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sunlitlemonade · 6 months ago

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From The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows:

the kick drop n. the moment you wake up from an immersive dream and have to abruptly recalibrate to the real world—unquitting your job, falling right back out of love, reburying your lost loved ones. In American football, the drop kick is when a player drops the ball and kicks it as it bounces off the ground, used as a method of restarting play.

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16th August. 8:45 pm.

“There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Cass stands beside him, silent and patient.

“Happy birthday, kid,” he says and chokes on it, the unerasable love, the still-festering guilt. He closes his eyes for a second.

Haltingly, which is uncharacteristic, Cass speaks to fill the heavy air. “No one talks about him. All I know is… he was the second Robin. And that the Joker ki—”

He cuts her off, the words an unnecessary reminder. The wound is ever-present and dear and he pokes at it like he can’t bear for it to heal. On this day though, every year since his passing, he shoves his hand inside and parses his fingers out with blood and the remains of his mangled heart trailing behind.

“He would have been eighteen today. He loved cars and girls and getting into fights…. Neapolitan ice-cream and the colour green,” he pauses, gathering meagre strength. “And most of all he loved the thrill of being Robin.”

Robin gives me magic!

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16th August. 9 pm.

Alfred sets dinner. Cass insists on helping. Alfred refuses. Cass doesn’t listen.

He sits and watches.

Finally they settle down and eat. He barely manages to stomach it.

This is a spiral he knows well, he has memorised every curve. He knows exactly how deep he has managed to reach.

He knows he can go far lower.

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16th August. 9:25 pm.

The bedroom’s air is stale. He’s hardly spent much time here in the past week. He sees how quickly things grow old, how easily the air shrinks in a space closed-off and forgotten.

His feet take him to his [dead] son’s room. [Dead. He’s dead. He died three years ago. He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s—]

He doesn’t open the door. He goes back to his room, shuts the door behind him.

—

He wakes up to a pleasantly sunny day. He stretches luxuriously and hears footsteps bound up the stairs. It’s Tim.

He pounds at the door and tells him to “Rise and shine!”. Before Bruce can answer, the door is thrown wide open and Ace bounds in, jumping on the bed like he owns it. First, he slobbers all over Bruce’s face with his tongue. Then, he sits back and looks at him expectantly.

Absent-mindedly scratching him behind his ears, he raises a brow at Tim, who’s leaning against the threshold. “Good morning. You’re supposed to be at school.”

“And you were supposed to drop me off before your meeting today.”

…. He did promise that, didn’t he? He sighs and shoots him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry—”

Tim waves it off with a flippant gesture. “Oh, it’s fine. We had a presentation today, I’m glad I could skip. I had nothing ready.”

“Tim.”

“What? I was busy, alright? Anyways, I’m grievously sick and Mrs. Wilkins feels bad for me so I have an extension.”

“Maybe you should use that time to complete your work instead of terrorising me.”

“I’m holding you accountable. You were the one supposed to be dropping me off!”

“Why didn’t you ask Jason?”

“He said he had to pick up Rena on his way to college and if he took a detour to drop me off he would be late.”

“That’s fair.”

“Want to know why I had to resort to even asking him? Take a wild guess.”

He sighs again. “Because I didn’t drop you off. I’m sorry, it was a really hectic day yesterday. We could get some donuts together later?”

“Hmm. Ace, come on, boy. Come here.”

“Where are you both going?”

“For a morning walk.”

“It’s eleven. It’s sunny.”

“A midday walk then,” Tim replies, undeterred. “Besides, some sunshine once in a while might do you good.”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

Tim’s face scrunches up with barely concealed offence. “Hey! We don’t get any sunlight here as it is and I have time to kill today—”

“Untrue. You have pending work—”

His volume picks up to support the thin veil of ignorance and procrastination. “SO! I will be walking Ace today. Right now. Your meeting is in twenty minutes.”

“Fuck.” He could dump it on Lucius. He hears Ace’s excited barks as Tim takes him down the stairs. He has already failed at being an adult today.

He fumbles into the meeting nearly an hour late and throws an airheaded smile to the room. It’s long, it’s boring, he signed up for it.

By the time he gets back home it’s late in the evening. Talia is back too after a day of browsing gowns to dazzle every guest at Dick’s upcoming wedding. She presses her smile against the corner of his mouth and Bruce chases after it like he doesn’t get to kiss her everyday.

“Found a dress?”

“I’m getting it custom-made.”

Of course she was. Thorny as her relationship with Dick was, Talia had taken to the preparations like a particularly invested fairy godmother pulling ideas, locations, caterers and gods knew what else from all around the world. So far, they had settled on New York (because Dick insisted), though they didn’t have the venue decided just yet, and a baker known for crafting beautiful cakes.

They still had months to go but Talia wasn’t one to budge. She thought Bruce and Tim needed something better to wear for the reception whereas wholeheartedly approved of whatever Jason had decided upon. He had told her it was favouritism. She had only smiled and said Jason had good taste.

He pulls her into a proper hug, sighing against her neck. Her nails scratch against his scalp slightly when her fingers sift through his hair. He presses her closer wanting to melt into one, they fit so perfectly. The rose brooch pin holding her dress together at her shoulder digs into his chest though and he pulls back. Sometimes being too close hurts.

She kisses him once more before calling out to Cass, who was walking past making a mock gagging gesture, and steering her towards the staircase.

Alfred passes by behind him and Bruce turns around to see him opening the doors for Jason. He spots the red convertible that's his son’s favourite parked near the fountain.

Windswept curls and flushed cheeks, bright eyes and an even brighter smile. Bruce’s heart squeezes with affection so dangerously hard that he risks his ribs folding in on themselves.

“Hey, old man.”

His smile is too large and loopy, he knows it. He can’t help it. “Jay.”

Hands shoved in his green jacket's pocket, Jason gets closer and his smile blooms into a grin to match Bruce’s own. “What’s got you smiling?”

“Nothing.”

A raised brow. He was so much like Bruce but only the best parts. Bruce couldn’t be more thankful.

“Seriously, it’s nothing,” Bruce insists to avoid being called a sap. “How was college today?”

He started only a month back and had been loving it so far. Bruce still asked whenever he could because he couldn’t help but fret.

Jason rolls his eyes but it’s half-hearted. “Good,” he says, then adds, “I went out with Rena after class.”

“Oh? Where?”

“Ah, well, we were only hanging out, got some ice-cream.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Dad.”

His heart skips a giddy beat. Dad.

“What? I’m happy for you.” It's a feeble act of innocence and Jason is obviously unimpressed by it.

“She’s just a friend.”

“Yet you mention her without me having to prompt you.”

And oh, the grumpy pout on his face at that. His spitfire of a son could be the sweetest.

“I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

A sardonic smile. “Sure. That’s helpful. Thanks.”

“Listen, I don’t know how I got here either.”

“Talia pitied you.”

Bruce ruffles his bedhead. “Brat.”

“You know it’s true.”

Bruce sighs. It seems like parents do a lot of sighing. “It is.”

“Now that this is settled,” Alfred cuts in, “could you both make your way to the living room of the West Wing’s first floor? Master Timothy says it is movie night. Food will be served there.”

Alfred hated having them eat anywhere that wasn’t the dining table. Tim must have practised puppy dog eyes.

They reach the room and Jason immediately pushes Tim off the couch. Draping his lanky frame over the cushions, he grins down at his brother. Tim scowls at him. Jason nonchalantly toes his shoes off and lets them drop over the armrest’s side. Tim opens his mouth, undoubtedly about to start a fight when Bruce cuts in.

“Tim.”

His son whips his face to him, an accusatory finger pointed at his older, unrepentant brother. Bruce smoothly makes his way to the couch, lifts Jason’s legs, plops down to slouch into the soft material and lets his legs fall over his lap.

Tim’s jaw drops open. “Did you see—”

“Some trusted sources have informed me that you haven’t completed your work yet.”

“I have! Almost. I just need to cite my sources and shit—”

“Language.”

“It’s almost done. Did you not just see what he did?”

“I did and I think you deserve it after last week’s prank.”

“.... In my defence, that was funny. To me,” comes the petulant reply.

“So was this. To me,” Bruce throws back, just as unapologetic.

Jason’s shit-eating grin only widens as Tim accepts defeat and curls up at Bruce’s feet, letting his head rest against his thigh distractedly. He immediately recoils and glares at Jason.

“You have smelly feet.”

Jason’s response is stretching his leg a bit further to bring his toes closer to Tim’s face. The younger boy gets up in annoyance and throws himself on the beanbag near the couch. “Keep…. those things away from me. Ugh.”

Talia arrives with Cass and Jason instantly retracts his legs from his lap and straightens up to make space for them. Talia sits beside him while Cass occupies the other beanbag.

This close, Bruce can see the way his eyes almost crinkle shut when he dimples at Talia. They talk in soft tones, discussing the colour of tablecloths and balloons and “oh, there has to be blue”.

The movie starts and they quieten. Chatter picks up again because “that’s absolute nonsense!” and “shut up, bro, it’s not that deep”. Jason says something crass in return and Talia lets out a startled, full-bellied laugh before she swats his head and tells him to behave.

He gets to have this.

Time gets blurry at the edges like a long-forgotten song. At some undetermined time the movie is paused so everyone can carry plates full of food to the room and drag Alfred to watch the movie with them. Some undetermined time later Cass falls asleep and Tim gets up to fetch one of the blankets thrown over a chair pushed into the corner. He doesn’t take his eyes off the movie for a second, it’s a talent. Bruce motions for him to bring another along with him, noticing Jason's half-lidded eyes.

Sure enough, his blinks get slower and slower. He snuggles into his side and even as he’s a little taller, if thinner, he makes it work somehow. Bruce rests an arm around him and watches his eyes droop shut. Summer has made his freckles reappear.

Talia smiles when she catches his eyes over their son’s head. She covers him in the blanket Tim had gotten for them and refocuses on the movie.

Jason’s warm breath ghosts over his clavicle, his curls brushing against his neck. He smells like the citrus shampoo Dick had recommended to them all. Bruce rubs his back soothingly, feeling his lips curve up with something bubbly in his chest.

The movie ends. Everyone on the screen is tearful but happy.

Tim is sleepy too and Talia gently rouses Cass to take them both to their bedrooms.

“Hey, Jay,” he whispers against his temple. “Hey, wake up.”

Jason doesn’t move.

“Jay? Wake up, buddy. Movie’s over.”

Jason doesn’t wake up.

There’s blood on his temple. Bruce pulls back.

He wasn’t mistaken. There is actually blood sliding down to the knob of his jaw.

He cups his face and shakes him.

“Jay? Jason! Jason?” another hard shake. “Jason, please.”

He stretches the soft skin under his eye to check his eyes, not knowing what to do. It’s not the perfect blue of a June sky. It’s glassy.

He stands up to pick him up and notices, for the first time, that it’s not a blanket. It’s a cape, it’s a shroud.

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17th August. 4:17 am.

Bruce palms are clammy. He picks his head up from the messy desk. The computer screen has gone blank. His bed remains undisturbed.

