hers...and made a scene when you and bbsf were talking during lunch

(2.) the fact that she exaggerated and said that you and bbsf were "making out" when both of y'all were actually speaking about houses...gives me as sense that she is jealous...of bbsf?? of you...IDK THIS WOMAN IS CONFUSING...i feel like she was jealous that you were speaking to bbsf and not her...lowkey...or maybe its the other way around...idk

(3.) she's 100% jealous of you queen...high chance that she has a crush on you and is jealous of how seemingly perfect your life is even though it ain't...yknow since

(also pookie pls be careful when you're alone or hanging out with ppl...humans are scary and i don't want you to get hurt...like carry a taser or those pepper sprays with you at all cost...also sorry for your dad losing a parent sucks😔💗)

number 1: you're prettier and more popular than her

(us pretending like we didn't know that *insert le hanni gasp*😱)

number 2: incredibly talented and good in different spheres such as ballet, choir and basketball and others...and even in student council or the gov election stuff...she mad she ain't moulinexing like you😔😙

number 3: you're academically slaying like classtopper schooltopper wtv you are BABYGIRL YOU IS A ROOF BECAUSE YOU TOP EVERYTHING EVEN ME😔🥵🤪💥 😛🦅

number 4: you have more freedom (attend or launch more parties or hangouts etc) than her whereas she has strict parents...so she feels like she is missing out on the good youthful and teen stuff...right😱

number 5: she's definitely insecure of her body and herself in general and constantly compares herself to you😬

number 6: she wished that she was outgoing as you

number 7 :basically you're everything that she aspires to be like...SO SHE MAD SHE AIN'T A SLAYFUL CUNT SERVING LEFT NO CRUMBS ON THE PLATE QUEEN🦅💯

but she's mad that she cannot hate you since you just have that natural star quality yknow so she speaks behind your back and ignores you and distances herself so as to let go of her "romantic feelings" or "hatred" for you and to not let it grow more...do u get what i mean...RIGHT😛

honestly i highkey think she has a crush on you🦅😱SEEMS MORE PROBABLE😛but she mad boy bestie is stealing the spotlight

pinkiecore💌:

hmmm she's such a sussy baka like WHY DOES SHE SAY SUCH SUS AND CONFUSING STUFF...SHE NEED TO BE LOCKED UP FR

LIKE SHE WENT OFF SAYING SHE'S SHOCKED THAT IF YALL WOULD DATE THAT YALL WOULD LAST

girl..THAT MEANS THAT SHE THOUGHT AND WISHED THAT IF YOU AND BBSF DATED YALL WOULDNT LAST FOR LONG...BASICALLY THAT MEANS SHES PRAYING ON YOUR DOWNFALL AS A POTENTIAL COUPLE...WHICH MEANS SHE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU (or bbsf but i think mainly its you) OR does not want you and bbsf to last so that she still has a chance or an opportunity to be with you (or him) and even ignored you for a week hmm...+

she threatened to murder ppl who had a crush on you like girl this ain't american psycho or scream tf...LIKE WHY TF ARE YOU THREATENING TO MURDER OR ABDUCT PPL... im scared bro...😔

+ she's incredibly touchy + saved your number with affectionate names...

+ ignores you + calls you pretty and compares herself to you + mentions you and talks about you all the time + gets upset a gazillion of times...

= ITS EITHER SHE WISHES TO BE LIKE YOU / IS JEALOUS OF YOU OR WANTS TO BE WITH YOU !!!

but also her not telling bunny about the make out with her ex (so ew ) + talking shit behind yo back + keeps bbsf away from you + blatantly ignoring you = CLOWN SHIT🤡

anyways i yapped too hard😔gotta go revise english literature for tomorrow WISH ME LUCK AND UPDATE MEEEE🥺

[loki-of-art]

I’m just really happy right now and I want to share this story.

I (15f) have been abused by my father (49m) for my whole life. He would lock me in closets, starve me till I passed out, beat me, upon other things. He only stopped about 2 years ago but still insists on hitting and screaming at me constantly. My mom (44f) is a good parent, but she’s negligent. She has never really cared for me. In her eyes, I’m someone she needs to raise and not love. She leaves for days at a time to be with her boyfriends. This leaves me alone a lot. So I recently got a job at a local summer camp retreat where I met Bucky (52m). Nobody likes Bucky. He was a marine, a cop, a construction worker, and went to school for nursing. He’s loud and abrasive to most of the adults there. Originally I avoided him, but one day after a particularly hard day with my dad, he found me crying in the woods that surround the retreat center. He sat down and asked in a very gentle voice what was wrong. When I told him the story, he hugged me and said I could always talk to him. So I did. I made a point to say hi every day I saw him. And he got so happy everytime. He would joke around with me and let me work in the maintenance department with him. He taught me how to fight and how to survive in the woods and how to fix stuff and just general stuff a dad would teach their kid. I later learned that Bucky has almost no friends. He just moved here and this retreat is a Christian retreat. They all hate him because he isn’t Christian and fights against the religion. Anyways, I made it my mission to make sure he at least knew *somebody* liked him. Well, today my mom took the day off so I could show her around the retreat and the trails I like to walk. She left me and drove off to have lunch with her boyfriend. I was really upset thinking I could’ve had a nice time with my mom only to be abandoned once again. Bucky saw her drive off and came up to me asking if I had been left there. When I confirmed, he sat and talked with me for 3 hours. He could’ve went home, his shift was over, but he said he wouldn’t leave because I didn’t deserve that. One of the more memorable things he said was, “You don’t deserve these shitty parents. You’re a good kid. These people should be protecting you.” As I was walking away to go back home, he patted me on the back and said, “You’ve always got me, kiddo. I’ve got your back.”

I genuinely feel safe with Bucky. Plus his girlfriend loves me too.

(I changed the names obv)

[bmodiwrites]

part 1, part 2, part 3 of My Younger Heart Was Feeling New

Dustin ripped the paper out of Steve’s hands, not saying a word as he did. Instead of turning around and demanding an explanation like he wanted to, Steve waited for Dustin’s eyes to stop roaming helplessly over the paper. For a couple of minutes, Dustin read and Steve watched in eager anticipation. Then, Dustin started to speak so fast, Steve had a hard time keeping up.

“The name Creel, it’s so familiar. Wasn’t there some sort of tragic murder connected to the Creel family that took place forever ago?”

Eyes bulging, Steve tried to come up with an answer. He fumbled over the thoughts in his head – oh, how he wished he paid more attention in school. His recent foray into browsing the news certainly wasn’t going to help him at the moment.

“I have no idea. How do we find out for sure?” For some reason, Steve felt Hopper might listen to them a little more sincerely if they had all of their ducks in a row. Who could refute concrete evidence like a prior crime?

With a smile, Dustin finally looked over to meet Steve’s eyes. “You’re a genius, Steve. I bet the library has old newspapers we can browse through.”

Neither needed further prompting to make the short trek back to their bikes. Only then did Steve realize they were in for a long trip across town… again. “Okay, you were right. I’ll drive next time.”

His admission was met with a snort and that eerily knowing look that only someone like Dustin could pull off. The younger boy wisely chose not to say anything, though his smug little smile yelled his opinion loudly all the same.

Their trip was hot and long as they rode through a midafternoon temperature spike. They were both happy for the lunch bag Dustin’s mom gave them – she packed them each a couple different juice boxes that absolutely hit the spot. Despite being close to eighteen, Steve could never deny the deliciousness of Hi-C. Once sufficiently hydrated again, Steve walked up to the reference desk to ask for help while Dustin went right into records and started to search.

Despite the side eyed glance the librarian gave him, Steve was directed to the darkroom slides where they kept all the old newspapers on file. Dustin found him there a little while later scouring through an article that spared no detail about the Creel murders. Though, the only relevant piece of information that either of them found was the name Victor Creel, Henry Creel’s father. While it was something, Steve didn’t feel satisfied.

Time was running out and they needed all the help they could get.

Impatient and as ready as he’d ever be to take the next step, Steve convinced Dustin to ride to the police station. “We’re not going to find anything else in these papers, kid. They muck up the news in today’s day and age – can you imagine what it was like in the 40’s? Any detail they didn’t want shared sure as hell didn’t make it into those articles. The only way we’re going to get anywhere is with Hopper’s help.”

There was no real argument to that, so they collected all the things they had and biked a couple more blocks to the police station. Neither boy got the chance to center themselves or prepare a speech – they walked right into Hopper the second they opened the station’s door.

He looked between them, then at the paper’s clutched in Steve’s hand with the type of disdain that usually had Steve recoiling. Instead, he straightened his shoulders and puffed out his chest. “Chief, we’ve got something you should see.”

Dustin and his friends must’ve made more than their fair share of trouble because Hopper let out a long, disgruntled breath before waving them back. “I only have a few minutes, boys,” Hopper said, though he took off his hat and settled into his desk chair; it was like he knew they were in for the long haul. Despite what the older man said, there’d be no rushing the information they were about to present.

Without any further preamble, Steve put all of their research, Eddie’s letters, and the photocopied news story about the Creel house on Hopper’s desk. Then, he took a seat, crossed his arms, and blurted out words the Chief couldn’t have seen coming.

“We think we know where Eddie Munson is.”

Read the rest on AO3

[amnotaqueen]

My husband's friend visits

My husband told me beforehand that his friend would be staying with us for "the holidays". He said he would stay with us for a week. When his friend was at our home and was speaking to my mom on the phone (because she remembered him and wanted to be friendly) and she asked him how long he was staying with us, he said until about Jan 5. That means that he planned to stay for two and a half weeks, not one. Big difference. My husband simply does not speak in truthfulness and accuracy.

