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writersmess · 2 years ago

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hello!! i hope you’re doing well and having a great day 🥰

i saw you were taking requests and was wondering if you’d write a buck fic where they find out they’re having twins and how they tell the 118? if don’t get to it, truly no worry. just take care of yourself and remember to drink water ❤️❤️

TO BUILD A HOME | EVAN BUCKLEY

Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: You found out that you were pregnant with twins and it was time to tell 118.

Warning: just a big fluffy family

Word count: 1k

a/n: Thank you so much for this request!!! I wanted to start by saying how much I loved this request. I have to confess that I am in a scary baby fever lately and this just made me want a baby even more (help meeee) I hope you like it!!! And forgive if there’s any mistakes, english is not my first language.

Also can someone plssss give this man a baby??? After the last episode it was clear how much he is prepared AND how much he wants it!!! omg

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“twins?”

lying on the hospital stretcher, with an icy gel on your low stomach, you could hear Buck’s startled murmur as he repeated the doctor’s words. You were completely shocked. As if finding out the pregnancy wasn’t scare enough, you’re having twins?

Your hands were shaking and sweating, your mind was a completely mess, fear was growing in your chest. What if you weren’t good enough, what if-

“baby?” Buck’s voice woke you from your thoughts and you could see the worried look on his beautiful face. “are you feeling okay?”

“y-yes, i-i just-“

“i’ll give you a moment”

The doctor said as she wiped the gel from your belly and soon left the room leaving you two alone.

“i-i don’t know if- how can we-“

“hey hey, calm down” He held your face in his hands and his eyes met yours. “I am scared to death about this too. But we’re going to make it, we’ve faced so much so far, all the obstacles that have come our way and we’ve faced them. We are going to make it, we are going to have these babies and they are going to learn about the greatest love in the world, because they are going to be raised by us”

“and by the 118” You added and let out a muffled laugh. He let out a wide smile and you could see how his eyes formed little wrinkles as his smile grew. “i love you so much”

“i love you guys too” He put his hands on your stomach and gave you a little peck in your lips.

It was finally Thanksgiving morning. You and Buck agreed to wait until today to tell everyone about the pregnancy. You were helping Athena and Maddie in the kitchen, while the rest of the team was setting Bobby and Athena’s house for lunch. You didn’t wake up well this morning, the nausea that you thought was over showed its face again. You excused yourself and quickly went to the bathroom, throwing up what you didn’t even know you had in your stomach. After you cleaned yourself up you came out of the bathroom and bumped into a frowning Maddie.

“Are you feeling all right? This is the second time you’ve run to the bathroom to-“

You noticed her eyes widen and the glow of understanding appeared on her face. And your eyes widened too.

“oh my god. You are preg-“

Before she could finish her sentence you dragged her into the bathroom with you and quickly closed the door. Your heart was racing and now Maddie’s eyes were filled with tears.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How far along are you? oh my god, my brother is going to be a father. Jee is going to have a cousin” She kept murmuring and you smiled at your sister-in-law’s excitement. When your eyes met she gave a huge smile. “and how are you doing? i am so happy for you”

She hugged you tight, and you didn’t even realize you had tears in your eyes until they rolled off your face.

“that’s why Buck hasn’t taken his eyes off you all morning” You nodded, still teary-eyed, and tried to pull yourself together.

“Maddie you can’t tell anyone. We will announce it this afternoon, it’s still a surprise”

“yeah of course. I’ll try to keep my mouth shut” You gave her a serious look and she laughed. “i promise I’ll keep my mouth shut” As soon as you left the bathroom Buck was standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face.

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything is great” Maddie exclaimed with her hands up and burst out laughing. As soon as she left Buck looked at you confused and you sighed.

“she knows” you both spoke together and smiled.

The table was set, everyone was seated, and Bobby began a speech about the things he was grateful for this year. He was about to start the meal, when Buck asked to speak.

“ahn, i-i’d like to- i-i’m-“

He started to stutter and you held his hand under the table. He took a deep breath looking into your eyes and your smile gave him the strength to continue.

“i am extremely grateful for this family, the 118 family, I think you all remember that I didn’t go through my best phase in the beginning, but with your help I can say that I have become a better firefighter and a better person. And I am grateful for the woman who chose me. A few years have passed since we decided to give this relationship a chance and I could never have imagined that this would become the best thing in my life, the best part of me. But today in particular I am grateful because she gave me the opportunity to be a father and I am grateful for the babies in her belly”

“what?” Eddie was the first to ask while everyone stared at you in astonishment.

“oh my god, babies? As two babies?" Maddie exclamed with tears in her eyes.

And when you confirmed it the celebration began. Everyone came up to you to congratulate and tell you how much these babies would be loved. How great you would be as parents, and of course lots of jokes about how they didn’t believe Buck could do anything good like winning you over and now getting you pregnant, you’re too much for Buck. You couldn’t have dreamed of a different scenario, a better one. The look on Buck’s face, his sincere smile on his lips as he told about the day you found out together that you were pregnant, the love that radiated from everyone around you, the caresses on your belly and the loving comments, the warm hugs.

That was the true meaning of family for you. The joy, the talking, the pregnancy planning, the hugs and smiles, went on throughout the day. And it went on during the months that followed, the homemade meals made especially for you, the gifts sent for the babies, the help to set up the babies’ room.

They were your true family.

When the day finally arrived ahead of schedule, you were home alone. Despite the fear and desperation you did what you had spent months preparing for. While on the way you called your boyfriend, you didn’t expect that you would arrive at the hospital practically together with a truck full of anxious firemen who came straight out of a call to the hospital. The nurses couldn’t stop talking about how loved you were and how anxious the firemen and their partners in the waiting room were.

And the moment has finally arrived. The Buckley babies have arrived into this world, and you and Buck couldn’t be happier.

Your family was now complete.

#911 imagine #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #911 fanfic #buck x reader #evan buck buckley

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 7 months ago

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What do you think a relationship between Mary and Sister Winchester would really be like?

In the event that Sister Winchester is clearly not Mary's daughter

John had an affair with a normal woman and although we know that he never forgot Mary, he really came to care about the Winchester sister's mother, until she died or left. How would Mary take finding out that John was with someone else? Or I think the question is whether I could come to terms with it even though Sister Winchester is a constant reminder that John was with someone else.

How would Dean and Sam tell this to Mary?

Dean and Sam try not to talk about Sister Winchester's mother in front of Mary or talk about her as if she was nobody in John's life (never in a cruel way) so as not to hurt Mary's feelings, in the same way that Sam and Dean tried not to talk in front of Mary about what a bad father John was and that bothers Sister Winchester because she's like "she's my mom, if you don't want her Mary knows about her, that's fine, but don't talk about her as if she were nobody."

And which brings me to my last question.

If somehow Sister Winchester's mother were alive, do you think Sister Winchester would spend more time with her mother than with the boys when Mary returns?

What would the relationship between Mary and Sister Winchester's mother be like?

How would Dean and Sam take it if the Winchester sister wanted to go live with her mother after Mary returns (and before she leaves) so as not to make things awkward?

I think the boys would be a little heartbroken when their sister tells them "I want to stay with mom."

(I’m gonna write this like a reader insert so that I don’t have to keep writing sister Winchester 😅)

Ok, so first I don’t really think John could get super close to another woman, he was too obsessed with Mary, but for the sake of argument let’s say he did.

I don’t think she would still be around—if you could’ve had a safe life, John/Dean wouldn’t let you live with them, they’d want you to stay with your mother. Unless of course your mother didn’t want you, and left you with John.

This is how I think it would go down—you got kidnapped with Sam, so Mary doesn’t meet you right away. Dean, ever the avoidant one, doesn’t tell Mary about his little sister, so her meeting you is quite a shock. When Dean and Mary bust in to save Sam, she sees you tied up right next to him. After an awkward yet excited greeting with Sam, Mary starts to wonder about you.

“I wonder how many other hunters they have stuck in here,” she says. “I mean, this is just a kid! What could they want from her?”

“They don’t have anyone else,” Sam says. “They wanted information on other hunters.”

“Well, then how did they get her?” Mary asks.

“She…she was in the bunker with me,” Sam says. You haven’t said anything—you know who this is, you’ve seen her in pictures, and you’re too shy and shocked to say anything.

“Mom,” Dean cuts in. “She’s our sister.”

The ride back to the bunker is super awkward. Once they get there, Dean tells you to go back to your room for a bit so he can talk to Mary.

Dean explains about your mother, but he makes it sound like she wasn’t anyone important. He’s trying to dampen the blow for Mary, but in doing so he makes your mom seem like a nobody. Little does he know that you didn’t actually go to your room.

“Hey!” You speak up for the first time since Mary showed up. “You don’t have to talk about her like that, Dean. If you don’t want Mary to know about her that’s fine, but don’t talk about her like she was nobody!”

“Hey,” Sam would interrupt, trying to sooth you. “Let’s take a look at you in the bathroom, ok? I know they hurt you, we should clean up some of those injuries.”

You’d let Sam take you away now that you’d said what you wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” you said to Sam while he fixed up your wounds. “I’m not trying to mess anything up with your mom, I’m glad you got her back, I just…Dean was talking about my mom like she didn’t matter.”

“It’s ok,” Sam said. “I know you didn’t want to ruin anything. And I know it must’ve hurt hearing Dean talk like that. Dean…he’s always been in a bit of denial about your mom. You know, dad was always so obsessed with getting revenge for mom, that Dean thinks that that means he couldn’t care about anyone else. But he did, he did care about your mom kiddo.”

Mary would stay away from you for the most part. She doesn’t like you, and deep down everyone knows it. I mean, she came from the past, so as far as she remembers, she was married to John like yesterday. So the idea that she died and he moved on and got with someone else, and right in front of her is John’s child with some other woman?—that has to hurt. (I’m playing devil’s advocate here but in reality I really don’t like Mary).

I think Mary would probably belittle your ideas, like—

“Well she’s a child. She doesn’t understand how this works.”

And Sam would very gently remind her, “Mom, she’s been hunting for a while.”

“Not nearly as long as I have.”

Because of this, you’d speak up less and less before hunts. In fact, you talk less in the bunker in general, because whenever you do Mary gives you this side eye, like she’d forgotten you were still there.

It doesn’t become too much of a problem at first, because pretty soon Mary leaves to “get some space” (one of the main reasons I hate her) and “adjust” or whatever. As soon as she’s gone, the boys notice the difference in you. Your more confident in the bunker, and you talk a lot more. You always shut up, though, whenever Mary comes to visit.

You never talk about this with the brothers, because you’d never try to hurt their relationship with Mary.

So back to your mom—let’s say she’s alive, but she left you with John. You never wanted to find her before, because she left you with John because she didn’t want to put herself or her family (she has a lot of siblings and friends that she’s super close to) in danger. John told you all about it so that you would know that it wasn’t about you—your mom wanted you, but it was too complicated with the possibility that demons knew about you. You wanted to leave her be, but with Mary around you got desperate. You finally tell the boys—

“I want to go find my mom.”

They’re heartbroken that you want to leave, but they won’t make you stay. They know why you’re leaving, after all, and they can’t do anything about it—Mary’s their mom, and you’re their little sister, and they can’t pick between you.

So you go after your mom and find her—she’s happy to see you and know you’re ok, and she lets you stay with her, but after a while you start to feel unwelcome there, too. You know you’re probably putting her in danger, but you just don’t know what to do.