There’s not even the ticking of a clock to keep him company, just the subtle white noise of the air conditioning unit. Heartbeat in his ears, breathe out of his lungs, he rises shakily.

In the bathroom, he picks up the citrusy shampoo and puts it in the dustbin. He smashes his fist against the shower’s glass cubicle and kneels down with a bloody hand.

[the entire thing is inspired by batman #790 (1937) also note that this is bruce's version of a perfect world, not mine. dick has commitment issues in my head & brutalia is best left at something melancholic & haunting. that's about it? happy birthday, jason! wish i had something about you but instead you ended up being a ghost for your dad here.... maybe i'll have something better cooked up next year? <3]

#jason todd #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #cassandra cain #brutalia #tim drake #dc #alfred pennyworth #real ones will know i posted this a while back ao3 & deleted it lol #polished it up for his bday tho! so... yeah. bon appetit ig

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tomssexdoll · 10 months ago

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HOI🖖👽 sooooOOOOOooo can you do a Tom kaulitz x fem! reader

Like were he says sumthing he didn’t mean like:example,he said something about ur past that’s a VERY touchy subject during an argument

Add fluff at the end pls🙏🙏🙏🥺

(IF UR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THID ITS OK 👌🙂🙂🙂)

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hiii cutie ofc

I didn't mean it

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: During an argument Tom brings up something really touchy from the past as an insult, you're heartbroken and hurt from his words, he instantly apologises and tries to make it up to you. A/N: AHHH WARNINGS: yelling, !!!!VERY GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND A SMALL MENTION OF RAPE!!!!!!!!

Me and Tom were yet again in an argument, I got upset at him because he's been neglecting me, staying out late, not even touching me or holding me, nothing.

I brought it up to him this morning and it just exploded into an argument, him being defensive as usual.

"I'm so sick of you being so fucking controlling y/n!" he grunted, storming up the stairs. I scoffed and followed him closely "don't walk away from me Tom! You always do this, always running away when confronted with the truth!" I yelled.

"Because you take things so seriously! I just wanted time alone is that so hard to ask for?" he sighed heavily.

I grunted, him clearly not getting the point, "it's not that I don't want you to have alone time it's just that you're basically avoiding me!" I followed him into the bedroom, he was trying to find something to do to disract himself.

"Listen to me!" I grabbed his arm and turned him to face me, my eyes staring deeply into his, rage washing over them. "There's nothing to talk about!" he pushed past me, going into the bathroom.

I kept on yelling at him, following him into it, he turned around, hand on the doorframe and yelled "no wonder why your friend killed himself, he couldn't fucking stand being around you and neither can I"

My heart shattered instantly, the memories of my best friend killing themselves, him being in my arms as he died.

LISTEN TO TV BY BILLIE EILISH PAST THIS POINT I SWEAR IT MAKES A HUGE DIFFERENCE

6 years ago my best friend Arnie died, he was a gentle soul. He was gay and was heavily bullied about it, drowned in the toilets, food thrown at him, followed home. Arnie had learned to have thick skin, not allowing that to get to him, he knew they were just miserable with their lives and I loved that about Arnie.

The last straw for Arnie was when he was raped at a house party in 2008, the last time I saw him happy was when we seperated, I was hooking up with a random boy and he wished me goodluck. When I finished and tried to find Arnie, he was sprawled across a bed, bleeding from his back side.

I rushed to his aid and discovered that he was raped. Arnie was different after that, didn't insult back, was super quiet, didn't hang out with me after school like we usualy did.

I tried to offer help but nothing worked. One day I went to his house, he wasn't answering my calls or texts and his parents were out of town for the week. I found it weird that the door was unlocked, I went inside and into his bedroom.

I wish I didn't see what he had done, everyday it replays in my mind. I have nightmares about it every few nights.

I walked into his bathroom, he was in the bathtub, wrists on the edge of the tub, cut so deeply. I stood there for a second, shocked, trying to take in what I saw. After 10 seconds I screamed, running to him and holding him tightly, examining his wounds. 7 deep cut wounds, he was bleeding so much, the bathroom tiles covered in them.

My knees smudged the blood around as I held him, sobbing uncontrollably. "No no no..arnie you're ok.." I whispered, stroking his hair gently. He looked at me briefly, the life draining from his eyes "i'm sorry...i love you.." he muttered before taking his last breath, dying in my arms.

I screamed for him, my vocal cords ready to burst. Some neighbours called the police from my screaming, they came in and rushed to the scene, practically ripping me off Arnie.

"No! No no no! He'll be ok!" I sobbed, trying to get back to him, "ARNIE!" I screamed, the female officer held me close, stroking my hair softly, "he's gone baby...i'm sorry.." she whispered softly, I looked up at her, a tear falling down her cheek.

I buried my face into her chest, her vest cold and hard on my face.

They carried his body out, I couldn't bare to look and just stood there frozen. Later on the police women gave me a note he wrote, it read:

Dear my beloved Y/N,

I'm so sorry you have to read this, I'm sorry for even doing this. I know it's stupid and I know i'm supposed to have thick skin but I can't do it anymore, after what he did to me I haven't been able to eat, sleep or do anything properly, it runs through my head all the time, that memory of what he did never leaves my memory. It's driving me crazy Y/N, I wanted to stay strong for you, I wanted us to grow up and see each other get married, have kids, go through breakups together, live our 20s to the fullest, party like theres no tomorrow but I can't do it anymore. I wanted to be your best friend forever, be friends until we die, but I guess my fate is early. You know I love you more than life itself, you showed me it's ok to be me. You helped and guided me through everything but it's time for me to go, I love you and I'll be watching over you. Keep being your weird self and never forget me

Your soulmate, Arnie.

My heart was shattered into a million pieces, I still have that note to this day, I can't leave the house without it near me.

I got a tattoo of the last line, in his handwriting, 'your soulmate, arnie'. (inspired by evieskiess book my one and only <3)

BACK TO PRESENT:

My eyes widened, heart breaking into a million pieces, the heartbreak from that night coming back. My body went stiff, frozen in place. Unable to say anything.

Toms face instantly softened, he rushed towards me and started to apologise profusely, "oh honey no..i'm so sorry, I was just mad and I wasn't thinking straight, you know I didn't mean it", I looked at him, a stray tear falling down my cheek.

"Don't touch me.." I whispered softly, pushing him off me and walking to the bed, sitting on it. I bursted out into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, the tears unable to stop. All the pain I had tried to forget coming back.

He rushed to my side and held me tightly, "no baby..I'm so sorry, I'm so so so sorry" his voice thick with emotion, I could tell he was telling the truth but I was just so shocked, so hurt by his harsh words.

"Why.." my voice broke slightly "why would you say such a thing.." I choked out a sob, covered my mouth with my hands, they were trembling violently.

"I don't know..it was an in the moment thing, I didn't mean it at all, I'm so sorry baby I will do anything to make it up to you I swear, I love you with all my heart" he started to cry, tears falling down his cheeks as he buried his face in my shoulder.

My heart ached at him crying, I really wanted to forgive him but my heart just couldn't. I stood up and sighed, "I'm sleeping on the couch.." he nodded, standing up and brushing stray hairs from my face, kissing my forehead softly.

"I love you baby..." he whispered before letting me go, I turned my head to look at him and sighed "i love you too.." before walking off to the living room.

I sat on the couch, staring into nothing, my heart heavy and my eyes red. I rolled up my sleeve and stared at the tattoo, grazing a finger over it. I grabbed the note from my pocket and held it against my chest, laying back onto the couch, slowly falling asleep.

A few hours later I was woken up by soft arms wrapping around my waist, holding me close. I turned around, placing the note in my pocket and looking up at Tom.

"I know you didn't mean it baby..but I'm still hurt" I mumbled, he nodded slowly "I know baby..I know..i'm so sorry" he rested his chin on my head, stroking my hair softly just like the female officer did. I felt comforted, safe in his arms, again, just like I felt with the female officer.

"Do you want to go back to bed schatz?" he said softly, I sniffled and nodded, getting up and holding his hand, walking towards our shared bedroom. I grabbed one of his shirts and put it on, slipping into bed.

He smiled softly and slipped behind me, pulling me closer and wrapping his strong arms around my frame, keeping me warm and safe. "I'll make it up to you..I swear" he sighed, kissing the top of my head lightly.

"I'll be home more, I'll take you to band practices, I'll take you out with me, I'll do anything for you baby, I'm sorry I neglected you, treated you so badly.." his voice shaky "I love you, you're my world, my beautiful wife, my light. I'll do anything it takes to change, anything at all" I slowly turned around again, looking up at him, looking into his eyes for any sign of deceit, but all that presented was sincerity. Pure honesty. His eyes soft and gentle, willing to do anything for me.

I tucked a stray stand behind his ear, kissing him softly. "I love you..thankyou for that.." I smiled softly.

"I've always wondered though, why do you always keep his note with you?" he tilted his head, genuinely curious. I chuckled softly, "I don't know, it's the only thing I have left of him, something to remember him by" I frowned, tears welling up in my eyes again, "it's a reminder to me that he loved me and to keep going without him" Tom winced at my pain, stroking my hair gently and nodding.

"I understand..I'll keep it safe for you always" he kissed me softly, I smiled "thankyou baby.." I muttered before falling asleep in his arms.

E/N: I sobbed so hard while writing this no joke

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomkaulitzloverr @tomscumdoll @syylss @ge-billsgf @miyukafujii @charliesgoodboy @20doozers @ballhair @bkaulitzlover

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xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox · 5 months ago

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Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) To think about something deeply

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

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Chapter Twelve: Consequences

Now Playing: Breakin’ Dishes by Rihanna

I listened as Billy told us all the story of Taha Aki and his family, how they dealt with the Cold Ones. I had heard this story before, when Bella and I had come over with Charlie as children.

Bella fell asleep after a while, and Jacob picked her up to take her back to Edward. I had gone back with the rest to Emily’s house.

I showered and put on my pajamas, walking out to sit on the couch as Jared set up some movies. Emily made popcorn and Sam dug out blankets.

The movie Jared ended up turning on was some action movie I wasn’t particularly interested in. It wasn’t bad, though.

I fell asleep about half way through, and I woke up in my bed. I wasn’t sure how I got there, but I figured one of the guys put me to bed so they could fold out the couch bed.

I made my way towards the kitchen, only to find Sam, Jared, and Paul sitting around the table looking grim.

I slid into the seat closest to me, asking them, “What happened?”

Jared handed me a newspaper.

On it, the title read, “Seattle Terrorized by Slayings.” Underneath the title, I read about nearly fifty people having been killed at random. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the brutal murders; no racial bias, no gender bias, not one part of the city safe from the attacks. The only thing that authorities have determined was that all the victims were from ages twenty to thirty, with a few victims being in their late teens. I felt sick.

“We will be patrolling more,” Sam said grimly, “We are meeting with the Cullens.”

“Do you think it’s… supernatural?” I asked, my brows drawing together, “It could be human doings, there’s some sadistic people in the world.”