He has been enjoying all the attention and supply he gets from his friend who is also a Nigerian Jehovah's Witness. His friend saw the calamitous state of our marriage when he visited the first two times a couple of years ago. Now, he is seeing how I have removed myself from most interaction with my husband. I mostly talk to him about matters concerning our son. They are like two kids having a slumber party, while I am cooking, cleaning, caring for our son, or retreating to my room so as to avoid inevitable conflict that would occur if I were to attempt to join them in their socializing. Were I to join them, I would have to agree with any and everything my husband said. He could not hear my opinion on anything without trying to debate it or minimize it. It would be too much of a strain on me to socialize with them and cook and clean and take care of our son all at the same time.

He prepared a meal for a family of four and another sister in our congregation on Saturday. They wanted to try his jollof rice. He said they were coming after field service to eat lunch with us. My husband does not know how to manage time or plan well most of the time. When everyone got there, ready to eat, he was still cooking the food. When I arrived from jogging,they were standing around watching him and his friend run around trying to prepare everything. I had cooked some stringbeans (because I didnt think he had in mind to serve any vegetables) and had left him to prepare his main dish.

He had went shopping and I later found out from him that he spent "not up to $80" on food and drinks. Around $70 dollars spent on socializing, to try to impress people, and feed off their energy when you can't scrape up enough money to put good tires on your car, pay the bill that has been past due from when you last took your son to the ER, or buy car insurance because your last car insurance has been expired for almost 2 months. Also, he doesn't have money for the afore mentioned things, but he has money to host a friend at our home for 2.5 weeks.

This friend is eating extra food, using extra water, washing clothes with our laundry detergent, using our tissue and paper towels. He is requiring my husband to use more gas as he has to be driven around as a form of entertainment. This friend is using my toothpaste because he didn't bring his own. His friend is using all of my pain medicine because he doesn't want to go to the store and buy his own apparently. I have no problem spotting someone some toothpaste or ibuprofen because they forgot to bring their own or because they didn't anticipate getting a headache, but I think it a bit much for a guest who is a grown, working man to not have gone out and purchased his own toothpaste and ibuprofen after a couple of days. There is no need to drain someone completely just because you are a guest. Anyway, if it were I, I would have gone to get my own items after a day or two and returned what they lent to me so as not to impose more of a burden than is necessary.

Turns out his friend also was driving around without car insurance. My husband finally purchased car insurance and when he sent me a copy of the policy, I saw that his friend's name was on it too. They are so forgiving of themselves for driving around illegally. My husband said, "things happen." Like it's nothing to break the law. I said that I know that things happen, but again, if it were me, I would not choose to take an unnecessary social trip, driving hundreds of miles on the interstate, knowing that I don't have car insurance. In fact, since I became aware of our insurance-less state, I cut down on driving. I had arranged to have my son dropped off to our home by school transportation instead of me picking him up (my husband said he wanted to keep driving him to school). Forgiving of themselves, but unforgiving of me and my son. My son gets no forgiveness. Always wanting to punish, spank, hit without even considering his special needs.

Speaking of hitting... Yesterday I was sweeping up after cleaning the kitchen and I heard my husband's friend hit my son. Then, I heard my husband say, "That's what he deserves," nodding approvingly. I was going to try to ignore it so as to avoid conflict, but my mother instincts made me speak up. I asked my husband, who was sitting right beside my son and his friend when our son was hit, "What happened?"

I guess my husband was going to ignore me as usual, but his friend turned to answer me. He said that my son was sticking his finger in his ear and wouldn't stop. Sounds like something my son would do. He is fixated on playing with my husband's friend. It has caused me much trouble trying to keep my son focused on tasks while this friend stays with us. It's harder to get him to finish eating, to get dressed, to do academic work, etc, because he wants to watch and play with my husband's friend. My son, being autistic, does not respond normally or typically to social cues. When someone is annoyed with him and all he wants to do is play with them, he will make it a game. Of course, this is annoying and frustrating. But I explained to the friend that he is autistic and probably has adhd. That's the lense through which he needs to view my son's behavior. But if he is like my husband, he doesn't care about my son's diagnoses. He will hit thinking he is disciplining and correcting a child who is just bad and needs a spanking... all the time.

I made it known that I didn't like that his friend hit our son. It's reinforcing to our son that it is OK to hit people (he has had issues with this in the past). I said that no other Jehovah's Witness hits my son. It hurt me to know that an adult Jehovah's Witness hit my son. How is my child ever going to have any type of decent upbringing if every adult person in his life hits him all the time because he annoys them and that's the only thing they can think of to do (which only helps in that moment, not longterm). My husband tried to shut me up, talk over me. He said he told his friend he could hit him. They had talked about it. I told him that he didn't tell me that. He goes to work and leaves his friend home with my son and I. What am I supposed to think if I saw him hit our son out of nowhere one day and my husband had not discussed with me what was said between them regarding our son? If I know my son is being particularly annoying in some way, then I can take measures to prevent it without my son being struck by anyone. If the last resort is to spank him, I should be the one to do it, not his friend, because I am my child's parent. My husband was sitting right next to my son and his friend at the time my son was apparently sticking his finger in the friend's ear. Why couldn't my husband have been paying attention to intervene? Why couldn't his friend tell my husband what was happening and my husband be the one to discipline our son? I don't trust that any and everybody's hand should be on a child. I know what they used to say about a village being needed to raise a child, but we are in a different world than decades ago. The village can do hands off types of things like giving verbal instructions, setting good examples, telling stories to educate, etc.

Also, I take issue with my husband and his friend. kind of, imposing their will no matter what. My husband knows how my son is, he has special needs. He can be a handful. I, for one, would not think it a good idea to have a guest stay 2.5 weeks because I could envision problems arising, such as my son getting annoying and overly distracted, doing socially inappropriate things. For everyone's sake, I would keep visits short to minimize annoyances and bad experiences. If and when my son matures, learns better social skills, and develops better self regulation, then we could entertain the idea of longer visits. But no. My husband's will must be done. It doesn't matter at what cost or to whom. He must get his supply of attention for as long as possible.

My husband's friend drove here in his car. He is free to leave whenever he wants to in his car. He does not have to be here. If my son is such a brat and ill-behaved, then he can pack up at any time and go back to his own home. He doesn't need to lay finger on my son. He had my husband's permission but not mine. I keep getting these feelings that kids are treated as second class citizens, almost despised in a way by Nigerians. He and his friend, at times, have acted like my son was a burden, bothersome. Sometimes they laugh at him in such a belittling way. It hurts me to pick up on those vibes. If you have such a strong dislike toward my son, don't be around him. Don't come to our house because my son lives here, you don't. My son will be asking him questions, trying to engage him on a friendly level the best he knows how and the friend may ignore him. That's a bit mean to me. He can shorten his stay, or better yet, he can have my husband stay with him at his home for 2.5 weeks and he feed him, and wash his clothes, and buy his medication and toothpaste, and clean up after him. I will stay home with my son so they can socialize in peace and my son won't be getting smacked multiples times a day, every day.

Anyway, back to the social gathering.... My husband really enjoyed it. He got complemented on his jollof rice. At one point, in the conversation, a sister asked my husband what food he liked, if he ate everything. My husband lied to her. He said he eats just about everything. That's a laughable lie. Truth is, he eats just about nothing normally eaten in the United States. If I cook with processed food he won't eat it, no canned food, not too many carbs, no sweets, no soda, no pasta. When we used to go out to eat, he would embarrass me because he would take so long to order anything. Nothing they served him was to his liking. Meat has to be burnt for him to trust that it has no "chemical" in it. I had to chime in and tell the sister that what he said wasn't true. That is part of how I was tricked, by the way. He didnt speak truth then and he doesn't speak truth now. He is misleading. He wears a mask. If no one exposes him, he will continue to deceive people.

After the social gathering, guess who was left to clean up all the mess and dishes, scrub pots and pans that my husband burnt food into? I was left to do that. They hustled to get things ready in front of the guests. After the guests left, they were done, didn't care about anything then. I asked them to return the chairs they had brought in from the garage and they ignored me. I did it. My husband had changed the trash bag in our trash can in the kitchen, but he left the full bag outside our door leading to the backyard. He didn't throw it in the big neighborhood garbage bin. I had to do it.

My son has been coughing for a couple of weeks now. I think he may have allergies. There is no health insurance, no money, to get my son checked out. As far as I know my husband still gets paid $80,000 a year or so, but I wouldn't know because he doesn't share with me and what he does share may not be the truth. I know he pays mortgage on the home we left in Georgia. I know he pays our current rent of $1800 a month. We have the usual utilities, water, electricity, internet, phones, now car insurance, gas, groceries. He doesn't spend money on my upkeep like hair and nails or clothes or entertainment. I only eat and live in the house. At any rate, there is no money to properly care for my son right now. I'm working on some things, but will take more time. It's alarming to me that even though our son has been coughing with runny nose for a while, my husband still expects him to go to meeting, go out in field service. He sat with the friends at the table on Saturday, coughing around them. I wouldn't feel right having my son around people while he has a bad cough. Sick people should stay home. I get the impression that Nigerians don't think being sick is a reason to stay out of people's company, so as not to get them sick. It is the loving thing to do. My husband's friend is sick coughing and sneezing too yet he goes to socialize with other people. Very weird and inconsiderate to me.