Just when you’re at the end of your rope, the brothers come and find you. They ask you to come back.

“Mary isn’t around much anymore,” Dean says, and you notice he sounds bitter. “She…she was working with the British Men of Letters.”

This comes as a shock to you, but you can’t deny that it feels great to come back to the bunker with just your big brothers. Of course they kind of-ish reconcile with Mary after a while, but since she betrayed them like that they stand up for you now—after all, you’ve never betrayed them like that. So the first time Mary tries to shut you down, Dean snaps at her—

“She has more right to be at this table than you, so let her speak.”

And Mary doesn’t do it again.

When John comes back, you don’t know what to do. This day is about the Winchesters, and as much as you wanted to see your dad again, you didn’t want to wreck anything. Your hiding out in your room for a while when John notices.

“Where’d your little sister go?”

“I think she’s in her room,” Sam says, and tells John where it is.

John’s the one who goes to find you. You’re expecting Sam or Dean when you hear a knock, so when John comes in you’re surprised.

“Hey baby.” John smiles at you. “What are you doing in here?”

“I-I didn’t want to mess up your family day,” you say.

“You’re my family, too,” John says, coming over and sitting on your bed. “I…I know things are probably a little strange with Mary back, but…but I want to see you, too. You’re my baby girl, always. Ok?”

You hug John, and he laughs.

“Ok.”

#the winchesters #dean winchester #dean and sam #supernatural dean #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #winchesters x reader #sam winchester x reader #winchesters x sister #mary winchester #john winchester x daughter!reader #john Winchester

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topazy · 1 year ago

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Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Mentions of SA, blood, character death

Chapter: 2.10

Lori gave you a knowing look while Andrea continued to whine about issues that weren’t real issues. While Maggie and Beth argued in another room, Andrea stated she thought you should try to encourage Beth to accompany you while taking Jace for a walk around the farm, insisting the fresh air would do the three of you some good.

You did want to snap back at her since Andrea was unhelpful most of the time, but you bit your tongue for the most part and started washing dishes in the kitchen. It’s not until Andrea mentions your brother and Shane being sexist since they always dealt with the more dangerous tasks, leaving the women behind to do all the housework.

“It's because they were cops! They risked their lives every day, and they know what they are doing.”

Andrea lets out an over-the-top huff, placing her hands on her hips. “Well, if they spent more time teaching us how to defend ourselves properly, then maybe we could share the load. I should be able to handle my own goddamn gun.”

“Oh yeah, because you’re so good at handling them.”

Lori shakes her head. She was trying her best to defuse the tension, but neither you nor the blonde were listening at this point.

“Excuse me?”

“Last time you fired a damn gun, you almost killed Daryl!”

—

You step out onto the porch with a fresh cup of coffee in your hand. It wasn’t the real stuff and properly tasted stale, but it was better than nothing. You sit down beside Maggie on the wooden steps and hand it to her. “I thought you could use this.”

“Thanks.”

“How is she?”

Maggie pauses before answering, “She’s alive.”

You give her a sympathetic smile. Things had gone from bad to chaotic in the last twenty-four hours. Beth had locked herself in a bathroom, broke the mirror, and then used the sharp material to cut herself; luckily, her father was able to stitch her wrist in time. Rick and Shane had taken the kid Randell somewhere far to leave him, but apparently the area was surrounded by walkers, so they brought him back to the farm, where he was now essentially a hostage.

“Since we got here, we’ve brought nothing but trouble; I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you do,” she says, letting out a slight chuckle. “But if I’m being honest, I’m glad you folks came here. I just wish it was under better circumstances.”

You watch as Daryl comes out of the barn covered in blood, which you assumed came from Randell. You feel physically sick thinking of what could have transpired behind those wooden walls. You tell Maggie, “I’ll be back shortly.”

You walk quickly to grab a bucket of water that was half full and a cleanish cloth that was hanging up to dry, and you call out after your friend, “Daryl, wait up.”

He keeps walking towards one of the wells. “I gotta go wipe—”

“The blood off? Yeah, I got you covered.”

He lets out a snort as he begins to wash his hands. “You just assume I’d come out covered in blood?”

“I noticed the cut on your arm earlier, and I don’t want it to get infected.”

Daryl glances down at his arms before cleaning them as well. Usually he was covered in more dirt and dried blood than the rest of you; what worried you was the uncovered cut on Daryl’s arm surrounded by dirt. He says, “You're such a mom.”

—

Daryl asks how your injury from the crash is healing as you make your way towards your group, which is sitting by the tents outside. The first thing you notice is the look on Shane’s face; he’s looking pissed off as his eyes dart between you and Daryl.

“Boy, there’s got a gang, thirty men,” Daryl says. “They have heavy artillery, and they ain’t looking to make friends. They roll through here; our boys are dead. And our women... they’re going to wish they were.”

Hearing those words come from Daryl, you instantly become scared. You avoid making eye contact with Shane as you walk towards him; he hands you Jace before resting his hand against your hip. He whispers, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Carol notices Daryl’s bleeding knuckles. “What did you do?”

“Had a little chat.”

When your brother starts to talk about ‘eliminating the threat’ you shake your head, not wanting to hear anymore, you decide to leave the conversation. “I’m going to take Jace inside.”

You didn’t doubt Randall was a bad person, and you believed you would rather wish you were dead if his gang tuned up, but you weren’t going to partake in anything to do with him.

—

“Can I ask you something?”

As soon as you hear Dale’s voice, you roll your eyes. You walked to the other side of the farm so you could be on your own with Jace. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Dale, but I’m not going to vote.”

“So you’re just going to stand by and let your brother kill the boy?”

You lean against a tree, continuing to stoke Jace’s thin, dark hair with your fingers. “My personal opinion on this doesn’t matter, but what does is keep our people safe.”

Dale looks disappointed. “So you agree with killing him; you just don’t want to admit it.”

Learning that Randall stood by and watched as men in his group raped two teenage girls in front of their father stirred something inside—emotions that you couldn’t shift. “All due respect, it’s different from us, Dale. I understand why it’s wrong, all of us against one kid, but…” You stop talking when your mouth suddenly becomes dry, and it takes you a moment to find your voice again. “I’ve met Randall’s before, and trust me, you want to be on the opposite side of them.”

Dale gives your arm a friendly squeeze and says, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He licks at his lips and says, “I spoke to Shane earlier to try and convince him to change his mind.”

“I imagine that went well,” you snort.

“He was dead set on never letting a man like that near you again, and I had a theory you met men like that in the past; that’s why I’m sorry. Nobody deserves—”

“Dale,” tears fall from your eyes. “Just please, don’t go there.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. Just—they listen to you, Rick, Shane; hell, even Daryl seems to value your opinion.”

You remain standing in the same spot as the older man walks away. “Dale?” He turns back around to face you. “How long did it take you to stop trusting Shane?”

“I never did.”

—

You stand by the front doorway of Greene's farmhouse; everyone has gathered to talk about Randall’s fate. You had already made it clear you weren’t getting involved, a decision that received mixed reactions; some thought it was unfair, while those closest to you understood why you weren’t getting involved.

You hold your hand out for your nephew and say, “Carl, I need you to come help me in the RV.”

He pouts, “What with?”

“I need you to help watch Jace while I mend a bunch of torn-up clothes.”

“Now?”

“Go.”

Carl sulks as he walks by you to go outside. You didn’t really need his help in the RV, but you, Rick, and Lori wanted him out of the discussion.

“You’re really not going to share your thoughts on this?” Dale asks.

You glance around to make sure nobody else is listening in before answering. “Honestly, I don’t know what I think. I want to believe I’m a good person who votes against it, but then I remember what he’s done, and then I’m unsure. But I do admire you, Dale; it’s not easy. Always remember who you are.”

He gives you a slight nod, and then you leave the house.

—

You’re unsure of how much time has passed by when you hear a loud yell of pain. “Carl, stay here with Jace and lock the door behind me.”

You run out of the RV and in the direction of the field. Your brother calls out for T-dog to get a shotgun as he follows closely behind you.

Spotting a walker trying to bite Dale, you pull your blade out of your belt and stab it in the head before pushing it off him, but you’re too late. Dale’s stomach had already been ripped open, and he was bleeding out. “No! Rick, Rick! Help, over here!”

Daryl is the next person to arrive. He kneels down and says, “Hey, buddy, you’re going to be okay.”

Rick and Andrea both scream for Hershel to come outside as soon as they see Dale, but you knew there was nothing he could do. You hold Dale’s hand and kiss his forehead. “It’s okay; it’s going to be okay.”

Dale was so confused by the loss of blood that it was hard to know if he knew what you were saying to him. But you could tell he was in pain and choking on his own blood from the way he gurgled.

“Shane... Rick,” with glossy eyes, you look up at them, your voice breaking. “He’s suffering; please do something.”

Rick points his gun at Dale’s head, but he’s unable to pull the trigger, so Daryl takes the gun from him. You move further back as Daryl kneels down, but you still hold onto Dale’s hand, not wanting him to feel alone.

“Sorry, brother.” Daryl pulls the trigger, ending Dale’s suffering.

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writing-whump · 3 months ago

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Enjoy being sick a little more

Seline is back. Rip has a cold. Matthew is trying to make sense of it all.

Matt felt rather stupid as he knocked on the door of the apartment Isaiah got for Dylan and Rip. It was right opposite theirs, but he had never been inside before.

There was lot of loud shuffling around before Dylan opened the door and waved him in without hesitation. "Oh thank god. Could you please take her away already?"

Matt's eyebrows shot up. "Huh? Who?"

"My sister, who else?"

"I- I didn't know she was back." A wave of annoyance rose in him with the realization. Couldn't she at least have said hello? Why was she here before going to her own place?

"Don't tell me she is actually moving over to you guys..."

Dylan froze mid-step and gave him a horrified look. "Oh, I sure hope not! I don't wanna be living with her again. Look what she has done to the place since she came! It's wrecked."

"It's called cleaning, D," came a raspy voice from the kitchen. Matt walked in, intrigued.

The kitchen was indeed a mess, pans and glasses outside their cupboards.

Rip was leaning on the counter, weirdly bright red dots almost glowing on his way too pale face.

Matt could also finally hear Seline's voice. She was talking rapidly in a language he couldn't understand inside the bathroom.

"She is putting everything out, cleaning it from 'dust' and putting it back. She threw herself at the bathroom while we wait for the kitchen to dry up," Dylan explained, following Matthew's gaze.

"You should go help-" Rip was interrupted by a throaty cough, almost doubling over where he stood. Matt suddenly understood why he was gripping the counter so strongly.

"You look like you should be in bed," the red wolf commented. He wasn't if there were rules in the wolf ettitqute about how he should talk with the pup, so he talked like anyone else. At least after the one month sea stay, Rip's shadow didn't react to nobody in the group as long as there were no shadows involved.

Rip rubbed at his throat like it hurt, before lifting his head again, tensing as if he forgot Matt was there. "I'm okay. This is nothing."

"He caught a nasty cold right after we got back. It's been transforming into a cough lately," Dylan reported. "Honestly. Instead of enjoying being sick he insists on helping Sel with cleaning. They are both hellbent on making me feel bad so I have to help too, although it's totally unnecessary."

Rip rolled his eyes. "It's our place. Your sister shouldn't be clea-" he broke into another coughing fit, making worrisome choking noises.