“There’s not a fingerprint there, no tracks, not a single thing pointing to human murders,” Paul said, his voice tense and his body pulled taught, “Better safe than sorry.”

I pursed my lips, nodding.

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Bella called me.

“You saw it, right?” She demanded, her voice hushed. I knew what she meant.

“Yeah, we all saw it.” I confirmed, and I heard her sigh in relief on the other end of the phone.

“Carlisle asked for help from the Denali coven, the one I told you Laurent had stayed with,” she explained, “They won’t help us, if this is caused by Victoria.”

“Why?” I asked, slightly confused. Weren’t they friends with the Cullens?

“Laurent was involved with one of them,” she said angrily, “And now the Denali coven wants to kill the pack because they killed Laurent.”

I was silent for a long moment.

“Fuck Laurent and fuck them, we don’t need their help anyway,” I said slowly, anger simmering in my chest, “He tried to kill us, he deserved to be destroyed.”

Bella agreed with me, adding, “Yeah. Listen, I need you to talk to Sam. If the things in Seattle are because of Victoria, we need to work together or everything will be for nothing.”

“He wants to talk to the Cullens,” I informed her, “I think it’s going to be some of the others who need convincing.”

“Okay,” she said, “Okay. I’ll call you, if I know anything else.”

“Back at you,” I tell her, “Love you.”

“Love you too, Y/n.”

The call disconnected, and I ran back to the front of the house to tell everyone what I had learned.”

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Bella said that Alice was having a party. We both agreed that it was a stupid idea.

Sam wants to speak with the Cullens, but he doesn’t trust them. He wants answers, he wants to know what they know.

I think he believes that they’re somehow the cause of everything, and I don’t really disagree. I think, though, that the Cullens are trying to keep everything safe and close to their chest.

Jacob got Bella, but they hung out at his house.

I was making food with Emily, watching as the guys cycled in and out of the house. Sam had everyone doing double shifts, and it was taking a toll. When they weren’t out in the forest, the pack was sleeping. I had to coax them awake to get them to eat, and as soon as they were finished, they were right back asleep.

Paul had just gotten back from his shift to trade out with Embry, when Bella stormed into the house. She was holding her hand, furious and crying, and I was quick to rush to her side.

Despite his weariness, Paul woke himself up to oversee everyone’s safety.

Bella’s hand was broken, and Emily was the one to look at it. She explained what happened, and I stared at her. I was still as a statue as she spoke, my eyes wide as fury exploded in my chest.

I shoved to my feet, my chair tipping over behind me as I stormed outside to find Jacob. Paul was on my heels after smacking Jared awake to watch over Bella and Emily in the kitchen.

I stormed over to where Jacob was standing in the yard, debating if it was worth it to break my hand to punch him, too.

Instead, I stopped an arm’s length away from him and watched him coldly. I was so angry that I was shaking, and I demanded, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

My voice almost didn’t sound like me, and it would have been a bit more startling had I been less upset.

“Y/n, listen—” he started, but I cut him off.

“I don’t give a single damn about what you have to say!” I snapped, “I know you like my sister, and no one fucking liked Edward, but that doesn’t give you the right to kiss her against her will!”

“Y/n, it’s not that bad, I—”

I cut him off again, “If Edward doesn’t kill you, I very well might, you pushy, idiotic, piece of shit.”

I turned, looking to Paul.

“Explain to him what consent is, because it seems like the constant fever has gotten to his brain,” I ordered, “And keep him away from the house.”

I stormed back to the house, listening as Paul started to lay into Jacob.

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I took Bella to the Cullen’s home. It was the first time I had ever seen it.

We marched in and I saw Edward first.

“What happened?” He demanded, and Bella explained everything to him.

I was still fuming, and Edward was tense beside me as Carlisle fixed Bella’s hand.

“Don’t touch any of the others,” I muttered, “But Jacob’s free game.”

Edward inclined his head, “We share similar sentiments on him now, I see.”

“If I could have, I would have broken his nose.”

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I ended up staying the night with the Cullens.

Alice made me shower, since I “smelled like wet dog,” and gave me some of clothes to wear instead. She stuffed me into a pair of black pajama pants several sizes too big, tying them tightly around my hips. The shirt, which was also slightly large, was a band tee for Metallica.

Bella and I took monopoly over the couches, Edward sitting beside her.

Emmett and Rosalie had come out of their room, and Emmett asked, “What happened, Bella? Walking and cheering gum at the same time?”

“Punched a werewolf,” she corrected, and he laughed loudly.

“Which one?” He asked eagerly, “That why your sister’s here?”

“Jacob,” I answered, “Feel free to break his jaw, if Paul didn’t for me.”

Emmett grinned, sitting down happily beside me, “Paul’s the one who tried to beat my ass when I accidentally got over the creek, right?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, “No hard feelings about it.”

Emmett laughed again, “If we weren’t supposed to hate each other, it’d be cool to wrestle. They’re bigger than the bears that I hunt.”

I raised my brows, “I’ll relay the sentiment.”

After a minute, my phone rang. I picked it up and I walked back outside, listening to Paul’s voice as it crackles to life on the other end of the line.

“How are things over there?” He asked, “Are the lea— Cullens taking care of your sister?”

“They’re nice, the good doctor put a brace on Bella’s wrist, Edward’s taking care of her right now.,” I informed, then asked, “How are things over there?”

“Pack’s a little divided,” He told me honestly, “Some think Jacob wasn’t overly in the wrong, Emily, Leah, and the rest of the girls think Bella should’ve been able to break his nose.”

I hummed, “What about you? What do you think?”

“I think I hate vampires and want you and Bella away from them, but that Jacob had no right to kiss Bella when it wasn’t what she wanted.”

His answer was good, and I told him as much.

“Good answer,” I murmured, “You get some brownie points.”

“For being a decent person?” He said dryly, “Thanks, Y/n. I’ll take them where I can get them.”

I snorted, “Alright, Hot head, whatever. Meet me over at my house? I think I’ll murder Jacob if I go back over there, and I need to tell Charlie about Bella breaking her hand.”

“Took care of it already,” He replied, and I could hear him walking to the door, “I’ll see you over there.”

I hung up and kissed Bella’s temple, hesitantly patting Edward on the shoulder as I left. I felt awkward in their house, but I thanked them for their help and hospitality.

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(Lightly edited 1/5/25)

Sorry this was put out so late!! Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed!!

Also, this was about when I started realizing that Stephanie Meyer wasn’t a good writer in general bc Jacob and Edward weren’t shit and Bella was a victim of both at any given time

Also also, I got a few requests!! I’m so happy and I’m working on them rn!! They should be out sometime this week and thank you guys so much for the interest in my writing 🥰 I adore yall 💕

(Ps I got a guinea pig and he’s adorable and SO soft)

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bless-my-demons · 2 years ago

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Redamancy: Chapter Seven

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Jasper… because I’m horrible at holding out for a slow burn, but it’s tame don’t worry!

Notes: So sorry it’s a day late than normal, work has kept me heckin’ tired. Again, thank you for all the love so far! I can’t believe you amazing people actually like what I write!

Word Count: 1672

Series Masterlist

• March 9th, 2005 • Home •

Reader

Deciding to play sick to avoid going to school since my cheek is still tender from last night, I made a show of spending the morning pretend-vomiting. I managed to convince my mother that I was fine enough to stay home alone today from school. She ended up finally leaving for work twenty minutes late after some encouragement from me behind my closed bedroom door, but only after I heard her rummaging around in the kitchen - laying out supplies for soup, crackers, and bottles of water so that I didn’t have to search for it in my ‘state’.

I’m still fuming from my argument with Jasper last night. I’m beyond grateful for his rescue, but mad he couldn’t tell me how he pulled it off. What the fuck is he hiding? Did Bella manage to get an answer from Edward? I rub my head where my scalp still tingles from the rough treatment yesterday as I contemplate theories.

Grabbing my phone, I flip it open and type Bella a message: My house after school? Mom will be at work.

It only takes a few moments before my cell vibrates: Definitely, Edward told me everything.

I stare at my phone, surprised. Everything? Everything as in, last night? Or why they aren’t allowed on the rez? Why they’re so fucking cryptic all the time? Why no one has been able to penetrate their tight-knit group?

A knock on my front door disturbs me from my thoughts; glancing at the clock, it shows that it’s about halfway through first period already. Who would-

More insistent knocking. Alright, alright I think as I descend the stairs.

“Hello-“ I greet, swinging the door open, but I stop short at who is standing on my front porch: Jasper Hale.

“You’re not at school.” He says, standing there like I offended him by not showing.

“Very astute of you. I’m mad at you, Sherlock.” Folding my arms across my chest, I level him with a gaze that would normally melt a normal boy.

But he isn’t a normal boy and he can’t tell me why.

“Education is important.”

I laugh and fire back, “The truth is important.”

“Invite me in.” He asks, stepping up to the doorway. I know he’s giving me control instead of just barging inside - especially after what happened last night, but who is he to make requests right now?

“No.” I don’t budge, not giving him an inch.

“Then take a walk with me, darlin’.” I can feel my anger waver as I continue to stare into his dark eyes. I try to fight it, but a wave of curiosity douses my anger and I cave reluctantly.

“I need shoes.” I tell him in a clipped tone as I turn on my heel for the hallway closet.

“Grab a jacket too, doll.”

I huff at his request, not happy to take suggestions from him when I’m irritated and he’s being considerate.

“Okay what gives? Why are we tromping through the woods?” I stop next to a tree, refusing to walk any further in silence.

“Ask me. Ask me again.” He turns to face me head on, determination set on his face.

“What’s different from last night?” I ask, skirting what he wants.

“Fuck it.” His arms lift and then drop to slap his jean-clad thighs.

“Fuck it?”

“Fuck it, Y/n. Ask away.” He steps closer from where he stopped ten feet away.

“How did you know where we were-“

“We followed you. We were in Port Angeles after returning from our camping trip and saw you two leave the dress shop. Next question.” He interrupts me like he’s in a hurry to offload the information.

“What’s with your family?” He cocks his head as if asking for clarification. “Every single one of you likes to keep everyone at arm’s length. You don’t have friends, you don’t hang out outside of school. You aren’t allowed on the Quileute res-“

“How do you know that?”

“Bella and I talked to some people - did some research, answer me.” I demand.

“Shit.” I hear him whisper to himself as he takes another step closer and rubs his jaw.

“You’re cold as ice, your eyes change color, your temperament is old-fashioned, I’ve never seen you actually eat anything, you’re always gone on sunny days-“

“Say it.” He says, eyes hard as he closes in. “You did the research, what’s your theory?”

“You-you're a vampire?” I say uncertainly.

He’s backed me against the tree, arms boxing me in as he stares down at me in silence for a few heavy moments, our breathing the only sound in the forest.

He leans forward and my body stills, “With confidence - you smart, pretty girl.” He whispers in my ear, breath sending a cascade of goosebumps down my neck.

“You’re a vampire, Jasper Hale.” A sudden dose of confidence strengthens my voice.