I will also add that his friend arrived with gifts for my son. A helicopter toy, a package of oreo cookies, and two coupons for free kids meal at Whataburger. My husband said nothing about the items he despises so passionately when he is dealing with my son and I privately. He hates processed food. He hates packaged cookies or any sweets for that matter. He hates hamburgers and fast food in general. When my mom mailed our son some gummy bears, my husband protested, asking me why I haven't told my mom not to send that junk. But earlier, our neighbors gave our son some candy, starbursts and peanut butter cup, etc. My husband smiled at them and seemed happy to receive it. There was no issue. The other neighbor gave our son a fritter she had made, it was sugary. My husband accepted it from her without protest. Now his friend came with his processed food and junk food, yet he didn't tell him not to give that junk to our son. Make it make sense.

[morgbin]

Monday 10/7 (Inspection Day)

On Sunday night around 8pm, we got an email from Mom explaining how the logistics on inspection day were going to work. Everything was as I expected but it was good to get it explicitly written out. The busses were gonna leave from Gerlach and the Ranch at the usual time, roll call at 8:30, and the inspection starts at 9. We should pack a lunch, but the "Purple People Feeder" would be out with a "special surprise." There were 10 Team Captains that Mom selected who would be leading each inspection team. And we could hope to be done by about 1pm.

On Monday morning, King Louie lamented that "everything had been packed up already" which meant there was no printer to print out the role call sheet, and we did it with the stacks of time cards instead. He got to the end without having called my name (plus several others) and I shout-whispered "Say Diesel!!!" which he did, and I shouted "DEEZ NUTS" - which put the kibosh on that one and he told the rest of the folks whose names hadn't been called to come over to Mom and have her write our names down. It turned out to be mostly the people who were out there as volunteers. I was surprised at the number of other people who had been out there the whole season as volunteers as well.

DA had some people hold up the map like usual and he plus some others gave us a pep talk.

When you walk the circle, you're going to find stuff. That doesn't mean you didn't do your job. Your job was to get 75% of the stuff, and the big stuff that would fail us.

the closure order ended a week ago. People have been camping out here. If you find some big stuff - like we found a BBQ grill this morning in an area y'all definitely walked through earlier - just call DA on the radio. We won't be judged on that sort of thing.

We're only judged on the surface area of the moop we find. If we find something deeply buried, take a picture of it before pulling it out of the ground. if we find a wadded up ball of paper, don't un-wad it.

Rocks don't count, *unless* they're bigger than 2" across

Don't stress too much about extra playa left on stuff. The BLM will run everything though a strainer later and then take pictures against a green screen and use pixel analysis to determine the actual percentage of moop left behind.

In addition to the 120 random points that we're judged on, there are 6 "points of interest" which are measured and tracked every year, for...vague statistical purposes. Those points are: The Temple, The Man, HEAT, The DPW Depot, USS, and Shoreline (also referred to as the JOC)

Today, we are all representatives of burning man. This might be the only contact that any of these BLM agents/volunteers ever have with Burning Man. Do a good job representing the org. If the BLM person you're with is a geology nerd, let them tell you all about the Black Rock Desert. If they're a No Nonsense Guy, then meet their business attitude and Get It Done. If they're curious about the event, share your best stories.

One verbal quirk I haven't observed before: When someone started saying something slightly inaccurate, DA butted in by saying "Exit. Can I double hands that?"

Then, the 10 previously selected Team Captains lined up, and there was a scramble for the rest of us to join a crew. Our crew ended up with one too many people and an awkward moment soliciting a volunteer to join a different group. But once all the teams had the right number of people (7, including the team captain), we all got into DPW fleet vehicles and headed out to do our inspections. Our crew of 8 immediately hopped in the nicest truck and some of us got into the bed of the truck, the rest of the crews did the same. Then our group was told no, we needed to switch vehicles so we ended up in one without a bed and I climbed in and out of the hatchback all day and sat in the trunk.

We received a map with all 120 points labeled, plus a list of 13 points that we were to survey There are 4 zones: Open Playa, City Grid, Walk-In Camping, and Other, labeled with initials and numbers like: OP-01, CG-001, WIC-01, O-01. We were assigned an area near 8:00&K, with some Other points and some City Grid points.

This is the map from 2023, this year's was similar.

We arrived at the first point and met up with our BLM representative, driving her own vehicle. She appeared to be a woman in her mid 20s, with a not-exactly-a-pixie-cut and wearing work pants. She introduced herself as Brandy. She said she was a "Hydro Intern" this summer and was only told she'd need to do this task sometime last week. We stood around in awkward silence as she fumbled to get the stake hammered into the ground, then she pulled the rope taut and walked in a brisk circle. There were a couple pieces of moop on the ground that we put into the ziplock bag, handed to Brandy, and then Brandy and Muppet had a conversation to decide which point to go to next. We got in the car and followed Brandy as she drove past the point they had decided to a different point that we were also assigned. As everyone in the car was saying "what is she doing?" "where's she going" etc, I thought it might be a good idea to ask pronouns during the next inspection point. We stopped the car, got out, and met Brandy at the point. She produced the ziplock bag labeled with the point that we had meant to go to, realized her mistake, and went back to the car to get the correct bag. Once we were set up along the taut string, someone suggested that we go a bit slower this time. Brandy agreed but gave the string to one of us and said she would just watch and have one of us set the pace. As far as I understand it, the BLM representative is meant to hold the string to set the pace as a way for the BLM to ensure the inspection is done thoroughly. it felt a little transgressive and exciting that she had abdicated this responsibility, but I think the inspection was done *more* thoroughly because of it - the rest of us had all participated in the test team inspections throughout Resto, and walked much more slowly than Brandy did on her first go-round.

during this test point, I tried to engage Brandy in some conversation. I asked her about her internship (walking through muddy streams and cataloging species of grasses) and her plans after the internship (dunno, will go wherever the wind blows). After we finished the circle and most of the group had walked away I asked "what are your pronouns, by the way," and the response was seeming puzzlement and "she, her, whatever." so, my previous read was just wishful thinking, alas.

At one of the points we did, we found a tent stake stuck so deep that we needed to call DA to come get it out with tools, but other than that they were all *really* clean. We asked Brandy to tell us water facts, and Shouting regailed us with whale facts, and for our final test point we decided we should subject Brandy to some meltdown music. So everyone queued up The Spark (that Irish kids song that went viral on tiktok this summer) and pressed play on our phones at the same time. We all had different crossfade settings on Spotify though, so by the third repeat we were wildly out of sync.

We had to hand off three of our points to another team that was chugging along a lot faster than we were, but then after we were done, we all headed to center camp for lunch.

The purple people feeder was indeed out there for lunch, but instead of tacos like usual, it was chili dogs (chili dog song). We all joked about how messy of a food it was to serve on inspection day, and sang along to the chili dog song and compared notes. It seemed like every team had a similar experience to us - no obviously failing spots, *maybe* one borderline spot. The mood was high. We did timesheets. One guy started a bizarre ritual he called "sink the Barbie" which was kinda like bobbing for apples but with Barbie dolls, chanting, and cult vibes.

The team leads had a huddle with DA where I presume they compared notes on the test points. although the official word won't come for months, it was clear by this point that we had passed without question.

after an hour or so of cheerful chatting, eating, and silliness, we got on our buses and headed back to town.

I packed up my stuff into the two 27 gallon totes I had, and loaded up my car. it was about 1:00 p.m., and I was hoping to leave gurlock before sunset. I sat outside the saloon and waited for Riley and Willoh. they had been talking about getting a tattoo from me - they wanted now written on their wrist where their watch would go. While I was setting up, a couple more people said they wanted a tattoo which I was super down for. I was running really low on alcohol swabs at this point though so I told Be Nasty that if she found me a bottle of isopropyl alcohol I would do hers, and thankfully she did!

After I did a few pokes on Riley, they seemed up for doing the rest themselves, and Willoh was already keen on doing theirs theirself. So I was able to do two more, including my favorite stick n poke job I've done so far on Be Nasty.

Since I was still around when the dining hall opened, I had one last meal there, then did my last stick n poke on Deadliest Threesome before heading out.

I made it to the Motel 6 in Klamath Falls and stayed the night, then got up in the morning and did the rest of the drive home listening to my Meltdown song playlist and trying to memorize Weird Al's "Albuquerque."

[bug3y3ddd]

Chapter 3

( Lucia )

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Lucia’s POV

I always wanted to be a model growing up. Well I actually wanted to be a singer and a model. I wanted to be in billboards, fashion campaigns, magazines, and have the paparazzi blind me. I've always loved pretty things, pretty clothes, makeup, people, rocks, anything pretty I see, I love.

However, I quickly found out that no one wants to see an ugly girl on tv or in their eyesight.

The first person to call me ugly was my mom. Then my dad and then the whole world seemed to follow them.

My parents never loved me, I give a pass to my mom however. Since she's not my actual mom, my actual mom lives in another state. My mom got in a bad accident and ended up deaf and had the mentality of a child. My dad couldn't handle taking care of his wife anymore and left her. I don't think he wanted to take me but I just remember getting home from school, my dad had packed a suitcase and a woman ended up picking us up.

From then on, I had a new unwanted mom, a couple years laters I had two siblings. A sister and brother. I was a shadow in my family. My family's ugly secret. I wasn't like my siblings, I wasn't called cute, I wasn't smart, I wasn't popular, I wasn't anything like them and they made it clear to me.