Matt was tempted to put his hand on his shoulder with how much Rip was swaying.

"It's her coping mechanism or whatever. She feels better when cleaning so let her clean. Win win situation. We are doing her a favour, really," Dylan protested smugly, throwing his hands out.

"I'm not even sure we are keeping the place now that her and Isaiah aren't..." Rip's voice trailed off, not because of the cough this time.

Matt sighed. Rip must have been worried about whether Isaiah would still want to pay for his ex-girlfriend's brother's place.

Dylan shook his head in disbelief as if the idea was entirely unfathomable. "He won't kick us out. Please. He is too noble and all that. And if he does, then Sel or my parents will pitch in."

Matthew grimaced. "Shouldn't you pitch in somehow?"

Dylan shivered dramatically. "Ehh, then I would have to find work. Brrr."

"When I want to get impressed it comes into question for him to work with humans he ruins it by being lazy," Rip complained. He swayed once again, blinking his eyes open with effort.

Matthew made the executive decision to get closer and experimentally push the kid towards the living room. "You sit down. Come on, buddy, this ain't helping."

Rip made an meager attempt to protest, but he was so ridiculously weak it was easy to manhandle him towards the couch. The training must have been a load for him to get this sick right after it ended.

Matthew untangled a blanket from the end of the couch and three it over Rip's shivering form, pointing at him. "You are getting soup." He pointed at Dylan. "And you are helping."

Rip's eyes were so wide the dark melted in the blue in his flushed face. Matt patted his leg for good measure and went back into the kitchen to inspect the fridge. "Yeah, we can throw together a broth from this."

Dylan stuck out his tongue at him. "Ahhh, fine. Whatever. What do I do?"

"I'll get the water to boil, you clean the vegetables."

Dylan grumbled something, but it wasn't loud enough to be heard, so Matt took it as ascent. He wanted a minute with the kid anyway.

Matt looked back towards the bathroom. "So...do you know anything? Did she talk to you?"

Dylan made a sour face. "Of course she did. I know more than I ever bargained for." The carrots were the first to go, despite how clumsy Dylan was with the peeling knife. "Isaiah this, Isaiah that- I swear I never heard his name more times than today."

"And? What did you find out?"

Dylan made a dramatic pause. "Honestly, it's way too convulsed and complicated. I couldn't understand half of it and the other half bored me to tears."

"You are not very informative." His eyes kept fleeing towards the bathroom door and Seline's voice. "Who is she even talking to for so long?"

Dylan shrugged. "Gramps. She had a two hour phone call with mom and now it's his turn." He connected his fingers over the peeled carrot. "The three of them are the same. You give them a topic and they will talk about it for four hours only to decide it's impossible to decide."

Matthew's eyebrows were so high up they must have been hidden by his bangs. "What?"

"Yep. Thank god my dad is the same as me, or normalcy would have been a minority in our family." He put the last of the carrots and celery into the boiling water.

"I have never heard her...talking so fast." Or in Slovak for that matter. It now striked him as strange that Seline had a lanaguge like this—her mother language—and they weren't part of it at all. Even her voice sounded different. There was something carefree and confident about it never had before.

"Lucky man," Dylan said, glaring at the soup. "I don't know if this will be worth eating without meat. When is Isaiah coming home?"

Matthew frowned. "You can't just keeping eating rests from what he cooks, you know."

"Bet Sel won't be eating much of his cooking either now. Or maybe he won't cook for her anymore. Ah man, I don't envy your situation."

"Very funny." Though Matt looked a bit sceptically at the soup too. There wasn't much swimming inside, it would be all watery. "Why isn't she talking to me?"

Dylan started to make himself a protein shake, obviously giving up on the soup. "Hmmm. I wouldn't read too much into it. When she is in this overthinking stage, the simplest things get difficult. I have seen her paralysed at the door, because she couldn't decide if she should or shouldn't greet a neighbour."

Matthew scrunched his nose, not sure what to make of it.

"You want a tip?" Dyland asked. "Don't reproach her right now. Act like it's fine and you'll take the pressure off of her about how and what she is supposed to talk to you about." He shook the shake bottle with practiced vehemence. "I can't believe you guys have never seen her like this after a year of living together. She must have been holding back a lot."

Oh he didn't like the sound of that at all, turning abruptly towards Dylan. "You don't mean-"

Dylan waved him off. "Hey, it's impressive. My sister is super selfish. She only does things that bring her joy, going against the flow with everything. For her to be this put together for you guys...for a year, she must have cared a lot." He took a sip of the shake, nonchalantly turning Matthew's world upside down.

"I-I-...can you watch the soup until it boils and put the timer on? I'll...check on Rip."

Dylan nodded, taking other greedy gulp of his drink. Matthew couldn't tell if the guy was that unobservant or just so good at not caring about what he saw. Whatever he saw in Matthew's expression didn't disturb him at all.

At least Rip seemed to have completely different problems, trying to cough out a lung over the couch. That got Matt's attention right away.

"Alright, buddy, that's enough. Stop choking." Matt sat down beside him, hands on Rip's shoulders to prop him back up against the couch.

The air wheezed in and out of Rip's mouth with a very disturbing sound. "I'm fine."

Matt put the back of his hand against his temple, retracting it just as quickly. "Definitely running a fever there."

Something nervous crossed Rip's features. "I can still-"

"Why? Why would you need to do anything? Just take a break and relax. You are too tense. It's just a cold man, you don't have to try so hard to push through it."

Rip wrapped his hands inside the blanket on his lap, sullenly staring at the floor for good give minutes. "...I always push through it. I'm not weak that I-"

Matthew sighed. "Nobody is saying you are weak. But you don't have to push yourself here so why not make the best of the place?"

Rip swallowed dryly. He couldn't meet Matthew's eyes again, looking torn.

Matthew purposefully made his body relax, stretching out his legs and bracing an arm around the back of the couch. "Sickness is something to be enjoyed, eh?" Dylan's statement from earlier struck him hard, and he had been with a nice pack and a real friend for some time now.

Rip cleared his throat. It didn't work, so he had to cough again, holding up his fist to his mouth. "...such bullshit. Best time of the year? Jesus Christ."

Matthew chuckled. "In his world, it means being pampered and taken care of, when you don't have to do anything."

"That experience is outside of my world."

Matthew thought of Seline's different voice when she talked in Slovak and wondered what other worlds he had been missing.

#hurt/comfort #bromance #sickfic #cold #my writing #werewolf wip #Rip

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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WIBTA if I told my sister she wasn't entitled to everything just because she's pregnant?

I (19F) have a younger sister, E, who just turned 18. She got emancipated when she was 16, and moved out to go and live with her boyfriend (my age). E is currently 8 months pregnant. She shared with me, the day she found out, that her baby 100% does NOT belong to her boyfriend of 3 years. This is important because he continues to stay with her, much to his parents' discontent. She lived with him for about 6 months of her pregnancy, but absolutely trashed their house every day, refused to work, and refused to do anything around the house other than smoke weed in their bedroom, so they called our mom, and forced her to come and pick E up.

We let E stay at our house after that. It's important to note that we live in a 4 bedroom, where our youngest sibling still lives in our parents bedroom, and one of our other younger siblings had to give up their room for her to stay in. She got a job in our small town (~3000 people), and started to spread rumors at work about how terrible we were, how we were forcing her to work while pregnant, and taking all of her paycheck. None of which was happening. Our parents told E that she could either get a job and pay for some of the groceries, or she could give us her food stamps payments, which she usually sells for weed, as there are 4 other kids under the age of 18 in the house that they have to provide for. E later got fired for smoking weed in the bathroom of the restaurant where she worked. When we brought up how she'd need to give us that months food stamps for us to let her stay, because she got fired, she brought me into the argument. She said that since I was over 18, I should have to work as well to earn my spot in the house, when in reality, most of what I do all day is clean up after and take care of our younger siblings. My mom argued back on my behalf, saying that since I'm disabled, and my disability checks, as well as child support payments from my biological father, go to living expenses, I shouldn't be suddenly forced to move out when I do my share of work around the house. E blew up on our mom for defending me, citing her own history of mental health issues and her pregnancy, and left.

A few weeks ago, she came back, asking for a room while she waited for her new apartment to clear, as her boyfriend's parents had once again kicked her out. Our parents agreed, on the grounds that she stay in the trailer we have on the property, as opposed to taking over our younger sibling's room again, because she completely trashed it last time and refused to clean or fix anything she broke. She agreed.

Here's where I may be the asshole. Every time she's in the house proper, she badgers me to make her food, when I am clearly busy cleaning or taking care of one of our younger siblings. She takes over the chair that our mom has to sit in for her back issues, citing her pregnancy as to why she needs the extra back support. She uses our younger sister's expensive bath products, which she had to get a babysitting job to pay for herself, without asking, and didn't stop when asked, despite having her own bath products. She constantly complains about how I never do anything, despite the fact that while she says that, I'm actively cleaning up after her the same amount I am a literal four year old, while she never even lifts a finger to help out, or even make her own food. She does not pay for food, or pay any sort of rent at all, as she's only supposed to be here for a few more weeks. The absolute last straw for me was when I, a chronically ill person who has to have a very specific diet and meal replacement shakes, came out of my room to see her eating from a tupperware container literally labeled with my name, and drinking one of my meal replacement shakes.

Would I be the asshole if I told her that just because she's pregnant, that doesn't mean she's entitled to all of our things? I want to tell her that she needs to start making her own food, and cleaning up after herself, instead of forcing me to do it. I want to tell her that, just because I'm her older sister, that doesn't mean that I still have to take care of her like our 4 and 7 year old ones. That she doesn't need to keep taking from things specifically bought by/for another person in the house, without offering to pay for it or compensate?

WIBTA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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ldsmm13 · 5 months ago

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I've been debating on whether to post my story or not. While this happened years ago and none of the parties involved are together anymore. It polarized the community and was scandalous.

It was 2002. Me and my family relocated to Arizona from Minnesota. My wife was a homemaker who took care of everything that had to do with our house while I made a living. The new position included movers, so we didn't have to utilize the elders' quorum, but we did get lots of food and welcome from the ward. The bishop and his wife came by. The EQ president came by with his wife. The RS president came by with her husband. So on and so forth. There was one thing that stuck out more than anything, meeting all of the leadership of our new ward in Arizona. They were super attractive people. I'm not sure if it was that we had just moved from a ward in rural MN, but they were all an 8 or better. We were not ugly, but it was a considerably different demographic than where we moved from.

So, we had been in the ward for a few months. We were meeting people growing our friendship tree, etc.. Well, one sunday morning during the sacrament meeting, one of our little rascals was acting out during a talk, so I took them to the foyer. While sitting there, the primary president (sister williams) and Bishops wife (sister jones) come down the hallway from the bathroom. They both come up to me, exchange pleasantries, talk about the world's gossip, and walk off. While they were walking away from me, I couldn't help but notice how short and sexy their skirts were. Sister Jones opens the door to the chapel and looks back to catch me staring at her ass. She grins and walks into the Chapel.