The possibility this man was a vampire didn’t really cross my mind until now. Sure, looking up the answers with the information Bella and I learned had shown that as a possibility. But it’s entirely different saying it out loud, saying it to his face and having him not deny it.

“Good girl.” The praise weakening my knees and stealing the breath from my chest. The guy I have a crush on is a vampire and he just confirmed it.

More surprising, I’m not scared of him. Thrilled, high as fuck on the knowledge that I figured him out, but utterly unafraid.

“Are you scared?” He backs away, eyeing my trembling form.

“No.” I answer honestly.

“Then ask me what I eat. What sustains a vampire?” He’s egging me on to try and scare me, I can see it.

“Blood-“

“Blood.” He confirms menacingly as he turns to pace, burying his hands in his blonde hair.

“Is that all?” I ask, not really sure where to go from here.

He lets out a laugh like the world was just lifted from his chest, the kind you let out on a rooftop in the rain after a stressful day. “Is that all?” He says incredulously.

“Are you just going to repeat my questions? You just dumped something pretty monumental on me, I didn’t want to stop you if you were on a roll.”

He stops walking to face me, expression completely sober, “Where have you been all my life?”

Bella isn’t even all the way through my front door before I blurt, “He’s a vampire, they’re all vampires and he confirmed it.”

Her eyes widen, “You talked to Jasper?”

“You talked to Edward?” I counter, seeing as she isn’t denying my confession.

“I-“ she’s shaking her head speechless, exactly how I feel.

“I know.” I just hold her hands and stare.

“I mean - we did the research.”

“I know.” I repeat. What are we getting ourselves into? What now?

• March 10th, 2005 • Forks HS Parking Lot •

Jasper

“Tell me about being a vampire.” Y/n asks me after checking our surroundings for anyone close enough in the student parking lot to over hear our conversation.

I see Rosalie huff and slam the door to her red convertible, tearing it out of the parking lot. I catch her emotions as she flies by: irritation, anger, annoyance. That’ll be fun to deal with later.

“My skin is nearly impenetrable, it’s like granite.” I lift my arm as she reaches for me as if to inspect my skin. “I don’t need to breathe-“

“That’s why you hold your breath!” She whisper shouts and I’m surprised by her observation. “I can tell when you’re not breathing, you’re shit at pretending.” She says as she turns to throw her backpack in the backseat of her car.

I chuckle and shake my head as I look at the ground, this girl is a firecracker.

“What?” She asks, emotions giving away that she’s self-conscious and I meet her eyes.

In that moment, after a lifetime of being hated and lonely, I wanted something. Not just something, I wanted her. I wanted a mate, I wanted to be chosen, I wanted life.

I wanted her to want me.

Reader

“I want to take you out.” Jasper said, the words almost knocking me off my feet.

“Like in a murder sense?” I joke back, scared of the alternative.

He steps forward and cradles the back of my head in one of his hands as his mouth drifts towards my ear, a rare display of affection in a crowded parking lot and my heart constricts painfully in my chest.

“No silly girl, on a date.” Jasper’s lips tickle as he whispers, his chest rumbling with a light chuckle as his breath and words shoot goosebumps in a tsunami-type fashion down my body.

I inhale sharply, Jasper Hale asking me on a date? I clench my fingers in the front of his shirt, surely this isn’t real.

“Say yes,” he whispers into my temple, “you’re overthinking it.”

My brain function winks out at the feel of his lips on my skin, like he knows the effect he can have on my poor nerves.

“I can’t, I still have homework to do. And you know, chores and stuff.” I whisper back in a trance, squeezing my eyes shut.

Jasper tilts his head back and lets out a hearty laugh at my half-assed response.

“What?” I demand, my brows furrowing in confusion.

“Darlin, you’re so sure of everything until it comes to what you feel. The one thing you’ll never have to doubt is that I’m yours now, ready or not.” He tells me, a confident grin on his perfect lips. “And you didn’t have to take me up on my offer tonight.”

My cheeks burn as I grin at his words, I know he’s right. “I-it’s just-you-“ I stutter, words failing me at his confession.

“Shhh, I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls me back in to kiss my hairline, settling my nerves. “I can wait. For you, I’ll wait.”

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ultralightpoe · 1 year ago

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Full House lll - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: Omg. Me? Staying on schedule? Never.

Word Count: 10112

Warnings: None? Idk.

Part One HERE and Part Two HERE

(Thank you for the gif @psychecreations )

Enjoy!

“When’s the first doctors appointment?” Nancy asks, walking up to where you were currently standing at your jobs wait station. You jump, dropping the order pad you had been scribbling in as you turn to find her leaning on the wall.

“What? Why are you here?”

“I was craving chicken and didn’t want to hear Steves kfc imitation. So we decided to come here.” She smiles, rubbing her stomach ever so slightly. “Plus it meant I got to check on you.”

“Oh I’m fine.” You lie, forcing a smile on your face as she narrows her eyes.

It’s been 4 days since the Christmas fiasco, and 4 days since you realized Eddie was leaving. You tried to pick yourself back up the day of Christmas but ended up telling everyone that you were really sick and should shut the party down early. They had all gone to Steves and you were truly embarrassed to think of what they might have been saying about you.

God, did you have to ruin everything you touched?

“You never answered my question.”

“Oh? I was just sick. It’s not a serious bug or anything. I just didn’t want to get you guys sick on Christmas. That would have been bad” you lie again, feeling a coiling feeling in your gut. “Why don’t you go sit?”

“Y/n, girl I love you. But you’re showing.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. Especially in this waitressing uniform.” It was true. Normally the old school 70s uniform fit you like a glove, falling just to your thighs and it made tips so much easier. Right now? It was on the tighter side…… which made tips even easier because your boobs looked great but you felt terrible about everything.

“Does he know?” Nancy asks, and you have to stop yourself from telling her or shove off. After a moment of silence she seems to take that for an answer. “Y/n….. Eddie needs to know.”

“Why? So I can trap someone else?” You laugh bitterly. “That poor guy has already put up with enough of my shit. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go grab tables.”

You walk past her, not giving her a chance to argue as you completely avoid looking to their tables direction and move to your own section of the floor to greet a new table.

Pam, one of your favorite regulars, sees you and greets you with a smile. “You never work Friday nights!”

You always spent Friday nights with Eddie and the girls for movie night. But Eddie ran and you needed to make rent so tonight Max was watching them.

“Starting now I will be. You want your usual babe?”

“You know it!.” She giggles.

Steve tried saying bye before they left and you pretended you didn’t see him as you took orders, by the end of the night your feet were killing you and you all but limped inside to where Max was sitting at the table doing college homework with her headphones on.

Either she didn’t have them loud or she was on edge, your guess being a bit of both, she knows you're there and turns to you when you enter the kitchen.

“Thank you so much Max.” You mumble, pulling out the tip money you had set aside for her. “I’m sorry I ran late.”

“No need to pay.” She smiles, pushing the money away. “I like spending time with them.”

That tight feeling in your stomach is back, digging in as you stare at the redhead. She had been part of the reason you chose Hawkins, Billy had (in one of his rare good moments) described the way Max seemed to blend in and find a home here. He told you about the friends she made and how she managed to grow into a brave person and you wanted that for your own. So, assuming she was gone, you moved out here. Little did you know you find her soon enough along with an entire group of people connected to your ex.

You had always been told max was dead.

Max had always been told Billy was dead.

You didn’t know how she figured you out until Eddie told you about VECNA and Lucas told you about his girlfriends sight for things.

“I…. I saw the tickets.” She admits, blush traveling her cheeks as you move to make a cup of tea. The cupboard was still broken and you couldn’t bear to look at it.

“What tickets?”

“You left your folder out on the table. I saw that you were figuring out where to go.” Max admits and you can’t help but tense.

“I just….. I don’t want the girls being surrounded by…..”

“Billy?”

“Yes…..” you admit, still keeping your back to her as you boil water. “And Eddie. I just don’t want them knowing that he left them. They adore him too much.”

Coward. Coward. COWARD.

“I’m not a mom, but I can get your urge to protect them.” Max mumbles. “But what if they end up hating you for taking them away.”

“Then they have someone to blame. I’d rather them blame me than themselves. It is my fault anyways.” You admit, tears springing into your eyes. “Anyways. Take the money, go have fun.”

“Do you need me again this week? I saw that you work on New Year’s Eve.”

“No. You should be going out with your friends.”

“The boys have a start of the year campaign and El is taking a trip with Hopper. I’m free.” She laughs, trying to break the tension built up. “I’ll be here at 2.”

You can’t get the words thank you out because of how tight your throat is, so you just mouth them as she grabs the money and passes.

Steve could not stop laughing when he saw Eddie’s face the day he brought the car into the shop, leaning over on his knees to catch his breath as he wheezed out.

Dylan, the other mechanic, kept looking over to watch the scene unfold as Eddie tried to focus on his friends car.

“Harrington.”

“Dude I know- it’s just that your face is so purp-hahaha.” Another fit of laughter and Eddie is debating throwing his drill at him. He was in no shape to be dealing with him today.

Truth was Eddie had barely gotten a wink of sleep, he couldn’t manage to. Not used to not having you beside him, or not having the girls night light and soft lullabies. It had been 5 days since he saw you and he was beginning to lose his mind and resolve.

Almost every night he nearly talked himself into going back, then he remembered Motleys broken cries as they carted him off and the way she clung to your hip. The way she screamed for her dad as Eddie attacked him.

Monster monster monster.

“Gotta give it to Hargrove. He knows how to punch.”

“Yeah well, hope he had his fun.” Eddie snaps, leaning back to make sure he adjusted the part correctly.

“Did you get him back?”

“I got a few licks in.” Eddie mumbles, feeling guilty about the pride that washes over him as he remembers the way he beat Billy's face in. That was motleys dad. As much as he enjoyed hitting him he probably just scarred the Metalhead for life.

“Oh a few licks.” Steve scoffs, moving to take a seat on the stool at Eddie’s workstation. “I know how strong you are Munson. You got more than a few licks in.”

“I shouldn’t have.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because Motley was right there! She’s gonna hate me forever.” Eddie scoffs.

“Oh you mean more than they already do?” This pulls Eddie’s attention, he had been doing so good about not asking but he was dying to know. What had they said? Were they happy he’s gone? Mad that he fought Billy?

“What’d they say?”

“Not much of anything. Nancy knows something is up but your girl is keeping her lips sealed pretty well. I didn’t even know about your fight with jackass until I saw your face.”

“But you said they were mad.”

“Yeah man, you missed Christmas and just dipped. Leaves a bad impression.”

“Oh whatever. They are better off, I just ruin everything.”

“Oh. My. God.” Steve gasps, looking at Eddie like he’s figured everything out. “You’re self sabotaging!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! You think you’re the bad guy and so you’re trying to run away which is just making you even more of a bad guy which means my wife can stop threatening to shave your head.”

“I….. no man you don’t get it.”

“I do get it. I get it more than anyone else and let me be the first to tell you that you’re being a massive idiot.” He sighs, standing up. “Motley was waiting by that window to spot you that entire day.”