In elementary and middle school people would ask me out as a joke, whenever people complimented my siblings they would turn to me and just say how big i've gotten. Girls or boys never looked at me, people were my friends out of pity.

Pretty clothes and makeup couldn't get rid of the fact that an ugly girl was under it. I didn't have any pictures of myself from 7 years old to about 19. I don't have any friends or even a real family.

I don't have anyone left after today. Though my life wasn't the best, I thought I had one person. I met him during 9th grade, he came up to me during lunch and started to talk to me. I thought he was just another guy who was gonna mess with me so I didn't pay much mind to him. Days passed and he persisted, when we finally talked it was like I found the one. He was tall, nice, funny, caring, and pretty.

From then on, he was my best friend, the person who I confided with everything. He was the first person who treated me like a person so of course I fell in love.

How could I not?

My only friend, family, and my crush for 6 years.

I ended up leaving my home at 18 and with all my savings I did what God wouldn't give me.

Beauty.

I could finally look at myself in the mirror without breaking down.

People treated me differently.

I felt human.

He stayed back home while I moved. It had been 2 years since we last saw each other but we kept in contact everyday.

He called me a couple days ago and said he wanted to meet up, that he had something to give me. I was so excited to show him the new me.

I spent the whole day getting ready and felt like everything was going to fall in place now. I arrived at the restaurant and was about to text him where he was, but I saw him. I walk towards him, about to call his name out when I see him and my sister together.

Holding each other's hands. I stand there for hours and they make eye contact with me. They look away and continue their conversation.

Ha. They don't even recognize me. I feel my eyes burn with tears and I sit at the bench right next to them.

" You should text them how far away they are. It's getting late. " My sister says, holding his arm, head on his shoulder.

" I'm sure they're not far, we should wait a bit more. " He says, my sister groans.

" I don't even get why we have to invite them. I mean they left on their own without telling us, and all they do is cause my parents to stress. They're more your family than mine. " She says.

" Don't say that. I'm sure they had their reasons to leave. " He says.

" I'm sorry but I don't get why they left. My parents always gave them anything they needed, they're the one who separated themselves from us. They're so selfish I don't get why my dad even took them in. " She says in an annoyed tone.

" Took in? " He asks.

" Yea, my dad adopted them. He had this cousin who was in an accident and couldn't take care of them anymore, so my dad ended up taking care of them. I mean look at them, they don't even resemble any of us, so people kinda knew they were adopted. At first I tried to be friends or even siblings with them but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Their presence just annoyed me and my family. They make my dad turn into someone else, he gets all weird with them. I know they're your friend but I really don't want them at our wedding and I don't get why you didn't tell them about us. I hate you treating me like some secret." She says.

" I'm sorry. I never wanted to make you feel like you were a secret. I haven't told them because I pity them. I mean they've had a crush on me since forever. When I saw them I just felt bad for them, they're a great friend and all but I feel nothing but pity for them. You're going to be my wife so if you really don't want them to come, I'll make an excuse right now and cancel the plans. If it comes down to you or them, it's you. It's always going to be you. " He says so gently to her.

" You swear nothing happened between the two of you? " My sister questions.

" Nothing happened between us, I promise. I love you so much." He says right before kissing her.

My mind shut down, my body took control of my mind and I just ran. I ran and ran, got a train ticket to the next stop and ended up at some pond.

When I sat down everything hit me at once. My dad not claiming me and losing the one person I thought I could count on. I kept crying, the tears wouldn't stop coming down.

I fell apart on the grass and heard muffled music coming from the side.

And that's when I met her.

The most perfect person I've ever seen. She was like an angel who came to life. Though it was dark, even the darkness couldn't hide how beautiful she was.

Her eyes were filled with sadness, like if she had been sad for years.

She made that night a moment and memory i’ll never forget.

When the sun came up I saw just how pretty she was. Big eyes, big, pouty, reddish lips, small face, dark brown hair that went down to her butt.

If she were a song it'd be the song we listened to together.

Source D'Espoir - Miharu Koshi

[slightlycrazylovelessfamily-blog]

We are back, 8 years later. Why not keep a daily journal of our adventures again, so here we go.

Quotes of the trip:

- Children fill a void you didn’t know you had

Day 1: Tailwind

It seems these days when you take a red eye there is a tailwind. No complaints, just noticing. It isn’t right to complain about tailwinds…bad mojo.

We left JFK around 615pm Saturday, July 30th for Milan. An accident near JFK made it a little tighter than we hoped…perhaps 15 mins before boarding started. Sleeping wasn’t great on the 7.5 hour flight. Dinner was good, a few episodes of The Last Dance for me, Dungeons and Dragons or straight to sleep for others.

We got our 9 passenger VW van (stick shift) and away we went to Lake Como where Stacy had arranged a lunch. As we were approaching the restaurant we saw what looked like Old Town and found a parking spot. Following a local family with a stroller we hit the gold mine. Slowly it changed from sleepy, shutters closed, walking between castles to vibrate market with coffee shops, a beautiful church and lots of people. I tried my first coffee - cappuccino - which wasn’t bad, but I don’t think I’ll be an addict anytime soon.

Putting our plan together to have lunch and get into Milan for a tour of the Duomo Milan - we bought tickets and split up to position the car for a quick getaway. We discover the intricacies of driving in areas that are also plazas for pedestrians - not even sure cars should or could be allowed in, but they were.

Lunch over looking Lake Como was sensational. Private club to the left, lake in front and smiles all around. A nice walk, the sights of water are great for fighting off jet lag.

We drive a little more than an hour to find our airbnb next to a canal, drop off our bags, and zoom off to the Duomo. Again, cutting it tight, the last people are allowed up to the Terrace at 410 and it was 405ish. Not sure what this was all about, we get out of the elevator to find ourselves on the marble roof of a massive cathedral - seemingly as large as any other. It seems to be on the back end of a complete cleaning and restoration project. The detail at the top - where it can’t be seen from the street, is incredible. To walk around in the shade and the sun, was unlike anything we have ever done nor will likely be able to do again. No way you can do this in the US; that said, it was a brilliant way to draw visitors in, have a chance to talk about God, (re)introduce God, create a moment to be grateful, pray for others, imagine what it must have been like to…

For everything I could remember, it seemed like the grandest church I have ever seen. At least 60 marble columns that seemed at least 8 stories tall. FACTS: it is the largest church in Italy, yes largest; 3rd largest in the world and construction started in 1386. There are 52 internal pillars that are 11 feet in diameter and 78 feet tall. It has more statues 3,400+ and gargoyles 135 and 700 figures, than any building in the world. It was incredible, both in beauty and in scale. To imagine this was built so long ago and still a marvel, is incredible. Check the video below of the opera singer outside the Duomo that you could hear singing on the roof, it was like a combination of Fergie and Jesus.

No trip to Europe is complete without at least one church stop, so after checking that off the list we went to our airbnb, an apartment with AC near a main metro stop. After watching Friends episode, the showers started, mom and I went to grab some groceries and dinner. I went to bed about 7 and I’m sure by 830 all was quiet. It had been a great first day that we all powered through.

Day 2: Just like new

Alarms had to be set for 930 to make sure we didn’t sleep to late. We needed to give ourselves time to be out by 11am and on to our next adventure, which was the Cinque Terre town of Monterosso al Mare. About a 3 hour drive toward the Ocean, we got our first taste of winding, narrow roads that seem like Cat Rock Road. A temperamental transmission rearing its head and opposing drivers that seem to like the middle of the narrow road made it a good intro for the legendary Amalfi Coast road ahead. Our mirror got its first hit, but once we got to our destination we realized it just popped into place and it was just like new.

The drive into town and to our apartment was only doable with google maps, it would be hard to describe otherwise. Our parking spot could only be introduced to us with video, again to hard to describe in native language, much less another. It required a key, a gate, faith and being good at using the clutch going up hill. The walk back was twice as quick, again, with a sense of adventure, a little faith and lots of luck, we found a trail as if we were locals.

Quick change and head to the beach - smiles and happiness were instantly found in the blue waters of the Ligurian Sea. A big rock was a great place to swim out, climb and jump back into the water - Piper holds the record for number of jumps.

Again, I’m reminded the common happy place is near water, ideally a beach with waves.

A walk, a return to the apartment, showers and a plan for dinner emerges. Catina Miky is found and devoured. Date night for me and Stacy with the kids at a separate table. Both tables started with anchovies, which is the speciality of the area, which was great. Stacy and I had two more fish courses of specialities but still saved room for gelato. Two and half hours for dinner in Italy requires the neutral gear; perhaps at some point I’ll be able to be so chill, I won’t need to ask for the check.

We head out of the restaurant to find a full moon so close it seemed we could reach out and touch it.

Day 3

[dwarfysays]

2/25/23 Saturday

My mom has been in hospice care at home for almost 2 years. When the hospice care started, the doctor said she had weeks or months to live. She has stage 4 terminal lung cancer.

She had defied the predicted life expectancy. That may be a testament to the level of care she had received from my youngest sister “C”. C and her family had been living with our parents for several months after leaving a house they were renting. C had taken in the care of our elderly parents. My brother “P”, sister “N” and I have helped when we could. The bulk of the work landed on C’s shoulders though. C had too much stress from her job as well, she had to quit. It would have been impossible to work and care for both parents.