After sacrament, I assisted in getting the kids to their respective primary classes, etc. I get a work call that takes me out of the building. I come back inside. I'm sweating and not interested in sunday school, so I sit on the couch in the lobby. While I'm sitting there, Sister Jones comes out and sits down across from me. Her short pencil skirt was not able to cover her Gs peeking out. I couldn't help but lust over her gorgeous legs and wanted to imagine what was underneath that skirt and blouse. Sister Jones has 5 kids, with the youngest about to leave on a mission. If you just looked at her, you would never know she birthed 5 kids. You could tell she took really good care of herself for a 50 plus yr old lady.. Sister Jones makes small talk and invites my family over for dinner that week. Providing her cell number to me, which at the time was extremely taboo since not everyone had cut their home phones out of their lives yet. I let her know I would discuss with my wife and reach out.

I provide the information to my wife, she makes plans, and we go have dinner with the Jones family. We get there and you can tell right away that Sister Jones has got that household by the balls. She runs a tight ship, cooks, cleans, etc. If there's a prototype of a type A mormon wife, she was it. She ran that house.

We sit down and are eating our dinner. I feel something going up and down my leg. Trying not to be obvious, I reach down to investigate the situation. I feel a foot... Now I know it's not my wife's foot. She was to my right and not in a good position rub my leg, let alone my left leg. I look to my left and make eye contact with sister Jones. I ease my way back up to a normal seated position, making a joke about being bit by a scorpion. Everyone laughs and we continue to eat dinner. Her consistently rubbing my leg letting me know she is interested. I ignore the touching and her flirtatious remarks throughout the evening. As we are driving home my wife says I like them and sister jones is hot. Trying to ignore the comment and change the subject, my wife presses. Isn't she just beautiful? I passively agree and try to get home as soon as possible to release the boner I had in my pants.

A couple of days go by, and we get a call at the house from Sister jones asking us over for dinner again. In my mind, I'm saying no, but my mouth said yes without even confirming with my wife, which is a big no-no. Sister Jones laughed and said, "Talk to your wife and have her call me." I mentioned the call to my wife and she made the arrangements.

Dinner 2 It was arranged by my wife and sister Jones that we leave the kids home. Since Bishop and Sister jones were almost empty- nesters, and their child was not going to join. I understood the idea for a more quiet atmosphere. So, we arrive at their house. Enjoyed some appetizers, then made our way to the dinner table. Since it was just the four of us, I sat across from my wife. This time, Sister Jones had me dead to rights on the right side of the table, and she knew it. She wasted no time playing footsie, rubbing my leg and my inner left thigh, causing me to get a throbbin erection. All throughout dinner, she would make sure my erection hadn't left yet. I'm hoping neither my wife or the bishop are noticing what is going on. I get up abruptly, trying to disguise my erection as I headed to the bathroom. I hurry, rub one out, and get back to dinner. Sister Jones grinning as I'm sitting down. We finish dinner, and as I'm helping clean up from dinner, I cross paths with sister Jones with a second of privacy she says, "I know what you did in the bathroom, naughty boy," winks and walks off.

A month goes by... We see each other in the halls at church. I try to keep my distance since all I can think about is undressing her and fucking her over the sacrament table. I'm working late one night in my home office. I go to the fridge for a late night snack. I see a piece of paper with Sister Jones cell number on it. Suddenly I forgot I was hungry and I get horny. I look at it again, trying to deny the fact I want to put it in my cell phone and text her. I'm so horny the next thing you know her number is in the phone, and I'm constructing a message that, in the end says, Hi! Expecting an immediate response, I get nothing. Understanding this is early cell phone txt so it took longer. 40min go by and nothing. Just when I was about to shut it down for the night. I get a message. What took you so long, lover? We message for about an hour and agree to meet at a Starbucks in a neighboring town the next day.

The excitement, suspense, and anxiety of knowing I was meeting with Bishop Jones wife was almost to much to handle. I show up a little late to not come across as thirsty. We get our drinks and sit down. I asked her wtf is going on? Why are enticing me like this? She said simply that she needed and wanted more dick than her husband was willing to give. She said that she didn't want to change her situation but did want more dick. I asked if he knew and she said no. I asked why me. She said I told inappropriate jokes, which keyed her that I was probably worth the risk. After getting all the logistics figured out and agreed upon. We made our way to my car. We talked some more when out of the blue, she lunged towards me pulling me in for a kiss. We start making out, I start rubbing her pussy while we are passionately kissing. I push her away and say no we can't do this. Then I lunged back towards her pulling her into me kissing her passionately, while my hand makes it into her pants and I finally get to feel her dripping wet pussy. She whispers do you feel that wetness? I say yes.. She says every Sunday I see you my pussy is wet just like this. I finger fuck her in my car making her cum twice. Then send her home.

To be continued......

#tumblrfirstward #naughty mormon #mormon

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changingplumbob · 4 months ago

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Foster Household: Chapter 9, Part 8

CW: Mental Health Struggles - Guide to content warnings

Chad: How are you today Carson

Carson: Not good. I mucked up at school

Chad: Oh? It’s not exam season is it

Carson: No. I just... I was painting and Ariadne came to talk to me and then the bell rang and all my intrusive thoughts started up and she didn’t finish what she was saying. She probably thinks I’m a rude idiot

Chad: Carson, remember how we talked about mind reading?

Carson: Sort of. It’s like imagining what another person is thinking

Chad: Yep. It’s also a notoriously unreliable train of thought. There’s no way for us to know what someone else is thinking

Carson: Unless we ask?

Chad: Exactly. So while it might be easy to imagine that everyone is thinking the worst of us, it doesn’t make it true. How have you found talking to her when the intrusive thoughts are more quiet?

Carson: Good. Really good. I held her hands and it felt great

Chad: Have you read up on asexuality at all?

Carson: Oh I have and it was good! Like just... exactly what I feel and think has a name. It was... validating. Yeah, validating. I don’t know how touch averse I am, I guess I’ll find out with time

Chad: I’m glad to hear that. Is there anything else you want to discuss before we get to today’s workshop?

Carson: No I’m good

Chad: Great. So last time was all about identifying your symptoms and thoughts. Today we’re going to revise that and discuss some ways to apply reasoned arguments to those thoughts

After he had finished with Chad, Carson hoped on the ferry home and gave his mum a call.

Carson: Hey Mum, my session is all finished. Do you need me to grab anything on the way home

Kayleigh: Oh sweetie I’m sending the new address to your phone

Carson: New address?

Kayleigh: YES! The movers came while you were at school and we’re all set up

Carson: So strangers were touching my stuff? Mum do you know how many germs they could have left?

Kayleigh: We got you some brand new stuff to, don’t worry. You’re going to love it. If you want to clean anything I can help, okay?

Carson worried all the way to the new house. People touching his stuff? When he got there he was pleased to see there were no internal stairs though, much safer. Kayleigh showed him his room and while he was apprehensive he couldn’t deny that his mum had done a good job of preserving his things. Once he was settled Kayleigh left him to do his homework. The light here was much nicer to, but he’d probably have to be careful for mold with his room sitting above the water. Could sharks break through floors like Lachrymose Leeches if they smelled food on him?

Harvey: How’d your appointment go? Are you liking Chad

Carson: Yeah he’s really chill. Helps me not feel so stressed

Kayleigh: I’m sorry we didn’t give you a heads up about the move but we didn’t want you to make yourself sick with worry before we were here

Carson: *sighs* It’s not cool mum

Harvey: It wasn’t just her, we decided together. Be mad at both of us if you are

Carson: Do sharks break through floors?

Kayleigh: I don’t think so but if you want to know I’m sure your sister knows

Harvey: She is a marine biologist

Carson: Yeah I might do that

Kayleigh: And we’re hiring a maid. They’ll come every weekday and clean however much of your room and bathroom you want

Harvey: You’re so smart sugar

Carson: Oh watcher, could you wait until I’m out of the room before kissing? Yeesh

Our first visitor was eldest child Charlie!

Harvey: You found us!

Charlie: Too easily. The paparazzi are going to find you here you know

Harvey: As if, I don’t think they know where Sulani even is. Come play chess?

Charlie follows her dad to the back porch, gives her mum a kiss on the cheek hello, and sets down to play. Harvey however is not a great player and the game is soon over with Charlie the victor.

Kayleigh: Alright my turn

Charlie: You think you can win

Kayleigh: I taught you how to play remember

Charlie: Yeah with a long gap and more kids in the middle

Kayleigh: I’ve been tuning my skills for promotion, you’ll see

Indeed Charlie does. Although she does her best to distract her mum during the game with claims of spotting sea monsters in the distance, Kayleigh is the final victor of the night.

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#sims 4 #the sims #simblr #my sims #ts4 #active simblr #R0910 #CarsonFoster #KayleighFoster #HarveyFoster #CharlieNishidake

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snowball-doie · 8 days ago

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why does daehyun dislike/hate renjun sm tho? like was it a preinstalled feature? he came out the womb, took one look at renjun and was like ion fw this guy or did something happen?

Soooo we know Dae was fussy with Renjun as a baby. Didn’t like it when Renjun held him and all that. But at the time, the rest of the parents laughed it off cuz they thought that Daehyun would grow out of it— You know, some babies just don’t fw certain ppl, what are you gonna do about it? 🤷‍♀️ But Dae never grew out of it. As a toddler, he’d still be fussy and throw big tantrums around Renjun who was just trying his best to get Dae into his chair to eat dinner……… But the reason it stuck for real- The reason Daehyun stillll doesn’t fw Renjun,… two things 1) stubborness- Daehyun THINKS he’s gotta stick to the bit because it’s been going on for so damn long now that he’ll look weak if he gives it up now and decides to be besties with Renjun. 🧍‍♀️BRO WHO RAISED THIS KID? Anyhow. 2) immaturity- it doesn’t take a genius for the other parents to immediately click that daehyun’s school friends are all a bunch of little shits who are incredibly spoiled rich kids with incredibly inappropriate and immature humor. Once the rumors start in elementary school that Daehyun’s “uncle” is gay, Daehyun tries to “disown” his own dad by being like “ugh ya, I can’t believe my mom and dad would want to live with him. Gay ppl are so gross.” EXCUSEEEEE YOUUUUUU. But he knows he can’t say shit like that around his parents. Getting caught talking smack about Renjun for the sake of fitting in is a big no no. Also, he knowsssssss all of his dad’s are fucking so like come on mannnn why do we have to target Renjun? But it’s because Daehyun wants to fit in so badly that he’s willing to go along with everyone else being mean about his dad and the fact that one kid MIGHT have seen Renjun kissing Chenle’s cheek one morning during drop off at the school….. “he’s always up in my business,” Daehyun complains to his friends at lunch one day in 5th grade. “Like, he’s always yelling at me to clean my room, clean the bathroom, help with cooking dinner, doing my homework on time. He’s not my dad. What’s his problem?” “Maybe he likes you,” one of his friends jokes. They all groan with disgust. “Ew!!!” “Renjun and Daehyun sitting in a tree-“ You get it. But that’s why the whole thing stuck for so long. Daehyun’s environment growing up encouraged him to be a little shit towards Renjun, and none of it even mattered by the time he got to college.