“S……she was?”

“Yeah Munson. She was.”

“I just….. I don’t want to be the one holding them back. I don’t want her to hate me.”

“Did you ever think that maybe Motley chose you? Like you chose Wayne?” Steve asks, watching Eddie deflate before his eyes before turning to the car. “I’m not paying by the way. Consider my advice enough.”

“Ass.”

Eddie spends the day of New Year’s Eve by the phone, fighting the urge to call.

What would he say? How would he explain?

No. Don’t call. This is for the better.

Yes. Call. Just pick the phone just for the chance to hear your voice.

God damn when did life get so complicated?

“What are you doing?” Wayne asks, watching eddie from his spot on the couch. “Quit wearing down my carpet.”

The carpet has been worn down since Eddie had moved in, but he chooses not to comment instead he sits by the phone, keeping his pinky on the handle of the plastic and glaring at it.

“You expecting a call?”

“No.” Eddie groans, rubbing his chest to try and relieve some of the pain built up. God he missed you guys. “Fuck. I’m gonna go smoke.”

He rushes to the back porch before Wayne could argue, hearing the old man laugh as he slams the door.

There is a dog out there when he exits, chewing on a stick found from the trees and sitting right by the fence. Upon looking a little closer he sees that the dog actually seems caught under the fence, like he was trying to sneak in.

“Jesus.” He murmurs, keeping the joint between his lips as he walks up, socked feet stepping on sticks and stones making him grunt out and try walking on his tippy toes.

He looks back with a smile, expecting a giggle from one of the girls at his weird walk before he realizes he’s alone. Shit.

The dog is panting patiently when Eddie comes up, and the man reaches a hand to let him sniff before moving to help. The dog chooses to kiss at his arm, tongue lapping at the skin as Eddie lifts the fence to try and help free him.

“Why you sneaking in pal?” He grunts, bending the fence. “You hungry?”

Within moments the dog is out, jumping up and kissing at his face for being rescued. “God. Motley would love you.”

“Shhhhh Ziggy.” Motley whispers to her baby sister, pulling her closer to the corner. The way daddy eddie set up her room was perfect.

He had put her bed in the center which left a small corner by her nightstand hidden from the door.

Over the past week she had looked for Daddy Eddie’s number, finding it sprawled under the label emergency numbers where he had written it under Wayne.

It was so weird that Daddy Eddie called his dad Uncle Wayne. Adults were so confusing.

Before you had left for your shift that night you made sure to wish Motley a happy new year and made her promise to behave. Little did you know that she had crossed her fingers behind her back.

The second you were gone she dashed to grab the closest phone, pulling it into her room and hiding it as Max struggled to cook nuggets for dinner.

Later that night when Auntie Max was reading on the couch Motley tiptoed to Ziggys room before sneaking her sister out of her crib and tip toeing back as Ziggy giggles happily.

“Sissy…” She giggles, pulling at Motleys cheeks happily. “Zigsy.”

“No your Ziggy silly. I’m motley.” She corrects as she shuffles with her sister in an awkward half hold half walk carry until they are in the corner. “Okay Ziggy. Sissy needs your help. You remember the plan?”

“Zigzy!”

“Oh boy…..”

The phone rings late, and Eddie sits up in the couch to lean his upper body to answer it, stressed and annoyed.

The stray dog lifts their head, huffing at being woken up and tilting to hear, one ear shooting up. “Easy Zeppelin.”

The dog barks, and Eddie likes to think he enjoyed the name as he picks the phone up. “Munson residence.”

God it felt weird saying that again.

“DADDY!” Motley whispers, sounding scared. Eddie is instantly up, standing on his feet and swiping at his face to wake up a little more.

“Motley? What’s wrong baby?”

“Someone’s trying to get in daddy.”

“Get in where? Where are you?” He’s already reaching for his keys, heart beating through his ears as his hands shake.

“We’re at home.” She whines.

“Where’s mommy?”

“At work!” Fuck. “Okay. Okay. Just hide. Just like daddy told you, remember? If anything happens, hide. You know where Ziggy is?”

“She’s with me.”

“Good girl. Get under your bed or in your closet. I’ll be right there.” He mumbles, calling out to Wayne to grab the phone before booking it out of the trailer.

He gives no time for the van to warm up, tearing out of the trailer park so quickly he’s sure he hit someone’s patio chair, mumbling under his breath a panicked “fuckfuckfuck”

The van is uneven as Eddie pulls in quickly, shifting gears to park so hard it makes a grinding sound before he is swinging the door open and tearing out. His feet hit the gravel before the grass as he rushes to the front door, using his shoulder to shove it open harshly.

A scream tears out in to the air at his entrance before a book is thrown at him which makes him yell out at whoever is in the house.

“EDDIE?!”

“MAXINE?!” He snaps, blinking at her. “What the fuck you doing?”

“What am I doing?! What are you doing?! You physco!”

“Motley said that someone was trying to break in!”

“I put Motley to bed an hour ago.” Max grunts, confusion lacing her features.

“You’re babysitting?”

“Obviously.”

“But her car is in the front.” Eddie felt like he was going crazy. “And since when does she work nights?!”

“Her car wouldn’t start so she took the bus today.” Max sighs, rolling her eyes. “And she needs extra cash. Probably for the plane tickets to get out of here.”

“Tickets out of….” Before Eddie can process her words any further there is a small pair of eyes looking around the corner drawing his attention.

Ziggy moves quickly, coming around the corner with a very excited giggle, walking to him as fast as her little feet would allow. “Da-Ed-ay!”

“Hey there baby girl.” He smiles, picking her up and swooping her into his arms to kiss all over her face. It was odd, just how much he missed this and it seemed like she had gotten so much bigger in the 4 days he missed.

“I swear to god I put her to bed. How did she get out of her crib?!” Max glares, right as the culprit behind it all comes rushing out to run at Eddie.

“I knew you’d come! I knew it daddy!” She giggles, running at him and throwing her arms around him tightly. “You came back!”

“Motley?” He starts, brain beginning to process what she was saying. “Did you…. Lie to get me here?”

“I did!” She smiles, peering up at him with big doe eyes. “I lied daddy! And now you’re here and you can take all my Barbie’s!”

“If you know lying is bad and you’ll get punished, why did you do it?” He asks, pulling her off before squatting to her level. “Metal head, that was very dangerous-“

A gust of air leaves him as her arms wrap around his neck tightly, tears springing from her eyes. “I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore.”

“Motley I’m not mad, that was just dangerous and it scare-“

“No! About Billy. I’m sorry daddy.” His heart plummets, his brain racking to figure out what she was talking about. Why was she sorry?

“No. No I’m sorry.” He sighs, turning to see Max staring at them intently. “Hey max. Think you can take Ziggy for a moment?”

“Sure thing mop head.” The redhead scoops Ziggy up causing the young toddler to scream and kick, reaching chubby fingers out for Eddie. As much as he wanted to take her back he had to focus on Motley.

“Come sit.” He nods his head, leading her to the kitchen table sitting in the chair beside hers and angling it so they were facing. “Listen….. Daddy ha- Well I have been feeling really bad about Christmas Eve. I never meant to do that, or to attack your dad in front of you.”

“But-“

“I owe you a big apology for that Motley. And I don’t know what you’re feeling sorry about, pretty girl, but it’s not your fault and you have no reason to be sorry.” He murmurs, swiping the tears that fall from her cheek. “You have done nothing wrong.”

“I told Billy he couldn’t come for Christmas Daddy!” She blurts, her tears hit against his thumb as he keeps swiping her cheek. “I’m sorry!”

“No no no. You don’t be sorry.” He moves to pick her up, sitting her on his lap with her face pressed into his chest as he rubs his palm over her hair to try and soothe her. “Let’s just take a deep breath, okay? Then you can tell me what happened.”

There’s something coiling in his gut at her tears. Pain, anger, sadness. He truly could not tell, but he kept her close and rocked her back and forth to let her cry. When she finally calmed down enough to talk she started telling him.

“He was really mean daddy. And he kept t-telling me that y-you we’re gonna replace me-“ her body racks with sobs again. “He said you didn’t want me. A-and I was upset! But he w-was mean to you-“

“Easy.” He whispers, wiping her cheek once more. “You gotta breathe pretty girl.”

“He was m-mean. Said mean things about you daddy and mean things ab- I’m sorry! I-“ her sobbing gets worse and Eddie shushes her, choosing to rock her back and forth and keep her in his tight embrace. “And you w-were ma-you were madatme.”

“No no. I was never mad.” He sighs. “Daddy was never mad at you.”

“You were.”

“No, I was just scared. I…. Daddy didn’t want you hating him.” Eddie explains. “I just wanted to give you space. Having 2 dads is confusing. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“He hit you.”

“Did he ever hit you motley?” Eddie asks sternly, squeezing her a bit in comfort.

“He spanked me.” That feeling in his stomach settled on rage.

“That’s not fair. And you shouldn’t have had to go through that.”

“Please don’t leave again.” As much as he wanted to promise her that he wouldn't, that wasn’t a promise he could make. You probably hated him, and he would have to talk this out with you first.

“Let’s get you to bed yeah? Daddy will tuck you in.”

“I want mama.”

“Well she’s at work.” He mumbles against her hair.

“Can we go get milkshakes?”

“I don’t know…..” it was almost 10. Then again it was New Year’s Eve and he didn’t want you taking the bus home so this would give him an excuse to go pick you up. “Only if they have chocolate.”

“You already know they have chocolate!” She giggles, and he can’t stop the way his heart seems to light up.

It was a busy night, and the smell of the jalapeno nachos all your tables were ordering was making you nauseated and angry. You wanted to throw up, maybe cry, maybe throw up then cry.

Apparently a town next to Hawkins lost power so a bunch of people were driving to this place to have a good new years which meant you were going to be stuck here forever. You found yourself stressing about the bus’ schedule as you dashed to run food.

This is what you had been doing when you spotted him. Running a tray of jalapeño nachos to your table, keeping it a safe distance from your nose as you thought about the fact that you might have to walk, and there he was.

Standing in the doorway, leather jacket and wide eyes, as you caught him looking for you. And he was holding Ziggy.

What the fuck Maxine?!

“Y/n get a move on!” Your manager calls and you snap out of it, moving to deliver the tray as the host seats Eddie.

You hear Motley call out “mommy!” And instantly knew that they would now be sat in your section. Did it make you a bad mother if you admitted you would rather die than face him tonight?

“Mama!” Your daughter calls, making you look over as she slides in, Eddie sitting right next to her and then you are forced to confront this. You should have learned about birth control. Better yet maybe you should have practiced the art of condoms more.

Thinking of all the ways you could have prevented this situation as you gaze at your daughters adorable smiling face. God she was beautiful….. still should have used a condom.

“What a surprise. I could have sworn I left you guys with Max.” You try to smile, avoiding looking at Eddie as Ziggy reaches for you. You grab her gently, bouncing her on your hip and she starts playing with your hair clip.