Mom had a sharp decline in her health during the COVID crisis, mere weeks after receiving the vaccine. The lung cancer was discovered during her last hospital stay. All treatments were not possible due to here failing kidneys and the type of lung cancer. So mom was switched to hospice care. Everything has been done to keep Mom alive and as comfortable as possible. For months she seemed stable with very slow rate of decline.

In December both parents were struck with RSV. My father recovered, but not entirely sure about my mom. She might have sustained some damage from that virus. Then 2 weeks ago, both parents contracted COVID. My mom and dad had started coughing. My sister got them both on antivirals as quickly as possible. My father has recovered to baseline, but Mom is failing.

Yesterday, we face-timed with the hospice nurse who said the end is near for my mom. We each including my kids A and G left work early to be by her side. Mom continues to hang on. we each left the house as she apparently may make it through the night.

I’m troubled by the fact that my sister will still take her son to his games “like normal” while the rest of us were “expected to drop everything” yesterday for our dying mother. Well, she’s still hanging on and may very well pass while in my and A’s care today. Why did C not cancel put on a bball game? Did she want to maintain normalcy for her kids as Gma lay dying in a rented hospital bed at home? If it were me, I would say “fuck the bball game” and stay with Mom. But that’s just me. Maybe C continues to need a break from the hospice parents no matter how dire things are for one of them. I understand C needing a break, some rest. I even took Tuesday off so C could get some desperately needed sleep. I wish I could give her more time to rest, but my job has important tasks.

I feel like it isn’t fair for our parents to put us through this. They told C that it is traditionally the youngest daughter’s responsibility to care for the elderly parents. I tried to research that claim and found nothing. I feel like that’s bullshit. But what if they were in a senior assisted living home? How long would they actually have lived? Would it have been shorter?

My mom could pass now, later on today, or maybe much later. Right now, I don’t know if she is still alive. How is my dad with her on the precipice of death? Would he be too scared, stressed, depressed? What about him? How is he going to be once she passes? I’m worried for him too.

A and I are going to be there at 9AM. A is scared about Gma dying in front of her. We are all scared of her dying, but it’s inevitable. We have to accept it. Mom has to accept it. But does she? She has death phobia. Don’t we all to some extent?

My mom passed away later on this day at 3PM. I was eating a late lunch in the living room starting at 2:45. Mom was in a hospital bed in her bedroom. Before I left her to have lunch, her eyes were open, still breathing but not responding to my voice. She had been ignoring my sister earlier that day. So I thought it was the same deal. At about 3:15 I went to check on her. She was very quiet, very still. I tried to nudge her, no response. No breath sounds, no movement. I could not find a pulse. Mom had passed away at about 3. My dad was distraught and crying out to mom.

I called my siblings. They all came and we all mourned and cried.

She’s gone. She’s really gone.

[queenimmadolla]

Out of Touch In Harmony

SUMMARY: in which Eddie and his arch-nemesis smoke a couple of joints and talk about how much they (don't) hate each other. then proceed to suck face. WARNINGS: A whole lot of banter and misunderstandings. some fluff with a liddlebito spice. NOTE: the random thought that turned into +4k words. i tried to leave the timeline vast enough for drabbles and other stuff in case this becomes a series or something. i was also high the entire time I wrote this, and seeing as how I just finished like 5 mins ago, there are definitely gonna be mistakes because i am still indeed trippin. i'll fix it later though. also don't steal my shit i guess.

masterlist

You could feel the tension sloshing throughout the classroom, threatening to burst through the door and flood the halls.

English class with Ms. O’Donnell wouldn’t be considered entertaining to literally anyone in the entire world and truthfully it’s neither the subject nor the teacher (she’s too fucking expired to be as much of an old crone as she is) that keeps a smug smirk plastered on your face.

It’s the dumb ass super senior two rows back, one seat over.

You weren’t like the others. No, you hadn’t judged Eddie Munson based on reputation only. To you, he had the chance to prove he wasn’t a freak or a loser. And that’s were you went wrong. Unfortunately, that stupid little crush you had on him in the fourth grade when he was the only one to compliment your (admittedly) atrocious hair cut (which you still gave your mom a hard time about to this very day) clouded your judgement. He was two grades ahead of you, and your little self had been heartbroken when he moved onto high school, while you stayed in middle school. 

You were completely fucking flabbergasted when you finally followed and saw he began to develop the sense of style he had currently, shit, you hadn’t even thought it was weird. It was hot and most certainly an awakening. You were meant for a different crowd, though. Joined Cheer as a freshman, and quietly pined for him. Then you found out he had a crush on Chrissy Cunningham sophomore year, so naturally you hated him. 

That bitch Erin hadn’t been able to shut the hell up about it in the locker room. And Chrissy, the endearing little chick, found it cute. Not cute enough to date him, thank god, but cute nonetheless. Plus, you didn’t like how he ripped on other people’s interests just because some (okay, most, but not all!) didn’t like his. It hadn’t been too big of a deal until it had been your table that was the focus of one of his Public Lunch Announcements. You’d been so embarrassed, especially after seeing the way he smirked as he soaked the sudden emotion up, proud of the fact that he’d humiliated you.

You didn’t join the of hierarchy of popularity though until senior year. Freshman year was spent pining (and then hating) in quiet after him and being plain, sophomore year was spent more or less the same except your body proportions didn’t match your face, junior year you were almost there and losing the meek-ness that anchored you down from ever reaching confidence. You’d managed to squeeze Volleyball and Softball into your schedule. You’d also easily managed to maintain straight A’s (we don’t talk about how you’ve barely made it to Algebra 2 and that math is the subject you had to actively sweat your vagina off studying to pass) which pleases the parent (ensuring a bit more freedom), and then your cheer coach Connie announced that you and Judy would be taking over as Co-Captains since Alizae and Carmen graduated. Of course, Chrissy managed to become the most popular girl in school, but you still managed to obtain a validating amount of respect, and everyone says 'hi' to you first now.

Except Eddie. No, you two hadn't acknowledged each other’s existence except in instances to cause the other as much public embarrassment as they could in a single sitting. 

You still maintained the latest victory after sticking some gum to the beginnings of a stream of toilet paper and managing to smush it against his dirty reeboks under the guise of kicking his shoe in class. He’d made it to his next class before he noticed what the looks were about. People usually had the decency to save the laughter for lunch, he should’ve caught on sooner.

He had failed senior year. Twice. Another thing you liked to use against him when you two got particularly nasty with each other.

It was a genuine hateship, one that had never managed to meet this amount of tension until this particular class. While you’d had the Senior Citizen for other classes before, the teachers mostly lectured. O’Donnell asked questions. Which gave you so many chances to embarrass him in front of the whole class by correcting his dumbass answers with as much snark as you could.

This time he couldn’t provide an example of a hyperbole and you’d offered up the solution. Sure, it was in relation to his embarrassing life and everyone laughed, but he hadn’t appreciated it.

You could feel the heat of his stare the rest of the class, but by the time lunch had ended, you’d forgotten about each other’s existence. He’d gone off to do stuff for hellfire and probably sell or whatever else it is he does, and you went to cheer. 

Practice had ended earlier than normal when coach Connie hurt her hip and started crying over losing her youth.  Sensing the oncoming breakdown, the team had encouraged her to just call it a night, which is how you found yourself on the wooden bench some ways into the woods behind the school.

With your schedule, you didn’t get as much downtime as you’d like this early in the day. Very disheartening, considering the sun was about an hour from sunset. So you’d thought you might just give yourself some time to yourself rather than go spend it with your friends. Besides, you had a nice joint to keep you company and your walkman. 

You were about halfway done with the joint and you lowered your headset to swap out the tape when you heard a branch snap behind and nearly had a heart attack, twisting around to actually find someone sitting behind you.

You gasped, a hand rushing up in attempt to calm the organ through your clothes somehow, relief flooding you when you realized it was just Eddie.

He had that stupid smirk plastered on his face, probably got a thrill from scaring you.  “Hey-,” it only widens as you settle enough to relax in a huff. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, spitfire.” There’s nothing nice about it.

It’s definitely the weed allowing you to be this cordial, because you find yourself saying, “It’s fine. Never thought I’d be happy to see your face. You, as opposed to like Jason Voorhees or some other killer.”

Eddie squints at you, slight disbelief on his face before it morphs into something resembling realization as he gives the air a good sniff, the corners of his lips twitching.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute.” He pushes himself dramatically back from the table, taking a few steps back all the while his expression takes on mock shock. “Spitfire…Spitfire, are you high?”

You can’t help the slow smile that you find your lips pulling up into, you give a pathetic attempt at hiding it before you give in. “Yeah. Uh, I am. Why is that surprising, you seem shocked.”

He stares at you, grin softening while he tongues his canine. You realize, thanks to your delayed sense of any self preservation, that his gaze is focused on you. Like hyper focused on you. Oh, shit. He had you when you were unable to defend yourself from an insult. 

Then he just chuckles, gaze flickering to the ground and then back to you as he flicks his wrists before crossing his arms over his chest. “Nah, I just guess I never entertained the idea that you might smoke. Anything other than a cigar, anyways.”

You wince, but giggle knowing he’s referring to your projected air of sophistication compared to his. “Don’t even put that thought in my head, just the thought of a cigar tastes terrible to me.”

He laughs along with you, slowly making his way closer. “No cigars, noted."

You’re feeling relaxed, plus you know no one is around so you decided to offer a moment of truce. “Would you care for a temporary olive branch? Olive joint?” 