Shame settled in once he moved into his dorm and met new people who were actually intelligent and mature. He realized quickly how he had wasted the first 18 years of his life being cruel to his dad who really didn’t do anything to him except try to be his dad. Sure, there was nothing for them to connect over. But Daehyun could’ve still tried to be NICE. Because of his shame, though, he decided to not text Renjun while away at college for the first semester. He feared that Renjun wouldn’t want anything to do with him and was in fact glad to be rid of his rude son who had been miserable to raise…. little did Daehyun know, despite their differences, Renjun cried for four days straight after sending Dae to college, and he had a countdown on his phone leading to when Daehyun would come back to visit for winter break. “I think he hates me,” Daehyun admits woefully, playing with the straw in his milkshake so he didn’t have to look up at his sisters while he cried. “I don’t blame him… I’ve never been nice to him a day in my life. I hate me too.” “Gosh, you’re so stupid, Dae,” Jieun scoffs. He looks up, his eyes watery and red. “When you were born, Baba was over the moon with excitement. Not being able to hold you didn’t stand in his way, he slept in a chair next to your crib almost every night just to make sure you were okay, and if something happened then he grabbed Eomma to hold you since he couldn’t. And you’re even stupider than we thought if you think our dads didn’t know about the rumors at your school and the way you participated in all of that. Samoyed had half a mind of kicking you out in 6th grade when they heard you were instigating more rumors, but Baba was the one who told everyone to leave you alone. He always stuck up for you. I’ll never understand it- Me personally, I would’ve hit you, but….. Baba’s spent more time crying over missing you since you moved to China than anything else. Eomma can’t even convince him to try to go to the grocery store with her every week ‘cause he’s so distraught that they can’t even pull him out of bed.” “I didn’t know…..” “Yeah, well, you were a little preoccupied being an unsavory asshat your entire life.” “I’m sorry…” “Don’t tell us that,” Yuna says, “tell Baba.”

#op #ask #Sooah thoughts #Renjun #Jeno #Chenle

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 9 months ago

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Hurt/comfort w Maggie (twd) where she forgets our anniversary but she makes it up?? Maybe during Alexandria era! (Alsooo wlw would be super cool)

“𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖”

A/N~Yessss ugh that’s so cute!! I love this idea sm.

Warnings~ angst, hurt to comfort, reader is sensitive, Maggie is mean but makes up for it, slight suggestive themes, mentions of death (beth and Hershel), mentions of grieving over a loved one, POSSIBLE SPOILERS, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, and enjoy<3

You and Maggie have been together ever since it started. She was your rock, your heart and soul and you were hers. There’s been a weird tension and heaviness ever since her father and sister died, though.

Both of you were distraught when guys seen it happen- you, barley being coherent after seeing beth get shot right infront of you and Hershel being executed miles infront of you, and Maggie- utterly crushed by seeing her sisters dead body in Daryl’s arms while she was still mourning the loss of her father.

You felt horrible, to say the least. But day by day, you help each other’s pain and also helped your own on the way. And today, you could thank her for everything.

You cleaned the house all nice and pretty, put on one of her favorite dresses of yours (and favorite matching set underneath that you managed to find untouched and somehow still clean) , and did your hair in a loose, messy bun. Letting little strands fall infront of your face freely.

You loved getting all dolled up for her, always adoring the reactions you get from her. But when she got home, you could see the fatigue obvious in her features. Instinctively making you reach up to play the shiny metal that rested on your collarbones anxiously, concerned eyes scanning over her tense form.

“What is it, my love?” You ask gently, placing a hand on the small of her back as she leans over the kitchen table with both hands holding onto the edge of the smooth marble surface.

“Rough day, to say the least, darlin’..” she starts, almost like she wants to sit and tell you more, but she holds herself back. Your eyebrows furrow at her hesitant demeanor, chest tightening the more the silence hangs heavy in the air. “Is there anything you want me to do? I already cooked, so do you want me to make you a plate?” You offer, trailing your hand up her back and down her arm to rub her tricep in a soothing motion. “That sounds great, sweetheart..but I just need to shower and go to sleep. I’m exhausted.” She says

“Oh..ok, well I could start the shower for yo-“

“It’s fine, y/n. I’ll do it.” She says monotonously as she turns around and walks past you, walking into the bathroom and closing the door with a light thud.

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your face, the tightness in your chest and the shallowness in your stomach making it difficult to silence the hiccups and sobs that came from you, but you tried regardless.

With tears blurring your vision, you sulk over to your room to get ready for bed reluctantly. Ignoring the way your heart throbs with hurt as you play the interaction between you two out over and over again.

Once you (not so successfully) take off your makeup without crying, you throw on a baggy T-shirt and slip into bed with a sigh as you hear the water from the shower turn off; indicating that Maggie was done with her shower.

You roll over almost immediately at the realization, not wanting to see, hear, or talk to her after how she hurt you:(

You wake up to an empty bed in the morning, making you even more agitated than you were when you went to sleep. You felt even more exhausted- despite the fact that you just woke up. Ensuring that today was 100% gonna be a shitty day.

You went through your usual morning routine before walking down the stairs, immediately being hit with the smell of a delicious breakfast being made by yours truly.

“Hey, baby,” she purrs, voice smooth as honey as she watches you take a seat at the table that was infront of the stove. You mumble a quiet “hey,” in response, still angry at her from last night.

Of course she notices this, and even more so as she turns around to give you your food, eyes scanning over your red, puffy eyes and blotchy face, memories of last night flooding back to her. Her heart aches from knowing that she was the cause of your hurt expression, mentally kicking herself the more she stares at you.

“I’m fine.” You replied to her silent question, making her laugh dryly before she places her palms flat on the counter, forearms facing you as she watches you take a small bite of the food she made, and an even bigger one once you realize how good it was. “No, you’re not. You’ve been crying, and I’m sorry that I’m the reason you were. I didn’t mean to hurt you, darlin’, and I hope you know I feel like shit for knowing that I did. No matter how I act towards you, just know that I treasure you so much. You’re the best thing that’s ever happen to me and I intend to treat you like it, no matter how much of a mood I’m in.” She tells you genuinely, tone meaningful and apologetic the longer she went on.

You didn’t realize it, but there were tears pouring down your face, heart warming at her sincerity. “It’s..ok. I just expected you to be more happy to see me since yesterday was our anniversary..” you explained, eyes watching hers widen at the realization. “Oh, shit! Oh my god, I’m so so sorry, darlin’! I forgot all about our anniversary, I’m so sorry!” She rambles as she runs over the table to shower you in hugs and kisses, making you both giggle and cry even more.

“It’s ok, mags! Don’t wo-“ You start, but you’re silenced by the pair of hands squeezing your cheeks together.

“NO! I will worry about it! You got all dolled up for me, cooked AND cleaned, and I was too much of a pain in the ass to even notice. So obviously, the only way to repay you is to do the same for you.” She insisted, ignoring your squeals of disapproval as she picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, forcing you to sit down on the bed before you can protest.

“ ‘don’t care what you say, lovely. You’re going stay here, let me take care of you, and then I’ll make it up to you. So clear your schedule, because you aren’t doing anything else today as long as I’m here. Okay?” She ordered, making you smile cheekily before placing an affectionate kiss on your lips, making her giggle quietly into your mouth.

She pulls away from you before anything else could happen, walking to the doorway before stopping abruptly, “oh! And make sure you’re wearing that set I like when I come back up here.” She instructed, a teasing smirk on her face as she looked over her shoulder at you.

“MAGGIE!-“ is all you say before you’re intruplted by a fit of giggles from the both of you.

A/N~ UGGGGHHH CUTIES!! I love writing wlw stuff sm😭💕 I hope you enjoyed this tho my love<3

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backtotheshitshow · 2 years ago

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Close as strangers prt 3

Summary: Ethan has had enough of his living conditions

Warning: mentions of injury and violence, trauma, angst.

Masterlist

Part 1 part 2

A month, for a whole month Ethan has been sleeping in a bathtub.

For four weeks he’s been constantly banished to the bathroom.

For 28 days he’s only been allowed to eat with a spoon.

The zip ties started to leave cuts in his skin around day nine, but of course she didn’t notice.

She was too worried about him hurting her.

He had tried to find a job, but who was going to hire him.

Y/n was constantly having to keep Chad out of her building, because he’s so concerned about her.

He couldn’t live like this.

Standing up from the floor of the bathroom, Ethan knocked gently on the door and waited for it to open.

“What’s up?” Y/n said, somehow acting like basically keeping him hostage in her bathroom was completely fine.

“I want to call someone.” Ethan said calmly.

“Who do you want to call?” Y/n was confused.

“The Tombs.”

“The prison? Why would you want to call the prison?” Y/n was very concerned about what was going through Ethan’s mind.

“I wanna go back.” Ethan confessed.

Y/n just stared at him for awhile.

“Y/n..”

“Why the fuck would want to go back to prison.”

“BECAUSE ITS NOT ANY DIFFERENT TO WHAT I HAVE HERE, your treating me like a fucking animal!” The boy snapped.

Y/n jumped back out of fright, with water welling up in her eyes.

“Ethan I’m not…”

“Yes you are. You haven’t even notice the zip ties cutting into my wrist, or the fact that I’m always in pain from sleeping in a fucking bathtub.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/n tried to apologise.

“Are you? I came here thinking that you might show even the slightest bit of kindness or compassion towards the person who saved your life, y/n!” Ethan stepped closer.

“How the fuck did you save my life?! You’re sister fucking stabbed me?” Y/n shouted, looking up at him.

“Yeah, and what happened after that? Can you remember? Did anyone tell you?” Ethan pressed.

“No I don’t remember because I black out.” Y/n yelled in frustration.

“I was the one who stopped you from bleeding out. Staying with you to make sure you didn’t die was the reason I got caught.” Ethan said

Y:n stood in shock, a million things racing through her mind.

“I never wanted to be a part of that, After Ritchie died dad was a mess, and I had to be there for him, but he got worse really fast and went crazy. I only agreed to help because I was scared of what would happen if I said no.”

“Why didn’t you tell someone?”y/n asked.

“I was scared of that too.” Ethan confessed.

“An meeting me? Us dating?”

“Complete coincidence. I begged them not to hurt you, I hope you believe that.” Ethan turned around and went to walk back into the bathroom.

“Ethan.”

He stopped to look at the girl.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been scared. The whole time you been locked up I’ve thought that you manipulated me, that you used me as some shitty piece on a chess board and you constantly calling me was some sick game to you..” Y/n began to cry.

“If you thought that, why did you let me in?” Ethan asked.

“Because I loved you, whether the Ethan I knew was real or not, I loved him. and every time I look at you I remember how happy I was, how…how beautiful what we had was, I couldn’t bring myself to just let you go.”

“It was real. Nothing we did together was fake. Every kiss, every laugh, all of it was real.”

Y/n stared at him for a moment, taking in everything about him.

“Do you wanna come help with dinner?”

“What?” Ethan was very confused.

“Yeah, you just watch the pasta and cut the onions while I clean the stuff out of the bathroom.” Y/n explained.

“Um, okay, yeah I guess. I’ll make the call after dinner.” Ethan said.

“No! No, I’m moving your stuff into our room.”

“Our room?”

“Um…..you can sleep on the couch if you’re not comfortable… or.”

“No it’s not that… it’s just a couple hours ago I was zipped tied to a bathtub because you were terrified I might kill you and now it’s ‘our room’.”

Y/n looked to floor, dozens of feelings rushing through her, guilt, shame, anxiety.

“I’ll grab my phone for you.” Y/n walked away towards the kitchen where she had left her phone.

Ethan went after her, grabbing her wrist, meeting her face to face once again.

Y/n had tears streaming down her face.

“Do you want me to stay?” Ethan asked.

“Of course,”

“are you still scared?”

They looked at each other for a moment, lost in each others eyes. Y.n moved forward pressing a soft kiss on Ethan’s lips.

“No”

…….

Im sorry part 3 took so long hope it’s okay.