“I got daddy!” Motley admits proudly, pointing to Eddie which makes you look at him. Your heart thumping against your chest, adrenaline rushing through you as he stares at you with those god damn brown eyes.

“Munson.” You greet, turning back to Motley. “Girls, stay in the booth for a moment. Okay? I’m gonna talk to him outside.”

You walk off after that, leaving Eddie no choice but to follow as he jumps up and runs to catch up. The winter hair hits you, and you immediately wrap your arms around yourself to keep some of the warmth, the crappy waitress outfit doing nothing for you.

The second you hear your name fall from his lips you whirl, slapping him in the chest to push him back. “What the fuck is the matter with you munson?!”

“I…. Give me a moment to explain, please.”

“Explain?! EXPLAIN?!” A bitter laugh splits from your lips. “Look. I get it. My life was a bit too messy and fucked up, I’d run too. But you bringing the girls here is just making it worse. You’re going to get their hopes and it’s gonna crush them.”

“Too messy? Who said anything about it being too messy?”

“WHY ELSE WOULD YOU RUN?!” Your voice raises louder than you thought it would, but you don’t back down. “And I don’t appreciate you talking to my daughters without me. Now I gotta tell them-“

The words ‘my daughters’ sound wrong, and you can’t fight the disgust that coats you as you trail off, eyes widening as he stares back at you with a set jaw. “I just mean….. I get why you left okay? My life is chaos and you were really nice for staying and pretending like it was fine. But those girls…. They can’t know you left cause of that. I was hoping, as shitty as it sounds, that after a couple years they’d forget. Y’know?”

You are swiping at your cheeks as tears stream down your face, trying not to look at him. You catch him moving up, his hands outstretched, but you move backwards so he can’t grab you. “Eds. Y-you should just go. Okay? It’ll be fine.”

“No it won’t-“

“It will. I’ll be fine. I won’t be mad-“ then his arms are around you, pulling you in quickly as he shoves your head into his chest and you get to inhale his scent once more. Doing your best not to outright sob.

“I was the mess.” He blurts. “I was scared, okay? I was scared that Billy was gonna turn everyone against me, and I was scared that I ruined Motleys Christmas.”

You scoff, trying to pull away, not really believing the excuse. Before you can fully move he wraps an arm around your waist, his other hand moving to your jaw to drag your eyes up to his own. “I was scared. I was a coward.”

“But-“

“No buts. I didn’t leave cause I thought you were a mess, baby I think you’re perfect and your daughters are so fucking precious to me. I…. You really thought I was running cause I couldn’t handle it?”

“I just-“

“Y/n!” Your boss calls from the door, looking exasperated. “You gettin sick again? Need to go? Or you wanna get paid so you can afford maternity leave?”

You tense again under Eddie’s touch, stomach curling as you try and take a step back while Eddie’s brows knit in confusion before he turns to glare at your boss. “She’s sick.”

“Fine. Take her home. Just have to transfer tables.” The man snaps, turning to walk back in before Eddie is whirling on you.

“Am I crazy or did he just say maternity leave?”

“Eddie….” You sigh, feeling saliva build up as you panic. He watches you, taking a step back just as you lean forward to puke.

The car ride is silent. Not the serene kind of quiet and more so the anxiety inducing type.

You had no clue what to say to him at this point. Suddenly everything just seemed to….. silly. You’re reaction and his reaction. You should have just called. Why hadn’t you called?

No, he should have called.

You were being a decent person and giving him space and “mama?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I sleep with you and daddy tonight?”

“Ya!” Ziggy yells, making Eddie chuckle under his breath as he leans to turn the heater in the car up. It had been forever since you had ridden in this van, since he deemed it unacceptable to drive the girls around in since it lacked seatbelts or a backseat. Even now everytime he braked he means a hand out to block the girls even with Ziggy in your lap.

“I don’t know…”

“Please! Please please.”

“We will talk about it when we get home.”

Only there was no talking about it, the second you got home with the girls Motley ran to throw away her to go milkshake cup then dashed to your bed quickly which turned into a screaming fit when you tried to tell her no.

The word condom just kept circling your mind as you finally just told her to lay down, she did so and Ziggy soon made her appearance to crawl onto the bed.

Eddie takes off his shoes. Moving to lay with the girls as you turn off one of the lights so the room was dark enough for them to fall asleep, and then you shuffle to the bathroom to shower before bed so you didn’t smell like grease and beer.

It wasn’t even 10 minutes before you heard the door open and shut softly, you turn already knowing he is heading for the shower and watch as the curtain opens lightly.

Normally he would jump right in like he belonged there which would make you laugh, tonight he had a questioning gaze, trying not to over step. You give him a small nod and then the curtain is pushed aside and he dives in, still in his shirt and jeans.

“Edward-“ you warn before his lips are on yours in a searing kiss. He keeps one hand on your jaw to keep your lips connected as his other wraps around your back to keep you close as the water runs over both of you getting his clothes soaked. By the time you pull back he’s already working his way down your neck with kisses as you earn him again “clothes.”

The hand holding your jaw moves to cover your mouth quickly as he peers at you, giving you a fake angry expression that has you laughing. “Do not wake our kids.” He whispers before stepping back to undress.

The jeans take a moment to shuck off since they were wet but the second he is free Eddie dives for you again, showing up just how much he missed you.

You sit with him on the floor of the kitchen by the fridge, using the light above the oven as your only source of light while you both snack, keeping cuddled together in nothing but your robes.

Nothing has been said yet, and you were just fine with that, exhausted and happy that he was there. But he has to ruin it, of course he does.

“I’m still sorry.” He murmurs, scraping the cream of one side of an Oreo using the empty side.

“I am too. I think we’re both incredibly stupid right now.”

“You’re telling me.” He blushes. “I just…. There was a time in my life when I hated Uncle Wayne. I had this image in my mind that he was trying to tear me away from my dad. Fuck I just wanted to be with my dad, I looked up to him whether he beat me or not and- the way I treated Wayne and the way I hated him….. my dad didn’t help, everytime I went back with him my mom and I just ended right back up at Wayne’s with more bruises than last time. And when she passed I was the only one there to inflict it. Wayne for him arrested and I swore my world was ending, swore I would never talk to Wayne again.”

“You thought that was what was going on with Motley? That she felt like you were tearing her and her dad apart?”

“Yes and no. I just was trying to prevent that from happening, I didn’t want her to have to experience that choice.” He whispers, picking at the robe. “I just wanted to protect her.”

“She wanted to protect you too.” You whisper back. “That’s love.”

“Billy told her that…. That I was gonna try and replace her.” He gulps, and you stop smiling instantly. “And now that you’re pregnant, and as happy as I am because I am so happy, I need to make sure she knows that I’m not trying to replace her.”

“We’ll make it work.” You mumble, laying your head on his shoulder. “We always do”

He hums out, laying his head on top of yours and sitting in the silence for a moment before you break it once more. “Where are your rings?”

“Haven’t worn them since I got arrested.” He answers, holding up his bare hands. “My fingers were too bruised and swollen at first, then I just couldn’t care to put them on.”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go to bed..”

“Give me five more minutes.” He whispers, turning his head to kiss your own, keeping his nose pressed into your hair.

“Why?”

“I just…. I just want to be near you for a little longer.”

The sun peaks through the curtains, hitting Eddie right in the face which in return makes him groan out, moving the pillow around to try and block it. I’m his attempt to move Ziggy wiggles around, giving a displeased noise that her dad woke her up from sleeping before moving to lay right on his chest.

Motley does not move an inch, mouth wide open and eyes sealed shut, Eddie has to reach a hand out to poke her and make sure she’s not dead.

She wrinkles her nose, moving closer and shoving her face in your pillow, staying peacefully asleep.

You’re sitting at the edge of the bed, and he can only blink at you trying to straighten his eyesight as he watches you zip up your work boots. (For some reason I imagine go go boots with the 70s look. I don’t know guys. I….. I have no clue).

“You going to work?” He blurts, making you jump.

“Sorry, yeah. Max will be here soon to watch the girls. We agreed on it last night before I left.” You mumble, moving to grab your apron.

“I can watch em….” He whispers, staring at you. The way the sun from the window hits you makes you look angelic.

“Okay.” You smile, moving to kiss Motley and Ziggys heads before you move to walk away. Fully offended Eddie snatches your hand and draws you back, annoyed at the shit eating grin on your face.

“Baby,” he whines making you let out a small laugh and lean down to kiss his lips before rushing to leave.

He lays with the girls for a little longer making sure the blanket is covering all three of them before the day truly has to start and he forces himself to get up. Setting Ziggy down without waking her up was a difficult task but he managed, shuffling to the bathroom to change into todays clothes, thankful that he no longer has to wear all the shit clothes he left at Wayne’s when he originally moved out.

Upon exiting the bathroom he nearly trips over Motley, who had been sitting in front of the door. “What are you doing Metalhead?”

“You took forever…” she whines, wrapping herself around his calf which makes him smile. “I wanna stay with you.”

“Okay,” he answers, moving down to peel her off his leg and letting her climb up for a piggy back. “You’re gonna help me make breakfast then.”

“Waffles?”

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” He smirks, walking down the hall as the front door opens to reveal Max.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” She rushes out, face red from running. “I woke up a little late and-“

“It’s no problem. I’m here if you had other things to do.” Eddie offers. “Or you can stay and have some breakfast?”

“Sounds great. I’m kinda ignoring the rest of the group right now.” She explains, setting her bag down and following them into the kitchen. Eddie gets Max set up at the table, trying to set Motley with her but the girl wiggles and whines so he allows her to stay.

He listens to Max rant about the group as he moves around to make waffles, enjoying the easy feeling he gets being here. God why did he ever leave home?

“-And Lucas is just always set out to fight Erica. You’d think he had a crush on Dustin and wanted to date him. You know? I get it, your baby sister starts dating your closest friend. A little weird. But get over it!”

“I think Uncle Dustin and Auntie Erica are so cute!” Motley adds which makes Eddie chuckle a bit.

“Lucas is upset because he always thought they were in agreement that Erica was annoying.” He explains, bending down to set Motley down and bring the food to the table. “But it’s been months. Time to move on.”

“Exactly!” Max sighs right as Ziggy comes pounding in with an angry look.

“Alone….” She whines and Eddie smiles at her. “Aweee did you wake up alone? My poor little baby.” He coos, picking her up and bringing her close to kiss before setting her on his lap to help her eat. He already knew she would not be into the high chair based on the way even Motley was clinging to him.

Even now, as she used a spoon to shove waffles in her mouth, she kept a hand on his own arm to keep him close.

“I’m gonna work on mamas car today.” He explains. “I’ll be right outside. So maybe you girls can stay in here and keep Max company.”

“I wanna stay with you.” Motley whines, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“No it’s too cold. You stay in here. Okay?” And then Eddie gave her his puppy dog eyes. Oh yeah, can’t beat dads game.

She groans and looks at Max who smiles in return. “I’ve been practicing my barbie voices just for you.”