Eddie scoffs and mumbles, “Would I care for a…” But he trails off, gaze feeling heavier as the those stupid big beautiful eyes stare at you. You can feel yourself beginning to react, how every single one of your nerves seem to be coming slowly back to life. Why did you feel like something was happening? “Yeah. Yeah, I’d care for an olive joint.” He closes the distance between you two, keeping an arms length away (his arm).

You had no idea touching fingers could feel as good as it does when his brush yours as they take the joint. You glance up at him to find him still watching you, then he moves to sit on the bench next to you, elbows leaned back against the table as he wraps his surprisingly plump for a dude’s lips around the filter and inhales. He exhales slow, the smoke wafting around you two, and pulls it away to eye it. “You make this?”

“Yup.”

“Nice craftsmanship.” It sounds genuine, which pleases you again for that mystery reason,

“Thanks, I spent an hour on it.”

He lets out a low whistle, looking thoroughly amused from you to the joint. “If you’re trying to impress me, spitfire, consider it a job well done. You craft instead of roll, so I’m guessing you don’t get to smoke often?”

You rest your elbows on before answering. “No, I smoke pretty often.”

“So then you don’t smoke often and get to enjoy it?”

“That’s right.”

“Pity.”

You spend the next 15 minutes passing it back and forth before it’s done. Eddie tosses it and rubs it into the dirt with his shoe before producing another one from seemingly nowhere. “Guess it’s my turn to extend the olive joint.” 

It’s stupid, but you grin wide, trying to ignore the way his stare keeps flickering back over to you while he takes the first hit. 

You take that moment to really look at him. How pretty his hair was, your fingers twitched, just itching to play with the waves. You wonder how soft it would feel, twirling around your fingers,  would it be easy to run your hands through? How would it feel like, pressed up against your neck, or with thebottom half framing your face if he was on top? And those eyes, should be illegal for a man with a smile like his to also have eyes that beautiful. So intense, but so telling. That’s how you could always tell when you managed to push his buttons. Those eyes wouldn’t let him hide a thing.

Jesus. So much for being over Eddie Munson. The attraction you had nail gunned to the back of your head all those years ago came back much faster than you’d been able to learn how to ignore it.

You hoped like hell it was just the weed.

You couldn’t sit in silence anymore. “Why didn’t you try?” You ask, taking the joint as he offers it. 

Eddie sort of gets this far off look in his eyes, and you know he’s aware of what you’re talking about, trying to decide if he’s going to play dumb or answer your question. It almost surprises you, “First time, I guess I was rebelling or some shit like that. Just didn’t care all that much, wasn’t too big of a deal for me. Second time, I got a little too comfortable. Thought I knew enough shit to scrape away with the bare minimum, but Ms. O’Donnell changing her final was a move I failed to anticipate.”

“Didn’t roll high enough to survive, huh?”

You noticed how he suddenly went stiff, turning to you slowly. “What did you just say?”

Oh, god. You were trying not to break the peace by saying something nice and relative to his interests but you’d probably fucked it up. Was that not how it worked?

“Isn’t that a thing?” He just stares at you, leaving your panic to heighten slightly and you flounder. “In D&D? Dungeons and  Dragons? The game you play?”

He finally put you out of your misery, lips curling up into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. God, he’s so cute. “Yes, it’s a thing. In D&D. Dungeons and Dragons. The game I play.”

You let out a sigh of relief, ignoring his chuckles. “God, Eddie. You almost ruined my high!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t expect you to know any terminology, let alone use it accurately.” You go back to sitting side by side.

“Good, that’s what you get for judging people.” You pulled your cardigan a little tighter around you and you dropped the stub to the ground. The sun was dipping low, barely visible behind the tree line. 

“Now, wait just a minute. You’re trying to tell me not to judge anyone?” He sounded incredulous and you did not appreciate that.

“Are you implying I’m judgmental?” Your arms crossed just under your chest, and you caught the quick glance down he made. He seemed embarrassed about it.

“Implying? No. Stating? Yes.” Your mouth drops open in shock, and he continues. “C’mon, I know the score, Spitfire. I don’t exactly meet the criteria for normal or Christian around here. You took one look at me, and knew I was a bad apple.”

The Christian comment has you biting back a smile. “I did no such thing. I remember you from long before you were even a headbanger. Back when you could strike a match on that head of yours.”

He stands up at that, pacing a little in front of you before facing you with that shy look on his face and his arms crossed. “You remember me?”

Did he remember you?

“Yeah,” You don’t even bother to hold off with some teasing. “Yeah, how could I forget the first boy who ever lied to me to spare my feelings?” 

His smile is so soft now, and it’s making that feeling in your stomach long for him again. “I really did like your haircut.”

You squint, slightly suspicious but he said it so softly. “You’re lying.”

He shakes his head, brown waves framing his face. “No. I thought you looked cool.”

You don’t know what to do with that. Fourth grade you would have fainted. “Huh. Guess it’s my turn to be surprised.”

It’s quiet for a few beats. 

“Sooo, is there a reason why you decided you were gonna be a bitch to me in a high school?” He’s smiling when he says it, so you know he’s still being playful.

“You had it coming! I never thought you were a freak, or any weirder than any other teenage boy finding out who he is, anyways. I actually…” Why does it feel like you’re offering the villain in your life a huge chance to kill you? “…kind of admired you. Despite how hard everyone ragged on you, you just never conformed. And you didn’t just take their shit either, you gave it back.” Then you think about that day in the cafeteria, when you’d been on the other end of that.

“Sometimes, to people who don’t necessarily deserve it, too. Like my Sophomore year, when you told the whole school to take a good look at us because they were witnessing overachievers who would amount to nothing but a couple of retail salesmen in the making. Future Failures of America.” You avoid looking at him as you stare down at the pitiful little nub of a joint on the damp dirt.

If you were looking at him, you’d see him wince, a hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Senior Year number one. Rebel who doesn’t care about anything phase. Always finds a way to continuously come back and kick me in the ass.”

Yeah, it hurts but some part of you, the embarrassed part probably, found it silly that you’d hung on to that grudge for this long.

“The part that really bugs me is how I’m pretty sure you were right.” You don’t see the way his face contorts into a deep frown. “I’m an overachiever, I get the good grades, I play sports, I cheer, and I’ll be happy to do the college thing, but then what? I get an overpriced degree for what? I have no drive to do anything. I don’t want some boring job, I don’t want to be trapped in a nine to five, I don’t want to be a lawyer, or a doctor, or have any big career goals. It’s sounds nice at first, but the amount of depression that comes with realizing your life is just something you’re good at and not something you love is not for me. I just want to be happy.”  Because that’s definitely not what you’re experiencing right now. No, that’s an existential crisis for you later. Not you now.

There’s no sadness in your voice, why would there be? You’re just stating facts. 

“That doesn’t make you a failure,” He’s crowding closer to you, pulling off his jacket and denim vest to place over your lap. You hadn’t even noticed you were shivering, the thigh highs and leg warmers not enough to keep you warm. “That just makes you human. You don’t have to have your whole life planned out. Plenty of people don’t and stumble onto their thing. Like Ozzy. He dropped out, went through a ton of jobs, and found his calling. I don’t think he was necessarily searching for it, but he found it. One of the world’s greatest fucking rockstars. Wouldn’t have happened if he tried to plan his life out.”

“Or if he hadn’t been traumatized.”

“That, too. The point is, you’re doing just fine. Better than fine actually. Better than anyone else in this shitty town.” 

You finally raise you gaze to meet his and the warmth in his eyes nearly takes your breath away.

You don’t know what to say, you’re on good terms with the former bane of your school hour existence. You give him a small smile. “Thanks, Eddie.”

“You’re welcome. Hey—I have a question.”

“I might have an answer.”

“Where do you get your weed?”

“From you.” You squirm a little, unable to stop yourself from giving up your secrets. 

You know he thinks you’re lying because he’s doing some hardcore scrutinizing, but the small smile stays on his face, “Pretty sure I’d remember selling to you of all people, Sweetheart.” You’re pretty sure that up until your truce, he wouldn’t have sold you anything other than oregano. The glint in his eyes confirms it.

“It’s your stuff. Judy tells me when she’s gonna meet up with you to buy, I give her money, tell her what I want, and you unknowingly sell it to me. It’s not that complex of a plan.”

He groans, leaning forward to hunch over and rest his palms against the table. “You are breaking all the rules, Spitfire! All. The. Fucking. Rules.”

“I wasn’t about to go to Reefer Rick. I don’t think Rick is even his name. These rules I don’t know about suck, Eddie. Which ones did I even break?” You’re curious now, body very much so aware of how close he is. 

You can smell his shampoo, and it pleases you that it’s a surprisingly sweet scent. 

“You,” He begins, shoulders shagging like he’s giving into defeat, despite his coy smile, “were not supposed to be so damn cool. You’re not supposed to be sweet either, or even prettier up close. Pisses me off!” He’s grinning like mad at you now, and you’re beaming right back at him even though you’re not entirely sure what’s going on because you had to have imagined him calling you pretty. 

“And you’re so fucking witty, too. Fuck, like in English today. What’d you say?” He says rather than asks, and you realize he knows exactly what you said. Memorized it, probably, because he quotes you from earlier except in a nasally, high pitched voice that doesn’t sound at all like you. 

“‘You being able to graduate will suffice.’” And you don’t flood with shame, the opposite actually. You warm up inside because something about the grin on his face and the way he’s beaming makes you feel like that had somehow been the right thing to say. “That was so fucking hot. It made me mad.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, tongue peaking out to play with the left corner of your lips. “Wow. Is that all my carefully planned verbal sparring was to you? Foreplay?”