P.s Im not from America so I just googled prisons in New York and the tombs came up soooo..

Requests are open.

#ethan landry #angst #scream #scream 6 #ethan kirsch #jack champion #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fanfiction

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yeehawbvby · 4 months ago

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 53

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Spirit’s Eve shenanigans part 2 - the event.

Author’s Note: See the comments for a little bonus snippet~

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Naked, we both rush to the bathroom.

I pee and do my best to clean all the Seb Residue™ off and outta me, while Seb wipes off the bits of red lipstick that look out of place off of his mouth and the skin around it; and then while I wipe off all my lipstick and grab his clothes, fangs and cape for him, he applies that black lipstick he was hoping for, puts on some more deodorant, and brushes his hair.

Since the shrine didn’t give my hair any oomph, I tie some of it half-up into a braid while Seb gets dressed. It’s super soft and easy to work with like this.

While I’m braiding, I wonder if our beloved fish son has any opinions on having to watch us bang.

Right in front of his salad!

Can fish food even be considered salad..? I dunno what it’s made of.

I’m sure it can be.

When I’m finished, I top him up with a snack and decide that it’s salad now. Gerard is so health conscious, wow!

Seb and I don’t dare to say a word, not wanting to distract each other while we get ready — we just focus on being as not-fucked out as we possibly can, and looking presentable. By the time we’re both done, we hear another knock.

We jog to the door to meet whoever’s there. It turns out to be Maru.

“Oh!”

I think we startled the poor girl by just flinging the door open in her face like that. She puts a hand over her chest, as if to soothe her heart. Oops.

She looks adorable — her costume is just a simple black cat, but rather than going the sexy route with it, she’s wearing a black onesie with a puffy tail sewn onto it and some mittens. The hood is down, she has cat ear clip-ons in her hair, and she drew a little triangular nose, freckles and whiskers onto her face.

“Cute costume!” I smile, trying not to fawn a little. She may be, what, 19? 20? But I almost feel like I want to protect her right now...

“Thank you! Yours too, wow.” Recouped, she continues to Seb, “Um. Dad is pretty mad… he almost came down here himself but I went ahead of him.”

“Of course,” he rolls his eyes. “When isn’t he pissed at me?”

Maru shrugs awkwardly. It’s probably so weird for her, being Demetrius’ clear favorite and trying to talk to Seb about him... and on the other side of things, I know it’s hard for Seb to constantly be in Maru’s shadow. I don’t blame him for feeling some resentment towards her.

He sighs. “Thanks for taking over. That was cool of you.”

He holds up a fist for her to bump. She smiles shyly, returning it. She shifts on her feet a little, and adds, “I’d just try to avoid him, if you can. He’s a little mad at everyone today, actually.”

“I’m willing to bet you’re safe from him.”

“Seb…” I nudge him with my elbow, furrowing my brows.

I get that it’s hard but god damn, she can’t help it if Demetrius is gonna favor her so much!

His sister peers down at her feet, silent. Probably doesn’t know what to say to that; probably can’t deny it, but doesn’t wanna lie.

Seb shuts his eyes to recoup for a sec. “Shit, I’m… I’m sorry.” Sighs again and adds, “I know it’s not your fault. Didn’t mean to be a dick.”

Atta boy.

She smiles up at him, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“I dunno what happened for him to be mad at mom, but is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine,” Maru replies, her voice quiet. “I couldn’t tell you why she’s so down, but I can tell it’s because of dad because he isn’t talking to her.”

Seb rolls his eyes. “‘Course…”

“Um,” I butt in, feeling timid.

I’ve rarely ever spoken to Maru, and the few times I have, it’s always turned into stuff that’s hard to understand for my dumb idiot baby brain, like her research and inventions. It’s super cool but man if I don’t feel confused every time.

That said, it feels weird to talk about their family squabbles with her, but…

“She told me earlier,” I continue when they’re both looking at me. I keep my eyes low and focused on nothing in particular, avoiding eye contact. “He doesn’t want to go into town, and doesn’t wanna wear the matching stuff she bought him.”

“Ohhh… That’s— damn it. He didn’t wear it.”

My shoulders slump. “Seriously?” I frown.

Maru nods, half-shrugging, “He just has an old hazmat suit on,” adds on for Seb, “The same one he wore in that weird rain we got a few summers ago. It still has some green stains on it…” and tacks on in a mumble, “At least it’s festive, I guess.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes at the man. Poor Robin…

I look at Seb, whose jaw is tight. He’s holding back something. I don’t want him to have to, but at the same time, I don’t want him getting into a whole thing with Demetrius. Based on what he’s told me, their fights don’t sound pretty.

“Let’s just go,” he sighs, nodding at the stairs.

Maru nods and runs up, and we follow closely behind. Her tail nearly tickles my face.

When we get outside, Demetrius is waiting with clear impatience. Robin stands nearby, tupperwares of cookies in hand, still upset as ever.

Luckily, Demetrius doesn’t say anything snarky when he sees Seb. He just makes a show of sighing, turns around, and begins walking down into the town. For a moment, none of us follow. Maru winds up being the first to go.

When she leaves, I meet Robin’s eyes and try to cheer her up, reenacting the punches I did earlier. A silent offer for me to kick his ass (for real this time!). I’m happy to see the corners of her lips upturn and the apples of her cheeks plump up in response.

“The fuck are you doing?” Seb laughs.

“Don’t worry about it, toots.”

“Toots?” Robin chimes in.

“I said what I said.”

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Abby, Sam, and Victor — a knight in bulky armor, with her helmet tucked under her arm; a beautiful princess, I’m assuming to be saved by Abby, from… something; and another vampire, in the same cheesy outfit as Seb but without makeup, respectively — are totally gobsmacked when they see Seb and I.

While Victor is bantering with Seb about their matching look amongst other topics, Abby and Sam gawk at me.

“Can you… like… not?” I shyly ask. I can only look around and pretend to be people watching to avoid their stares for so long.

“The fuck do you mean ‘Can I not?’” Abby argues, “How in the hell did you do that?!”

“Did you, like, dye your skin?” Sam reaches out to touch my forehead with a nosy finger, but I jump away.

“Makeup,” I lie, “Looots of makeup. Can’t touch it much or it’ll just rub right off.”

“What about the hair?”

Abby nudges him with her elbow. “Ever heard of wigs, dumbass?”

“That’s a sick wig, though! Like, holy crap.”

“It is pretty nice,” she agrees, emphasizing the T’s in the word “pretty.” “Must’ve been hella expensive.”

“Hella?” I pry, scrunching my nose. “The 2010s want their slang back, bozo.”

“Oh, bite me.” I bite the air in her direction, and she flinches back, laughing. “Down, girl!”

I cross my arms. “I’m an elf, not a puppy,” I grump.

“Dog ears would be kinda…”

Abby groans. “Saaam, dude, please don’t do this.”

“I mean…” he shrugs, attempting the signature Byrne eyebrow waggle, and failing yet again.

“Down, boy!” I laugh, feebly swatting at him.

He turns it into a pseudo-handshake, swatting back a few times before dapping me up. We finish it with a fist bump.

Abby fake-coughs out the word “Simp.”

The simp in question replies with great speed, “Says you.”

“The fuck you mean ‘says me?’”

I tease, “You’re big on questioning the integrity of your friends’ words tonight.”

“I’m a knight. Isn’t that a cop, in a way?”

“Acab.”

“That’s my girl!” Seb temporarily cuts in. Victor and I bark out a laugh before they continue their conversation.

“Does that make this an interrogation?” I go on through some residual giggles.

“Uh, yup.”

“It’s our right to remain silent then!”

“Yeah!” Sam agrees. “We’re sticking it to the man!”

“Neither of you have a stick,” Abby quips, unsheathing her toy sword and wagging it at us.

“Well, y’know…” I trail off, giving Sam a quick up-and-down. Him and I share a shitty grin with each other before flashing ‘em to Abby.

Sam finishes my sentence, “One of us does.”

She puts the sword away. “Groooss,” she whines, face palming. Sam and I laugh about it, being the mature gentlepeople we are, and exchange yet another a fist bump. “I’m getting punch, you guys want any?”

“Hell yeah,” Sam responds while I nod.

“I’ll help,” I offer, scurrying closer to Abby.

“Sick. What about you two?” she asks a little louder to get Seb and Victor’s attention.

“Huh?” Seb asks.

“Punch?”

They answer in unison, “Yeah, sure.”

“Jinx!”

“You can’t say ‘jinx’ for other people, Sam.”

“Then why was I able to do it just now?”

Abby and I snort, her rolling her eyes too as we walk away from their silly argument…

And right over to Pam, who’s pouring, like, a gallon of vodka into the punch bowl! God damnit, Pam!

We both sigh.

“I mean,” I mutter, shrugging sheepishly, “I’m down for it.”

“You sure, tipsy?”

“Tipsy?” I snort, handing her some orange plastic cups as Pam walks away with her thoroughly boozed bev.

“Yeah, ‘cause you get tipsy so fast.”

I groan. “Please don’t make that a thing.”

“Okay, Tipsy.”

I bump her hip with mine. “Ow,” I wince on contact. “Real metal, or something?”

She simply winks at me.

…Huh?

Is it real or not, Ab?

I’ve gotta know how heavy that shit is if it’s real.

Is Abby, like, jacked or something?

Still ignoring my question, she wiggles a cup expectantly.

I move on. “Sure, why not?”

Abby tastes a sip. “Fuckin’— Yoba, Pam!” she whisper-yells. “This is why not.”

She hands me the drink and I give it a sniff.

Oh my god.

I take a sip.

Oh my—

“God!”

Abby stifles a laugh, continuing to scoop punch into the other cups. “How the fuck did your ears do that?”

I guess they moved. Shit, what did Magnus suggest?

“Uh…” oh god, oh fuck, “trick of the light..?”

“That’s not how ears work, lady.”

“They do now, I dont fuckin’ know.” I take a hefty sip of punch. Sure as hell need it.

Lucky for me, she just laughs it off with a weird look. I give her one back, and she laughs a little harder.

I could swear I see a little bit of a blush on her cheeks as she observes me for a moment longer than necessary, but she puts her helmet on, hiding her complexion and giving herself the hands to carry this stuff. She handles two of the drinks while I maneuver the other three into my grasp.

Handing Seb and Victor their drinks while Abby gives Sam his, I tell them, “Dink up, gamers.”

Now that I’m passing off a drink to Vic, it’s like he’s seeing my costume for the first time. His eyes bug for a sec, “How the hell—“

“Don’t worry about it.” I shoot him a finger gun with my free hand and wink before downing another sip of punch.

He doesn’t question it. Just nods and shrugs.

It’s honestly nice that he pays less attention to me and my looks than the others. There’s a lot less pressure to exist, in a way, around him. Not that the usual attention isn’t flattering, but like, never in a gazillion years did I think I’d move to a small town like this and have a bunch of pretty people totally smitten by me, y’know?

I wonder if, being in the city for so long now, Victor is just used to seeing people way cuter than me. Maybe I’m a 10 here but a 3 or 4 there. Or maybe I’m just not his type…

For fuck’s sake — listen to me, wondering how it’s possible that he’s the only person in this group who isn’t attracted to me. Has my ego really been inflated that much?

Whatever. Either way, I'm glad at least one of my friends isn’t romantically or sexually interested in me, at least that I know of.