“Fine! But barbie is married to G.I. Joe! Ken is the villain. We’re not arguing about it again.”

“But isn’t it Barbie and Ken? Wouldn’t Joe be the villain?”

“Maxine.” Motley warns, slamming her tiny hand on the table.

“Fine. Got it.”

It didn’t last long.

Eddie had put on his mechanic suit, trying to keep warm as he took a look at what was going on with your car. 15 minutes in Motley came out wearing her snowsuit and smiling. “Look daddy! I can help!”

“I thought I said to stay inside-“ a laugh breaks out when she takes off the hood of the snow suit to reveal that she tied a bandana over her head like a hat. “That’s not how you tie it. Come here.”

He helps her tie it like his, telling her to sit a little closer to the grass as he keeps working, making sure the radio is on a station she would like as he does so.

By the time you get home she is making snow angels in the snow of the lawn as he curses under his breath.

“What’s going on?” You ask, making him jump and hit his head on the hood of your car. “Oh! I’m so sorr-“

“It’s good. I’m good.” He laughs, letting you fuss over him anyways. He takes his chance to kiss at you before you are pulling back.

“You are covered in car nastiness-“

“You mean grease and oil?” He laughs, keeping you trapped in his arms to rub his cheek on your shoulder. You yell out playfully, still trying to escape as he does so.

“Does this mean you guys are good?” Steve appears, dustin behind him. “Are you done being mad at me Y/n?”

“I was never mad at you!” Eddie keeps his arms around you as you turn to look at Steve, making sure Motley is good.

“Yes you were. I waved at you the other night and you completely ignored me.”

“I didn’t see you wave.” You reply and Eddie can’t help but laugh.

“I called your name!”

“It was a busy restaurant, how am I supposed to hear everything.” You scoff, pulling from Eddie’s arms and flipping your hair. “Come on Motley. Let’s go inside.”

“Just admit you saw me wave!” Steve groans, following you to the door before Motley turns to shove him and close the door in his face. “Rude!”

“Steve, did you just get beat up by a kid?” Dustin laughs.

“It’s Eddie’s kid. Does that count?”

“My kids are great!”

Things took a moment to get back to normal, but that was to be expected.

Eddie found the folder of all your research on places to go, running his fingers over the math you sprawled across the pages to figure out how you would afford it, he promptly threw it in the trash bins outside.

Motley stayed glued to Eddie as much as she could, and in the mornings when he had to get up for work she made sure to wake him up and give him a kiss by the door making sure that he swore to come back before she would dash down the hall and lay with you.

Makeup Christmas happened, except it was only Wayne that was invited and instead of a whole feast you guys ordered a crap ton of Chinese food.

Wayne came over early, sneaking around the back and coming in through the back door which confused the girls to no end but they were excited to see their grandpa.

Ziggy also proved that she learned 2 more words by saying “shit grandpa!” All excited and reaching her hands up for him to grab her.

He howls with laughter, scooping her up and throwing her in the air as she screams in excitement.

Everyone sits around the tree opening gifts, Wayne on the couch with Ziggy on his lap helping her open the gifts. Eddie sat by the tree, passing them out with Motley right by him and you next to her.

He pulls out an envelope that has his name sprawled on it and looks at you.

“I had a plan for Christmas. But I kind of had to redo it. I planned on giving you the stick, but figured since you already know I’d get the ultrasound.” Yoh blush, watching his excitedly tear it open.

It’s quiet for a moment as everyone watches him admire the photo, smiling from ear to ear.

“Anything you notice?” You ask, waiting.

“What do you mean?” He asks, before Wayne snaps his fingers and grabs the photo gently.

“There’s two.” Wayne grunts before his eyes light up. “You’re having twins!”

“Obviously….” Eddie mumbles, “we already knew that?”

“What?”

“The stick? It had two blue lines? So that means we’re having twin boys? Right?” Eddie mumbles, staring at you like your crazy.

It’s quiet for a moment as you and Wayne process what he said before you burst into laughter, the girls following even though they had no clue what was going on.

“Not even close boy!” Wayne cackles as you have to wipe some of the tears from your eyes.

“Does that mean you’re pregnant mommy?” Motley asks, turning to look at you with wide eyes. Your heart stops, going back to what Eddie had told you.

“Yes. Mommy is pregnant .” You wait to see her reaction and Eddie finds himself reaching for the gift he had added two days ago. “Motty. I have something for you.”

He snatches the tiny box, holding it out to her. “It’s a really important gift though. Okay?”

She nods slowly, taking the box from him and opening it just as slow. Inside held a simple chain necklace, but when she pulled it out it revealed that he had hung his mothers ring on it, the one he normally wore on his right hand by itself. “I was told to give this ring to someone very special. It’s from my own mom.”

She gasps, turning to him. “You’re giving it to me?!”

“Well yeah! You’re my oldest kid. My firstborn.” He laughs, moving to help her put it on. Then he snatches another box and hands it to her. “This one is for both you and your sister.”

She reaches for it and opens it gently, pulling out a heavy chain that has a dog tag connected to it. “Another necklace?”

“Well…..” Wayne laughs, flipping it to reveal what the dog tag says.

“Who is Zeppeplin?”

“Zeppelin, baby.” You correct, already standing up.

“Who is Zeppelin?” She giggles, which makes Eddie laugh, picking her up by her armpits to make her stand as you go and open the back door.

The dog, a young little puppy at most, snaps his head to the noise and wags it’s tail excitedly upon seeing you.

“Come in!” You smile and he bolts from his spot tearing up sticks to get inside. Once he hits the threshold of the house he is everywhere. Sniffing the fridge to the chairs, jumping on his hind legs to clean up the high chair where Ziggy left her banana. After inhaling that he bolts to explore more, completely missing the living room as he bolts down the hall to sniff all the rooms.

Once Motley sees the flash of fur she screams in excitement, which draws the puppy back and they both just feed off each others excitement.

She’s jumping up and down, screaming in excitement and the dog starts howling to match her while his butt starts wiggling at how hard he is wagging his tail.

“I am so excited for Chinese later.” Wayne murmurs, coming to hug you as Eddie tries to calm both the noisemakers down. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course, you’re grandpa.” You smile, watching Ziggy from his arms just stare intently at the scene before her. “She can’t tell whether to be excited or scared.”

Wayne laughs, pointing to the dog and trying to help Ziggy see him.

Later that evening everyone sits around the table, Max with you all, as you pile Chinese food onto the plates. Motley keeps showing Max the necklace she got while Wayne keeps bragging to Eddie about his new Jean jacket.

Zeppelin chooses to sit by Ziggy, and it’s very clear that the dog has already figured out who will drop the most food. Ziggy giggles every time she drops a piece of broccoli and he catches it.

“Now we’re gonna have to watch her every time we give her veggies.” Eddie groans. “She’s got an accomplice!”

“Zeppy and Ziggy!” Motley cheers like their superheroes.

February rolls around soon enough, and your daughters biggest catastrophe had nothing to do with the restraining order on Billy, or her dads new bike (which she was terrified of). No. Motleys world was ending over valentines cards.

Eddie had helped her pick them out, little heart shaped cards that you could stick lollipops in, and had sat with her to write in them as you took Ziggy in for a haircut.

The only one that Motley had not written a card for was Troy, and now the morning of Valentine’s Day she was still panicking.

“I can’t write love cause then he will want to get married!” She explains and Eddie nods like it’s super serious. “And I can’t write like, because then he will know I have a crush on him!”

“Glad you can admit it.” He nods and she rolls her eyes. “Here’s an idea! Okay, you ready metal head?”

“Ready daddy!”

“You can write ‘from Motley’.” He laughs, watching her face go serious.

“That’s what I wrote on the others!”

“Exactly.” He watches as she thinks about it before nodding quickly and writing it down, tossing it in her valentines box and dashing to grab her backpack.

“She finally figure out Troys?” You ask, shuffling Ziggy in. “It’s been days.”

“She did. We decided on writing ‘from motley’.” He smiles, leaning forward to kiss you before leaning down to kiss your stomach then Ziggy.

“Stevie….” Ziggy giggles, running to the phone. It didn’t take long to figure out that she would be the one to run the phone bill up, even now she spent every morning learning to dial her uncle Steve’s number. She dialed Dustin once but deemed him “poopoo head.”

“Nuh uh. Come eat pretty girl.” Eddie calls, pointing to her chair. “Zeppelin is waiting.”

The dog, who just a month ago had been tiny enough to lay under her chair, now sat at full height beside it. Still a puppy, just bigger.

Ziggy runs, her little pigtails bouncing as Eddie picks her up by the overalls to sit her in the chair. Now trained Ziggy eats his dog food beside her rather than everything she drops, and if somehow someway some of her waffle drops in his bowl then it can’t really be considered his fault.

“Motley, hurry up baby.” You call. “We gotta go.”

“You good to pick Wayne up?” Eddie asks, moving to grab his lunch.

“Yes. I’ll drop Motley off at school and go and grab him.” Wayne had injured his hip, so today you’ll be taking him to the doctors to see what the plan was while Eddie went to work.

“Okay. And Ziggy is still good to-?”

“Ziggy and Zeppelin are going to Nancy’s, yes.” You smile. Nancy had just given birth to her third boy, and she liked having Ziggy over because she liked having another girl in the house.

“Okay. Tell me how it goes?” He asks, leaning to give you one more goodbye kiss as you nod before moving to say bye to Motley. “BYE BEAUTIFUL LADIES!”

The day had started off so well, you should have known it would only go downhill from there.

Wayne sat in the passenger seat of your car, irritated and ranting about shitty doctors. “I’m not doing it. You hear me? Just give me some Tylenol and I’ll be fine.”

“MOMMY!” Ziggy screams, from her spot on her car seat.

The doctor had told Wayne he needed hip surgery and could not work, which meant that Wayne was pissed and you were panicking about what to do. He couldn’t work which meant he wouldn’t be able to make rent and he would need some help to move around. Then when you got to Steve and Nancy’s she had told you that Ziggy had taken quite a stumble off the table and scratched her chin on the corner of the table.

It was a mess.

Both of them were not having a good day and Zeppelin was howling at their ranting and screaming and as much as you loved them you truly debated crashing the car.

Then you got home to yelling.

Eddie stood in the living room, still in his work attire with his hands on his hips and his eyes wide. “You’re in rare fucking form today, you know that?!”

The response to his question is met with a demonic scream from down the hall and you can only assume that Motley was having a bad time as well.

“I’m not getting a surgery, you hear me Edward?” Wayne snaps, limping to the couch.

“What the fuck are you on now?” He snaps back, looking at him annoyed as Ziggy rushes past crying. “What the fuck is going on?”

“It’s apparently a meltdown day.” You sigh, moving to kiss his cheek and go into the kitchen to make a snack for yourself.

Todays pregnancy craving was potato chips with lime juice and pickles, Eddie watches from the entrance of the kitchen with a smile as you settle at the table and enjoy your snack.

He moves and takes the seat next to you, following your lead on snacks.

“Why is Metalhead in ‘rare fucking form’ today?” You giggle, watching his face pinch in annoyance.