He laughs low, pushing himself up again, this time he moves to linger directly in front of where you sit, but he doesn’t make a move.

Were you missing something?

Was he? Maybe you misread his signs. 

Or maybe you didn’t make yourself clear. 

“You know, I used to kick myself in the ass in elementary school. I got held back in the third grade for not wanting to shake anyone’s hand, which meant you were two whole grades ahead of me, instead of the much more attainable one. I was gutted when I realized I wasn’t gonna be able to go out of my way to see glimpses of you anymore after your eight grade promotion. Then I got to high school and you got really hot, and I got my glimpses back, but you just had to go and like Chrissy—“

“Chrissy? I didn’t like Chrissy like that.” He interrupts you, making your heartbeat pound in your ears. It was one thing to be brave enough to vomit the truth like you were but now you were gonna have to try and make sense of the word vomit, to a guy you know is very aware that you just admitted your attraction to.

“Erin Miller said she overheard a couple of the guys on the football team giving you a hard time about making eyes at a cheerleader you were interested in. ‘Said it was Chrissy.”

“They said it was Chrissy. You were her partner during that little cheer thing you did at the homecoming pep rally. And you had on an eyepatch.” You remembered that, it was when you started trying your hand at softball. You’d gone to the batting cages the weekend before homecoming and came back home with a  black eye that stuck around for a little longer than a month. “They were a little right though, I was definitely making eyes at a cheerleader, just got the wrong one down.”

“Oh. I guess we’re both victims of vast misunderstanding.”

“Guess so.”

He leans down and you lean up to smash your lips together, mouth immediately opening to welcome his tongue when it seeks yours out.

Eddie groans, one hand moving to hold the back of your head and the other moving to rest against your side as he pulls you to the edge of the picnic bench, licking any uncertainty remaining right off your tongue. It’s messy and urgent, but so satisfying given that it’s been years in the making. 

He uses his hold on your head to angle the kiss deeper, there’s no doubt he’s in control. You nip at his bottom lip, causing him to gasp and creating a chance for you to explore his mouth instead.

He tastes mostly like weed, but there’s a hint of something underneath that must be Eddie, and you’re desperate to get a better taste.

Eddie’s moan is absolutely obscene as your tongue rolls over his, his grip on your side loosens so he can move his jacket out of the way and slide his hand down to rest on your thigh. The warmth of his hand on your skin makes you feel intoxicated (even more so) and he gives your thigh a good squeeze before tugging it just over his hip. You can feel him hard, and warm pressed up against your covered core. The bulge prodding at you is larger than you would have allowed yourself to expect from him, it’ll be a stretch for sure. Your terry ring shorts make it easy for his jeans to provide some much needed friction.

“Fuck.” He hisses, breaking the kiss when you grind your hips forward. “Fuck, I really—I want to—“

You can’t help but pout, lips swollen from the thorough job he’d done. “Why do I sense a ‘but’ coming on?”

He leans forward to give you another kiss, this one is sweet but just as passionate. “But, you’re still high. If this is gonna happen, I need it to happen when you’re sober. I need to know you want to do this, You’re just so fucking beautiful and you look so hot in these shorts, and the thigh highs…” He grits out, fingers snaking under them to rest against the warm skin of your thigh, just for a moment, before his hand is retreating. “It’s like all my little fantasies, dirty and not, are coming true. I couldn’t resist. What kind of satanic witchcraft is this?”

You laugh as he presses a long kiss to your forehead, before forcing himself to give you room to hop down. “Just a little something the women in my family have been passing down since Salem. Old recipe, if you will.” 

He watches you, smirking before he pulls you into him again. “You’re making it really hard to to be platonic here. You’re not supposed to have a sense of humor, either.”

“Well, you’re not supposed to be charming. You’re failing to live up to your reputation, not even half as scary as you try to look.” You retort, not eager to leave the warmth of his embrace.

He pulls back to look down at you, intrigued with your statement. “Sweetheart, you thought I was scary?”

“As scary as you thought I was.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to terrify you like that.” It has the desired effect, you laugh and playfully slap his shoulder. 

“Shut up!” Despite the return of your affections for him, the sky is darkening significantly, and your dad is gonna have a heart attack if you’re not home by the time he leaves for his night shift. So, you reluctantly step away, his hands falling back to his sides as you shove your things into your bag.

“I gotta go.”

“I figured as much. Did you drive to school?” He knows you did, he just wants to be able to cover all possible grounds in an attempt to get a couple more minutes with you. He doesn’t care if you’re not gonna fuck.

You feel guilty, completely stupid. You should’ve just made the 45 minute walk to school instead of the 10 minute drive. Selfish. “I did.”

“Damn.”

“What were you doing here, anyways?”

“I’m supposed to meet someone around─” He glances down at his watch. “Now.”

You scoff, but you can feel your cheeks tingle. “And you were still gonna offer to drive me home?”

He shrugs his shoulders, looking irresistible in that hellfire shirt. “I’ve got my priorities straight this time. ‘86, baby. I know what I want.”

And the smoldering look he’s giving you has your kneecaps rattling, you gotta go before you risk it all. “Looks like I was wrong, you’re definitely no hyperbole.”

He lets out a loud laugh as you walk backwards, stomach still warm with affection for the super senior.

“See you around, Eddie.”

“Oh, I hope so.”

You can still feel his eyes on you as you make your way out of the woods, wondering if you’re gonna need to find a new arch-enemy or not.

[adri-2022]

Betrayed

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x VoightDaughter!Reader / Hank Voight/ Erin Lindsay/ Chicago PD members

Warnings: Swearing/ angst/ cancer related themes/ some fluff

Word count: 2741

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A/N: Hi guys here is an original imagine, it's based on Chicago PD Season 3, Episode 10. I hope everyone likes it.

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Like every other day you were feeling exhausted, nauseous and plain out of it. A year ago, you were diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer, this marking a year after you got married to the love of your life -Jay Halstead-. You knew you had a predisposition to cancer, your mom Camille suffered and died from it when you were younger. So, in one of your annual check ups the terrible news came true, your family and friends were afraid you would suffer as your mom did. You were still having treatments monthly, already having taken this month’s chemo session.

It was hard on yourself, of course you were the one going through it, but for Jay. Well let’s say he had to see firsthand your parents history repeating itself. He was always there, for every sickness, through the depression state. He watch as you cried every night while pulling strings of hair from your head, and even after all of the treatments you had received to this day you looked healthy -the only noticeable thing, was the hair falling and the weight loss-.

Turning into your rock just as your dad had done for your mother all those years ago. Nonetheless he always tried his best to bring joy and happiness to you. Making you smile and laugh had turned into his daily goal -and his life promises-. Going home early, always bringing roses and pizza -your favorites-. Making sure you knew you could count on him to pull you back together in times of desperation.

You were currently home waiting for your husband to call you to have lunch together. Having a very weird feeling in your stomach, you went to lay down -its probably side effects- you thought going to bed.

Unknown to you your dad’s whole team was currently at Chicago Med attending a new case relating, victims being brought with chemo overdose. This struck a nerve deep down on everyone, turning to disbelief. Jay felt sick to his stomach by just thinking about you being in that situation.

“This is so fucked up…” Jay said looking around the room, while everyone shook their heads, Hank turning his gaze to the floor.

Just then Natalie Manning entered the room letting them know about another victim brought with the same diagnosis. While looking into the new victims stuff they found out all 4 patients knew each other, what they didn’t expect was the name Antonio said seconds later,

“I got a name. Doctor Dean Reybold” silence.

“What!” Jay said head snapping up at Hank, a terrified look on his face. Erin dropping what she had in her hands in the table, turning to look at Hank and Jay, same look in her eyes -recognition, fear, anger-.

Jay stood up rushing out of the room with Hank, Erin hot in his heels. Pressing the elevator button Jay tried taking deep breaths, nothing was working.

“Hank, Jay…” she said arriving at their side.

“Don’t. Don’t say anything Erin…I- I just wanna go home and see my wife” shaking his head trying to keep his ragging tears at bay. If this was true…

“Right…” Hank said stoic expression on his face -even though that wasn’t what he was going to do-

“Hey, I’m serious you can’t go” “Like hell we can!” Hank turned to look at her just as Alvin appeared behind her,

“No, I’ll go he won’t know who I am. If he’s the one overdosing this women…” “C’mon pal, just you and me…” Alvin tried to reason with Voight. Making Jay scoff, shaking his head, feeling like he couldn’t breathe.

“It been a year since I’ve heard that name” Hank started.

“We know…” Erin responded

“No. You don’t. He was the oncologist to diagnose Y/N’s cancer. He’s been treating her ever since…” Jay said turning to look at Al and Erin his voice breaking at the thought of you being another of his victims. Erin looked surprised she didn’t know you were being treated by Reybold.

“He last treated Camille and he has been treating my daughter too. If he’s the one doing this…” “We’ll get him Hank” Alvin finished making Erin nod. Hank nodded, turning to Jay who looked like he had seen a ghost, eyes red; so, putting a hand on his shoulder,

“Go home. Get Y/N to get checked let’s make sure…” he couldn’t finish the sentence, he just couldn’t. Jay nodded getting into the elevator, now alone bending hands on his knees while releasing his tears. This couldn’t be happening, not to you. From all the people in the world, not to you.