Seb wraps an arm around my back and pulls me in front of him. Nearly coughs the damn drink onto my head a few seconds later.

“Pam?” he asks.

“Pam.”

“Paaam,” Victor lilts approvingly, nodding slowly and with a shit-eating grin before downing his whole cup.

“Fucking hell, dude!”

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Abby begins chanting.

“I mean, I already did,” Victor points out, rubbing his neck.

Fuck. He remembered to put faux bite marks on it.

I shoulda given Seb some of my own, heheh—

No. Down, girl.

Abby challenges him, “Chug more.”

Victor puts his hands up in mock defense. “Fine, I guess I’ll do it. Only ‘cause you’re forcing me to.” Then he walks away, empty cup in hand ready to be refilled.

“Hey,” Seb murmurs near my ear while Abby and Sam goad Victor on. His breath and low voice send a chill down my spine.

“W-what’s up?”

“Maze?”

“Oh fuck yeah, let’s go.”

The emo man takes me by the hand and we make our escape, disappearing into the hedges. While we navigate our way through, he explains the concept: get through before anyone else, and you win a huge, golden pumpkin. Nobody knows why it’s so special, but most people seem eager to get it.

If you were to give it to anyone, it’s a sure-fire way to get in their good graces. The whole thing sounds like a silly town tradition, like bouquets, but I love the whimsy of it.

Only a few turns later, we pass Harvey, who’s all but cowering a few paces away from some hay bales.

Doctor Haywood, more like Doctor Scared-Of-Hayw— I’m sorry, that one barely even makes sense…

Seb encourages him, raising his glass (well, plastic), “Hang in there, doc.”

He replies with a shaky thumbs-up.

We continue on, weaving our way through a mixture of fake and real spiders, some subdued (but still intimidating) monsters, and a fake-out pumpkin patch, before arriving at a dead end occupied by a Baba Yaga-lookin’ hut with feet.

“Coulda sworn this was the right way,” Seb mutters.

I look around, trying to spot any paths we could take. I’ve got nothing.

“Need help?”

“Oh god!“ I jump, startled.

“You got that too, right?”

“Ye— Wait, he can talk to more than one person at a time telepathically?”

“I can with some effort.”

“Where the fuck are you?!” Seb laughs.

“Look to the cliffs.”

Seb and I both turn, scanning for him. With nothing but the darkness and our stupidity to blame, it takes a few seconds to notice him – he’s practically right above us, sitting back on his hands with Linus cross-legged at his side. He waves while Magnus offers a warm smile, and I smile at them both, nudging Seb.

I think out loud, “Guess it makes sense why you could hear us.”

He winks. Cute… “Unless I was simply reading your mind again.”

I fake astonishment with a fist on my chest clutching at imaginary pearls. “You wouldn’t dare!” I proclaim, trying to sound like a generic damsel in distress from an old film.

“He would,” Seb points out.

“I would,” Magnus agrees, nodding.

“Whatever, man.” I take a long sip of my punch, definitely beginning to feel the effects. I wince a little at the sting it leaves behind.

“Are you alright?” Linus asks, having noticed.

After shaking off the feeling a bit with Seb patting at my back and quietly chuckling to himself, I nod.

A one-word explanation should do. “Pam.”

“Pam…” Linus nods sagely.

Magnus looks a little confused. “Pam?”

“She spikes the punch at, like, every town gathering,” Seb explains.

“Ohhh.”

“Surprised you haven’t noticed it more,” I poke, “with all your creeping around at these things.”

“Hush, you.”

After a little snicker, I ask, “You want some?” I dunno how to get it to them, but I’m sure we could figure it out.

In lieu of an answer, Magnus holds up a fancy bottle of wine, a lazy, mischievous grin on his face. Linus yoinks it right from his hands and steals a sip. I guess that explains the darkness to both of their cheeks.

“Oh hell yeah.”

“You earned it,” Seb proclaims, vaguely motioning around us. “This is sick.” I enthusiastically nod at the sentiment.

“Indeed we did!” Linus agrees.

“So uh,” Seb moves on, “about that golden pumpkin…”

I look over to see him squiggling his eyebrows around, as he often does. He’s got a slight lil shimmy to his shoulders too this time. Dork.

Magnus smiles knowingly. “What about it?”

“Got any hints?” I interject.

Seb tacks on, “Or answers?”

“Or answers?” I repeat enthusiastically. I mimic the emo’s earlier wiggles, earning a smile from the older men and Seb alike.

“That would be telling.”

“Th—“ I have to stop for a giggle. Pam… “That’s the point!”

“I get it,” Seb laments dramatically, “you hate us.”

I place the back of my hand on my forehead and lean against Sebastian. “M’so hurt I might faint.”

“Spirits save me,” I hear him mutter. His smile betrays the annoyance in his voice.

Linus comes to our rescue! “Try looking more closely at those hedges behind you.” Magnus nods along.

“Not all heroes wear capes.” Seb salutes the white-haired man.

“Thank you, Linus!” I beam, tugging Seb a few paces towards our destination. He goes along with me, laughing at my enthusiasm. “Love you, Maggg,” I add in a sing-songy tone.

“Since when do you call him Mag?” Seb questions, his nose scrunched.

I shrug. “How d’ya feel about Maggy then?”

Magnus answers, “Please, no,” while Seb and Linus both shake their heads, Linus laughing as he does so.

I lazily swing a defeated snap in front of me. “Damn.”

“And I love you too, little elf,” Oh?! Magnus adds on, waving. “Good luck, you two.”

That nickname was so cute! It feels different hearing it from him, versus all the shadow people who called me the same.

God I wish I was always an elf.

Too giddy to respond, I beam back at him before scurrying away.

“Little elf does it for ya, huh?” Seb asks once we’re alone again. His voice is smooth and he takes his hand from mine to place it atop my head and frick it all makes me fucking melt.

Sometimes I forget he can just, like, sense my heart rate and shit. Wizards, man…

“Shuddup.” Comes out as a squeak.

“Is that who I think it is?” I hear Sam yell from somewhere nearby.

“No,” Seb lies.

“First they abandon us,” Abby goes on, “and then they lie. Bastards.”

Victor cries, “For shame!”

“Gonna have to catch up if you want an apology,” Seb calls out.

“You won’t just apologize because I’m an innocent little guy?” Abby pouts. I can’t see it but I’ll be damned if I can’t hear the frown in her voice. “You wouldn’t upset a little guy, would you?”

“I would.”

“Yeah I would too.”

Seb scoffs, “(Y/n) you are a little guy.”

“My point stands.”

“Betrayed by my own kin!” Abby laments.

“For shame!” Vic repeats with more force.

“You sound more knightly than vampirey when you say that, y’know,” I respond.

“And y’sound more like a squeaky toy than elfily..? Elfly..?” Sound it out buddy! “Elfy,” he decides.

“Yeeowch,” Sam narrates, “a critical hit!”

“Goodbye,” Seb laughs, tugging me along. I stumble a little, but he helps me stay upright.

Pam.

By time we find the pumpkin, let’s fucking go, the others catch up to us, somehow. They must’ve been booking it.

“Dude, dude,” Abby greets us with urgency.

I’m surprised she didn’t immediately mourn the loss of the golden pumpkin.

Behind her, Victor has his eyes locked in on the pumpkin in Seb’s embrace. Sam is next to him, just kinda admiring the scenery.

Abby places a palm on mine and Seb’s shoulders. “You’ll never guess who I just saw.”

“Try me,” Seb retorts while I tilt my head.

“You remember that dude from the tower in the woods?” Oh no. “He’s here.”

How did she not see him at the fair earlier in the season?

Whatever.

I wonder if she noticed he’s a whole different color palette now. Sure, Spirit’s Eve is a good excuse and all, but I almost kinda hope she just couldn’t make out the details of his appearance in the dim lighting of his garden to begin with.

Feeling slightly more than tipsy — living up to the girl’s new name for me, I fucking guess — I trip on my own thoughts, trying to figure out a response.

Luckily, Seb jumps in. “He does live here, you know.”

“Well fuckin’ duh, but why have I never seen him around before? What’s his deal?”

“T’be fair, he helps Linus set this up every year,” I state. “You’ve gotta just look outside more often.”

“Really?” She squints, “Wait— How do you know that?”

“I…” shit, shit, “I went back to his house. To apologize!”

Big mistake.

“Aaand that makes you close enough for him to tell you about stuff like that now?”

“I mean… uh.” I’m flubbing this, and if I had to guess by his silence, Sebastian is pretty stuck too. “I guess we’re friends now, yeah, I’unno. I’ve gone over there a bunch at this point.”

“And you just knew about this?” Abby grills Seb, crossing her arms. It seems like Sam and Victor’s interests have been piqued by now.

“We… are gonna have to explain everything to them if we can’t save ourselves somehow, aren’t we?”

“Yeah,” Seb answers both Abby and myself.

“And you didn’t stop her?!” Sam frowns. Fuck, that’s right — he was there for the conversation about me going on my own in the first place. “What if he’s some kind of psycho?”

“He’s—” Seb sighs, rubbing the corners of his eyes, smudging his makeup a little more than I had earlier. “He’s not.”

“Yeah?” Abby rebukes. “How would you know?”

“I already knew him.”

Oh, okay, we’re doing this I guess.

“So… you lied, then?”

Abby looks genuinely hurt. Fuck.

Sometimes I forget that, even if she isn’t hostile towards me anymore, she still probably has lingering feelings for Seb. He was everything to her until recently, after all. Maybe he still is, but she’s just grown or something.

“Did you know that he knew the guy?” she asks me. Still sounds hurt, but her voice has hardened a considerable amount.

“No!” I frown, worrying the rim of my cup with my thumb nails. “Not until after meeting him.” It’s not completely wrong… I met Magnus before Seb spilled about their past to me. She doesn’t have to know.

Abby seems to not know where to look, and opts to stare at the helmet in her embrace. It’s almost like she’s just as upset about being left out of this new, weird trio of ours as she is about being lied to, which I can empathize with. Shit sucks…

God. We’re a pair of real dickheads, aren’t we? I knew the weird friendship quest I was on would be as sleezy as it felt. It was stupid of me to follow through with it all that time ago.

Selfishly, part of me is still glad I did, because now I’m friends with her. There’s less drama. Less fear that she’s gonna go, like, totally apeshit on me for dating someone she was either in love with or obsessed with — maybe both? — for so long.

She really is friendly and sweet and fun to be around when she doesn’t have it out for you, and I’m happy to know this side of her.

Also, maybe I would’ve never gone to Magnus’ tower if this hadn’t happened. Maybe I wouldn’t even know him right now, and maybe he and Seb would’ve never reconnected. It would just be weighing on both of their consciences forever while I’d never meet my literal soulmate.

That would suck.

I shut my eyes for a moment and sigh, trying to sober up my thoughts. “M’sorry for not telling you sooner,” I offer softly.

“Yeah, me too,” Seb adds. “Look, if you want I can fill you in on everything some other time, but… let’s just enjoy the night for now, yeah?”

“Yeah, enjoy the night,” Abby scoffs under her breath. She continues at her typical volume, “I’m not sure if I should feel more mad or more jealous right now. Like, what the fuck?”

“Yeah, I… I get it,” I cut in. “You have every right to be mad at us. We didn’t mean to leave y’so out of the loop, though — we didn’t think it mattered.” Realizing that coulda sounded a little insensitive, I quickly tack on, “I mean, he’s just some dude.”

Now that’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one.

How am I getting so good at lying?

God, I suck.

Abby softens a little, part of her seeming to agree, but she still looks upset. She takes a few breaths that seem deeper than usual. Spares a glimpse back at Sam and Vic, who are kinda just awkwardly standing there.

It looks like Sam has something to say too, but he’s keeping his thoughts to himself for now, I guess. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look like this before.

…Like, his face, I mean. I’ve never seen him all dolled up in a pink ball gown that’s too small for him either. Obviously.

I pick at the orange plastic in my hands some more while Seb tears up the nail polish on his left thumb with the adjoined pointer.

“You, uh,” I meekly suggest, “you want the pumpkin..?” I pat the gold gourd for emphasis.

A humble peace offering.

“N—“ She cuts off her initial response and thinks about it. Her shoulders deflate while she realizes, “I mean, kinda? Fuck.”

“I’ll take it if you don’t,” Sam mutters.

Victor nudges him. “She didn’t ask you.”

“You’re awfully quiet,” Abby diverts to Seb. I dunno if he’s just frazzled, or if he was brain-talking to Magnus, or what.

“Just, uh… Stressed.”

I nod. Fuckin’ same, dude, whether it’s a lie or not on his part.

More awkward silence passes before I figure out a potential solution.

Maybe… hm.

I clap, newly determined to fix my— our— whoever’s fuck-ups. Seb, Sam and Abby startle while Victor simply waits to see what happens.

“I have a proposition.

“Huh?”

“We can all share the pumpkin.”

Abby tilts her head. “What, like, cut it up?”

“No— well, yes?” I shake my head. “But no.”

“Graceful as ever,” Sam teases me.

“Shut up, you’re into it,” I shoot back. His cheeks redden while he smiles and rolls his eyes. “What if I, I’unno, make something with it? Aaand we can all hang out and eat pumpkin stuff and whatever. Finish off autumn with a bang.”

“Ha. Bang. Kinky.”

“Sam!” I laugh. Victor nudges him for me. Thank you Victor. “I know I don’t have much room at my place,” I go on, “but I’m the only one with my own house, so we can do it there.”

“You drive a hard bargain, lady,” Abby ponders.

“Am I allowed to partake in this pumpkin party?” Victor slurs. He sounds shy, almost, even in his more boisterous, drunken state.

“If you can make it out here, hell yeah.”

“Why don’t we do it tomorrow?” Seb chimes in. “You can stay over at my place if your mom lets you.”

“Or mine,” Sam adds.

Abby and I nod. Victor shrugs and nods too. “I’ll ask when she seems ready to leave later. Maybe She’ll be boozy ‘nuff to let me.”

“Cool,” I breathe.

That broke the tension, but now I have a whole thing to host. Ough.

Well… at least that’s one thing settled, for now.

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I can't say this was the most wild dream I've ever had but it was up there alright!

I was in this room full of artists and those long tables and we were all given a word prompt which was "a mess." Some people drew a literal mess while others drew someone going through something. I decided I wanted to draw a stressed out office lady cause that's all that came to mind, but there was a problem.

I couldn't execute the art the way that I wanted to and that resulted in me being alone in that room as everyone got to leave. I just tried to focus on my art until I heard a very familiar voice and looked up to see...

Gatobob! And she was talking with Ykmet Ren. He did something to his tank and had to take it off and I remember him going: "hey! I look hot now." For some odd reason. I found it funny but I couldn't laugh or even move cause I couldn't believe my eyes. I could see him so clearly!

I was so frozen apparently that I didn't even notice he was at my side and he poked my arm with a new tank on his body, but I get something wet... His finger was bleeding like he pricked it on something.

I said: "Ren, that's not sanitaarrry. Gross!" And he just laughed while pulling his finger away. I told him we should get his finger cleaned up and we went in opposite directions to get the supplies. He looked for the alcohol and I looked for bandaids which I didn't find. He didn't either apparently because when I went into the bathroom, he wasn't anywhere to be seen even though I found the alcohol and bandages in there.

Suddenly I heard someone start yelling at Gato and asking: "Where is she?!" While also telling her to get out. Knowing who's voice that was, I rushed out but didn't expect her to be in Ren's face. I stood in front of him, feeling myself getting angrier at the fact that my sister burst in here wreaking havoc. I yelled back in her face and she started to crack the fuck up.

Her eyes got all crazy and wide and I don't remember exactly what she said but I knew I needed to get out of there. Where she was standing was a door with stairs leading down to our room that we stayed in and I knew straight ahead was the outside door!

I slammed the door shut in her face and jumped over almost all the stairs as I scrambled to run and get outside, but she was still on my tail and this time she had a gun. I have no clue why there were these long stair-like platforms outside but I had to run across at least three until I felt concrete.

There were these two ladies outside just walking around but one of them was ordered by my sister to shoot me cause I guess she got tired? Idk. There were also two police officers passing by as well so I had to ask for help.

Frantic and panting I go: "Please help me! Please! She's trying to shoot me!" Not knowing that the initial culprit gave her weapon to someone else. They shot all three of those women, even the one who was minding her own business because of the proximity! Conveniently, they fell out of my view (behind one of those stair platforms) but I felt so terrible. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I didn't even realized I was turned around for so long until I felt a presence that wasn't there before, Ren was standing on the platform in front of the women's bodies. He gave me a look as if to say: "I shouldn't have went through this." I walked up to him fully defeated and ready to cry it out, burying my head in the wrinkle of his tank while shaking and sobbing. Like a great guy, he wrapped his arms around me and let me drench his shirt in tears. Even though I didn't look up the perspective panned up to his face and the last thing I saw was a stern look and glowing eyes.

So yeah! That's the dream :^)

#ren hana #ykmet ren #my dreams go wacky y'all #weird dreams

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raccoonface · 2 years ago

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It’s a classic

I’m a little new to this. It here it is (and yes this is mine it’s just one that I made on Wattpad first)

Y/n's POV

I was walking to school when I accidentally bumped into shorty Cavell "Hey short-stuff" She then hits me playfully and says

"hey douche" we both laugh

"what are you doing?"

"Walking to school"

"huh douche knows how to walk"

"I'm not bad at everything. Anyways I got to head to school, don't wanna be late"

"cuz your slow when walking" She says sarcastically

"yeah right, whatever"

"bye douche"

"bye shorty"

and then I got back to the journey of walking right into the pits of hell.

Time skip to school

I was at my locker when the first bell rang getting my things, then I walked to my first period class bored as hell.

Everything was fine until third period... when the shooting happened, it was a class I always skipped so I was waiting in the bathroom for the period to be done but then Vada came

"hey douche" I jumped a little bit

"Jesus," I whispered

"Hey shorty" I said back to her

"what are you doing in here?"

"Skipping class, what about you?"

"My sister had to call me, so I thought about coming to the bathroom, and here I am."

We were both chuckling until we heard a gunshot Vada's eyes were wide open same as mine she asked me

"what was that??"

"Somebody probably just tripped-"

and another one "-never mind"

"quick douche get into a stall"

She pulls me to one of the stalls on the opposite side of where the doors at and we both get onto the toilet so our feet aren't able to be seen. Vada was shaking a lot so I quickly grabbed her hand and heard more gun shots you couldn't hear anything other than the gunshots and the sound of me and Vada whimpering, she tried getting her phone on to text or call someone but her phone dropped into the toilet.

When she got it out she just put in into her pocket then we heard someone coming into the bathroom, then they got into the other stall. "Is someone in there?"

The other person whispered "Your not the shooter right?"

Vada got out barely "no, no I'm not."

"Come over to the stall."

The guy goes underneath the stall and comes back up "is that your blood?"

"My brother" the guy sobs

"m-my brothers dead."

We all are quiet for the last minutes of the shooting until police came into the bathroom saying we can come out. After that we all went home traumatized by it all.

Time skip to night

When I was trying to sleep I got a notification on my phone it was Vada she was trying to talk to me

(Vada - Shorty )(y/n - douche)

Shorty-

Hey Y/n

Douche-

Hi Vada

Shorty-

Uhm.. I kinda need some help from the whole shooting and stuff I'm really just not okay, and I really need your help

Douche-

Alright, what do you need help with, like you want me to help calm you down or something?

Shorty-

Yeah, yeah something like that

Douche-

Alright take a breather

Shorty-

Okay

Douche-

Breathe in

Douche-

breathe out

Douche-

Repeat

Shorty-

This is sorta helping thank you

Douche-

Anytime

Shorty-

Uhm I have a quick question before I leave you alone.

Douche-

Well what is it?

Shorty-

Would it be alright if I came over tomorrow?

Douche-

Of course it would be alright dude I mean we're friends after all

Shorty-

All right so tomorrow when I'm about to come over I'll call you

Douche-

Alright, see you then!

Shorty-

Okay goodnight

Douche-

goodnight

When I went to sleep I had a small smile on my face not knowing why it was there but all I was thinking about is when Vadas coming over tomorrow.

Time skip (again)

While I was sitting on the couch relaxing I got a call from Vada. I answer and talk to her and she said "I'll be over there in about five minutes "

"alright see you then"

when she hung up I started cleaning the mess I had made from trying to make lunch earlier.

When I heard knocks on the door I went and opened it and came straight into Vadas arms hugging her.

"Hey douche"

"Hey shorty"

"missed me much?"

"Yeah,yeah whatever. Come on in"

"what are we gonna do?"

"Why don't you tell me your the one who asked to come here."

"Alright douche let's have a movie night."

"I love movie nights"

"alright let's see if you like my kinda movie nights with horror films"

"alright we'll see"

"okay"

"I'll go get the popcorn, you want some"

"why are you even asking. Of course I want some, oh and with butter and salt please"

"of course"

"alright thanks"

"no problem"

I went out to make the popcorn and came back out with Vada who had chosen to watch Halloween which I've never watched before.

"Alright shorty here's your popcorn."

"Thanks douche"

I grab a blanket and put it over both of us

"you ready?"

"Yeah"

after about half the movie I started getting scared and getting closer to Vada. Once there was a jump scare I went fully into Vadas arms and she just laughed and said

"scared douche?”

"hah hah shut up" I quipped back

"alright I think it's time to turn it off"

"no"

"why not douche, if your scared"

"I wanna finish it"

"alright if you say so"

we continued watching it but a couple minutes after she turned it back I fell asleep on her chest.

When I woke up she was asleep as well so I got up put the blanket on her and carried her to my room and got into the bed with her.

She started turning around looking for something but when she got a hold on me she started to cuddle into me. I cuddled with her until I fell asleep again.

We both woke up around the same time. When I woke up Vada said

"morning beautiful"

then her eyes got wide but my eyebrows were the only thing that I moved. Then she started rambling saying

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say that- I mean I'm not saying your not beautiful I just didn't want to say it like that and I know we're friends and I don't want to mess that up and all so I-"

"Vada!" I yelled

"huh?"

“Calm down I think your beautiful too"

"really?"

"Yeah I mean I don't just think your beautiful your also super smart, and kind, and hot but you get the gist. All I'm trying to say is that I like you."

"Well I like you too"

"that's nice to know"

we both giggled a little bit and then stared into each other's eyes for a little bit but then Vada looked down at my lips for a split second then up t my eyes again then started moving toward me. While she was doing that I started moving as well to meet her in the middle.

Then when our lips were together it was like magic , both of our lips fit perfectly together

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