You had woken up from your nap currently in the kitchen having a glass of water and some pills for the nausea when you heard the door open, furrowing your eyebrows confused. Who was it? Jay wasn’t supposed to be home so early, but you were answered as you heard him,

“Honey!” “Kitchen…” then you heard his footsteps, when you saw his face, you knew something was seriously wrong. He rushed towards you picking you up by the waist in a bone crushing hug -what’s going on?- you thought to yourself. He sat you down on the kitchen aisle cupping both your cheeks, before taking a deep breath. Let the nightmare begin…  

You felt numb in the car, you knew you were crying when your tears hit the palm of your hand that was in your lap. You felt like you were floating as you walked hand in hand with Jay towards a treatment room. You sat in the bed feet crossed gaze on the wall, Jay slightly behind you sharing a bit of space on the gurney. You could barely register Jay’s left hand on your back, right hand in you thigh while you waited for the inevitable.

“Jay…Y/N…” your brother-in-law, Will said when he walked trough the door. Jay looked up at his brother’s face, unreadable expression which made him worry even more. He proceeded to give your thigh a squeeze getting your attention, nodding towards his brother the minute you looked at him.

“Will’s here…”

“I don’t think I can hear it…” you said looking at Will, your eyes puffy from the crying. Will nodded taking a sit in the chair next to the bed taking a hold of your hand. -This is it…- you thought.

“Just say it man…” Jay said,

“Test show you’re clear of cancer…” he paused as you and Jay sighed in relieve both closing your eyes, before he continued, “…there’s no trace of any- ever being present in your body…” you sobbed while Jay pulled your back to his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, closing his eyes tightly trying not to cry. Will could only squeeze your hand, dropping his head. You never had cancer; test showed you were as healthy as they came -of course with the exception of all the side effects from the chemo that you never needed-.

You went back to the district with Jay, he didn’t want to leave you alone, and you didn’t want to be alone. Claiming the stairs to the front desk you were met with Trudy, who immediately rounded her desk to hug you -Jay had called her before arriving- knowing you needed her.

“We’re gonna get this asshole. You hear me, you have my word…” she whispered in your ear while you cling to her, nodding your head. When you pulled away, Jay pulled you back into him, arm over your shoulder while you continued your trip upstairs. Everyone’s attention turned to the both of you, Erin walking up to you hugging you.

“And?” Hank asked hugging and kissing your head. When you didn’t say anything as you went back into Jay’s arms, your dad looked at your husband.

“Test say she never had it…” he said closing his eyes calm voice while putting his cheek on your head. This sentence made everyone gasp silently. You were never ill. You heard your dad scoff before going into his office, Al following. Jay took you to the break room sitting you in the couch before he bend in front of you hand in your cheek, kissing you deeply.

In that kiss you both shared the desperation, the anxiousness, the pain and most important the love. You stayed foreheads together and eyes closed for a moment, until you broke the silence.

“He lied…” you whispered, while your husband caressed your hips,

“I know…” “He said- he said I had cancer” you said looking at Jay pained and betrayed expression. Before standing up and going towards the garage.

“Y/N! Hey- baby talk to me…” he said reaching the bottom of the stairs, making you shake your head while you started to paced back and forth in front of the cage.

“Baby, don’t do that…” “Do what!” you screamed, making him shake his head, then pointing at you.

“That!” he paused before continuing, “Don’t bottle it up! You have to feel it…” he said raising his voice slightly.

“I DON’T WANNA FEEL IT” you screamed at him, tears staring to roll down your cheeks. “FEEL IT Y/N. FEEL IT!” he screamed back, to this you paused chest heaving until you couldn’t anymore, and you started sobbing your heart out.

“He told me he would cure me. He made promises- HE KNEW HE COULD KEEP THEM! I never had this fucking cancer of shit…” you screamed in between sobs, looking at Jay angry look on both your faces.

“Fucking. Shit. Motherfucking. Asshole! I. FUCKING. HATE. HIM!” you continued yelling kicking the door of the cage with every word you said. He was right you needed to feel, you needed to grieve, and you needed to cry or else it would consume you.

During your ‘feeling session’, Jay had taken a sit on a bench nearby, just making sure to keep an eye on you. No one else could hear you from down here, so you screamed, cried and kicked. Jay just continued to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. Averting his gaze when he felt that he would cry too. You were tired, your eyes were swollen, and you barely had any voice left.

Sniffing and taking a shaky breath one last time, you went and sat at Jay’s feet, putting your head in his lap. He put his chin on his hand looking down at you. You heard him sigh before you felt his hand on your hair,

“Better?” he asked, “…better…” he leaned to kiss your cheek.

“I love you. He will pay. I’ll make sure of it…I promise” he said to which you nodded, “I love you too”

“Hey sorry to interrupt…we’re hitting” Erin said looking worriedly at you, without second thought Jay bend down to kiss you before running up the stairs.

Arriving at Reybold office, Erin had found him in a conference room. The minute Jay entered, Reybold smiled sadly at him -Reybold knew who Jay was obviously-. This made Jay give him a dead glare, jaw tensing, before Hank entered.

“Destroying patient documents Doctor Reybold?” Hank rhetorically asked, “I have nothing to hide Hank…” Reybold said calmly.

“You sure?” Jay said taking a step closer to a sitting Reybold. “Wait you three know each other?” Reybold’s lawyer -Miss Green- asked,

“I treated sergeant Voight’s late wife” “That’s not all is it?” Erin asked disgusted look in her face,

“I’m also treating sergeant Voight’s daughter, detective Halstead’s wife…” “Don’t say another word” his lawyer intervened.

“You know who doesn’t destroy patient files- innocent people” Hank continued taking steps towards him.

“Hank, Jay, you know me. I was there with you when Y/N was diagnosed…” “Shut up! Don’t talk about my wife” Jay cut him off finger pointed at him, deadly look in his face.

“Cuff him up” “Gladly!” Jay said while yanking Reybold up from his chair and pulling him out of the conference room.

After that the team tried their best to get some information out of him, but there wasn’t anything useful. They had suggested that you testified but being honest you weren’t near ready to talk about the whole situation. You were feeling wounded and betrayed, both you and Jay saying a big fat no. Miss Shelby -the lawyer taking the case- had advised not to since it could be used to dismiss the case in court giving how personal it was for the unit.

A couple of weeks later now in court, sitting next to your husband his arm around your shoulders pulling towards him, while you had your hand on his knee. Your attention was pulled back when your dad took the stand. The case wasn’t going well, Reybold’s defense was dismissing every evidence intelligence brought, and they couldn’t bring in the victims for some technicality. Every question asked was objected; the team had nothing at this point.

That was until your dad said he had witnessed Reybold administering chemo to your mom.

“I saw Doctor Reybold dose my wife Camille who died of cancer under his care, and my son-in-law has witnessed my daughter Y/N receiving treatment from Reybold…” this made your blood run cold. Jay tightening his grip on you kissing the side of your head. Erin holding onto your hand for support.  

“I’m here. Breath…” Jay whispered in your ear. You blocked the rest of Reybold’s lawyer questions not wanting to remember how your mom was in her last days. This until Miss Shelby stood up again.

“Redirect…what other victims are you referring to Sergeant?” “Objection!” Miss Green objected.

“Miss Green questioned my witness about one prior patient Camille Voight and one current patient Y/N Halstead. Now she opened the door for all 42 patients he treated”

“She’s right overruled” you immediately saw the fail on Miss Green���s face. She knew they had lost the case for good.

“What other victims?” “Helen Graham, Nia Felton, Priya Parvati, Y/N Halstead and 38 other people this doctor diagnosed with cancer they didn’t have and treated with chemo they didn’t need”

“How do you know this?” Miss Shelby asked. “Because Doctor Reybold confessed to personally poisoning 42 patients, ruining their lives, terrifying them and their families, on court under oath…” you looked at your dad teary smile on your face, Jay pecking your head over and over again. While your sister squeezed your hand.

After your dad left the stand, you entered the room your he was in with Jay next to you, Erin finished hugging him. Which you took as opportunity to hug him tightly.

“Thank you…mom would be proud” whispering while he nodded, not showing too much emotion. Everyone knew Hank Voight wasn’t a big emotion showing person.

The jury had declared Doctor Reybold guilty of all charges, and while he shouted to your dad, saying that he had said the truth about your mom’s cancer,

“I would never harm Camille. I was their only hope, they got years because of me. You can’t put someone away for saving lives…” he paused before looking towards you. Making Jay shake his head warningly,

“Shut up…” Jay said serious look while he took a step-in front of you.

“I would never hurt you Y/N, I saved you…” he said, making you step out slightly from behind your husband,

“You’re just a liar and coward. Rot in hell you fucking piece of shit” you said so only he could hear you while he was being dragged away.

Arriving at home, you took your shoes off, about to walk into the living room when Jay pulled you back, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck thumb caressing his neck, pulling back looking at each other. He tapped your waist slightly so you would jump and wrap your legs around his waist, like that he carried you towards the couch. Sitting with you straddling his lap while he smiled when you pocked his nose.

“Thank you, baby…” you whispered looking down at him, which made him confused,

“For what hon?” he caressed your cheek looking deeply into your beautiful eyes.

“For keeping your promise” “Always beautiful” he answered pecking your lips, before you snuggling your head into his neck, his chin on top of your head. In this moment he was exited and grateful that he had the opportunity of a future with you. That you both could live without the paralyzing feeling of uncertainty, that one day you wouldn’t be there anymore.