“I pick her up and she gets in the car, right? And then she just starts screaming at me! And I mean screaming. The entire ride home! And from what I gather Vinny didn’t give her a valentines card.” He explains. “God. She was yelling like she was possessed. Then I tried explaining that maybe it was lost and that made it worse.”

“Did she get one from Troy?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think she cares either.” He sighs, rubbing his jaw.

“Okay, we let her ride out the fit in her room. We’ll call Steve later to see what happened.”

“Sounds great to me.” He smiles. “She scared me a little. Threatened to cut her hair and everything. Then threatened to cut MY hair.”

A small laugh tears from you as he steals the potato chip in your hand before looking to Wayne’s direction. “They recommend surgery?”

“It wasn’t a recommendation.” You sigh, grabbing his hand and tracing the tattoo. “I think we need to move the house around.”

“What?”

“If Wayne gets surgery he needs to be here. I’ll cut back shifts at the diner and help him out.” You start. “He won’t be able to use the stairs so maybe we can move our room downstairs which would give more room for the twins cribs in our room, but Ziggy has problems with the stairs and she likes coming in to sleep with us cause of the nightmares but-“

“Easy. Easy.” Eddie mumbles, turning his hand up quickly to snatch your hand and pull it to his lips. “We’ll figure it out.”

And so you did.

Eddie moved the house around, and turned the basement into a bedroom for you guys. Now with more room and your own bathroom down here he could set up the cribs.

Wayne took your old room, and though the man threw a fit the girls got excited that Grandpa Wayne would be living here now.

He got the surgery in the beginning of March, and Motley and Vinny were still fighting.

You spent your days helping Wayne, taking him to pt and helping him move around the house.

Motley and Vinny got put into separate classes which lead to a whole argument between Steve and Eddie about whose kid was the one to blame.

Life was a bit of a mess.

It all came to head at the children's father dance.

Eddie had dressed in a tux, making sure he looked good as you got Motley ready for the night. With Wayne napping on the couch with Ziggy asleep on his chest drooling (a daily nap these two took) Zeppelin follows at your feet, keeping close to you as you did Motley's hair.

“How do I look?” Eddie asks from the door of the bathroom. “I have a date tonight and I’m really nervous.”

“Daddy!” Motley giggles, rushing to him in her puffy little skirt, hugging him tightly.

“Alright you two. Let me get a picture.” You smile, rushing past to find where the camera had gone. By the time you got a picture of them Motley was rushing Eddie out, ready for the dance.

He struggles to find parking, and ends up finding one right next to Steve’s car, rolling his eyes when he sees Harrington fixing his jacket while Vinny reads in the car.

“Harrington.” He greets coldly, fixing his leather jacket and moving to open the door for his daughter.

“Munson.” Steve matches the tone, scoffing at Eddie’s jacket. “Little Munson.”

“Uncle Steve.” She huffs, fixing her hair.

“Really? A leather jacket Edward?”

“You look like you stepped off a Queen music video, Steven.” Eddie snaps, holding out his hand for Motley. Fighting or not they wait at the front of the car for Steve and Vinny. Walking into the dance together.

“I’m surprised that they even let you in here. Your child is a danger to society.” Steve snaps as they wait in line for tickets.

“Let’s talk about your kid giving everyone but my sweet Angel a valentines card. That’s barbaric.” Eddie defends, watching Motley wave to her friends.

“He didn’t want to. And I don’t need to tell him what to do.” Steve blushes, turning to look at something to avoid looking at Eddie.

“There it is again. You’re acting so fucking suspicious about that card, man.” Eddie points at him, silver rings glinting in the light. “Tell me what you know.”

“Tickets?” The poor woman asks, interrupting their stand off.

“Yes please. Four.”

“No two. I’ll get my tickets.”

“No I’ll get them”

“You’re not buying me ,Steven.”

“He’s buying me.” Motley smiles, snatching the money from Steve’s hands and setting them on the table before grabbing two tickets. “Let’s go get some pop, daddy.”

Eddie can do nothing but follow, letting the little lady lead the way.

After about an hour of Motley showing him everything and introducing him to all her friends she abandoned him to hang out with some of the girls in her class, making sure Eddie was okay where he sat at an empty table nursing a can of soda.

It felt like high school again, watching the way all the other dads surrounded Harrington as the pta moms that decorated huddled together and giggled in the corner. At least the kids were having fun.

Eddie wished you were here, you would be sitting with him.

“Jesus. Gary never shuts up.” Steve mumbles, snapping Eddie out of his train of thought. “I got you a slice of pizza.”

He sets the slice down, giving Eddie a weird smile as he scarfs down his own slice. But eddie wasn’t very hungry, instead he surveyed to check on motley and see her giggling with all her friends as they dance in a circle.

“Your kid has been sitting alone, you gonna help?” Eddie asks, looking to where Vinny sits reading a book.

“I tried earlier. He just said something about me embarrassing him more.” Steve sighs. “Then complained that I ruin everything.”

“What happened? I’ve never seen him alone at a party.”

“Have I not told you? Your daughter is the popular one. They made her move classes and he was left in their old class struggling to make friends.” Steve mumbles.

“Why don’t you get one of the many dads following you around to get their kids over there? It feels like I’m in highschool again, waiting for your cronies to shove me in the bathrooms and lock me in again.”

“How long were you in that bathroom, again? Two hours?”

“Three.” Eddie sighs. “I smoked and set off an alarm so the principal found me.”

“Sorry.”

“Wasnt one of your worst. I was fine.” Eddie shrugs. “Sorry about Vinny.”

“I have faith.” Steve sighs, leaning back in his chair. “I also cannot believe I’m at a daddy daughter dance.”

“It’s a father kid dance?”

“They didn’t want the boys feeling left out.” Steve explains.

“I see.” Eddie smiles, picking at the pizza.

“He wrote one. You know?”

“Sorry?”

“Vinny wrote one. He wrote a valentine for Motley and got her a big chocolate bar. But a girl made fun of him in the parking lot and he panicked.” Steve explains. “Ripped it up and left the chocolate on my car to melt on the seats.”

“I can clean that.”

“You can?!”

“Oh yeah. I got you Harrington.” Eddie laughs right as another dad comes to the table.

“Howdy gentleman.” He smiles, sitting down. Eddie has to blink to recognize, holy shit that’s Tommy. “Oooo. I’m sitting at the hellfire table. So scary…”

“Do you have a kid here…?” Steve asks, blinking slowly.

“Yeah.” He slurs, pointing to the young kid stuffing his face with marshmallows. “You guys want some whiskey?”

“Jesus. I smell it from here man.” Steve snaps, standing up.

“I’m driving. Hard pass.” Eddie laughs, standing with Steve.

“It’s so weird to me that you two are friends! That shit is like….. mind flowing!”

“Blowing.” Steve corrects and Eddie sighs. “Damn it Harrington. It was a trap.”

“Blowing is more for you guys, if you know what I mean.” Tommy laughs and Eddie shakes his head.

“How did you fall for that Harrington? You made that line.” Eddie grumbles, moving to find Motley. “Hey Metalhead?”

“Yeah daddy?” She asks, coming up with her cheeks bright red from all the dancing.

“Have you eaten?” He asks, offering her a bite of his pizza before looking back over to Vinny. “Think you can go help him out?”

“Yeah. I guess.” She sighs, kissing his cheek and rushing to find Vinny and bring him out to dance.

By the end of the night Eddie has danced to about every little pop song she wants, and by the time he is bringing her to the car it’s more of a carrying her situation as Steve tries to trip Vinny up.

“Have a good night Harringtons.” Eddie laughs.

“Sleep tight Munsons.”

“Shouldn't you be in bed?” Eddie asks, peering up at you over his book as you shuffle and pace around the room.

“Shut up.” You grunt, waving your hand at him. Your face is pinched up and Eddie finds himself sitting up and staring at you.

“What’s going on here?”

“Edward shut UP!” You snap, pacing back to the wall and holding your hands against it to try and breathe in. “Sorry. Sorry that was mean.”

“Are you in pain?” He mumbles, standing up and putting on his slippers.

It was your ninth month, and Eddie was anxious because he had never experienced the pregnancy part of it all before so every kick and movement made him worried.

“Eddie. Edward. Eds.” You grunt out, and right there something trickles down your leg.

“Did you just pee?”

“EDWARD!”

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torio12539 · 1 month ago

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Yo girl - chapter 2 // Hazel Callahan x Reader

Series summary: you are a part of the most popular clique in school, though you don't feel like you fit in well with them and it all goes downhill once you get to know the new girl at your school

A/n: the series is based mostly on the 1989 film "Heathers" and a little bit on the 2010 musical adaptation, reader is based on Veronica Sawyer, some characters might be a bit ooc, I tried my best to minimize that though. This series may contain some things that may disturb some people, I further elaborate in the warnings. Also keep in mind that I'm not native in English so there might be some grammatical errors or typos I didn't notice. Also if you'd like to be tagged when new chapters come out let me know, I'll make a taglist.

Series warnings: depictions of violence, murder, mentions of suicide, bombs, bullying, and sexual harassment. These warnings weren't written in any particular order.

Chapter summary: after Hazel sneaks into your room you decide to let her stay the night over. The next day when you go to apologize to Isabel a small mistake of carelessness makes everything go downhill

Chapter warnings: Hazel and reader make out (though I don't write anything more explicit than that), murder.

[prologue] [part 1] [part 3]

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I ask completely shocked and I don't know what baffled me more: the fact that she knew where I lived without me even telling her or her coming in through the window without even telling me she's coming over "I don't know, I wanted to see you I guess" she tells me and god even though she just sneaked in through the window I couldn't help but find her cute.

"Fine" I said "you can stay over night, but please don't ever pull something like that again" I told her "Thanks I won't do it again, promise" she responded "So what do you wanna do?" I asked her "I honestly don't really know, I just wanted to see you" she said "oh by the way, how was the party?" she asked "complete and utter shit" I answered "I'm so sorry, what happened?" so I tell her the events of the party, and she starts to comfort me "I'm so sorry it happened, but you're okay now, don't mind her, if she's being a bitch she doesn't deserve you" she tells me as she hugs me, and in a moment of vulnerability and decision fatigue I kiss her and she kisses back, I run my fingers through her hair and she deepens the kiss.

It went on for what? 10? 20 minutes? I lost track of time, but I did know that it was late, and that I'm tired so I tell her "Hey, we should probably go to sleep, it's already late, do you want me to see if I have any spare clothing that would fit you?" I ask her "yeah thank you" she answers, she goes to the bathroom to change after I find something for her and I get settled in bed, when she comes out she gets into the bed too and wraps her arms around me "Good night" I tell her "good night"

When we wake up my parents are not home, I go down and get me something to eat when a thought pops into my mind "You know what will be real funny?" I ask her "what?" "If we went and pranked Isabel as revenge" I tell her "Is she even home?" Hazel asks "I'm more than sure she probably doesn't even have the strength to get out of bed after yesterday" "fair point, so what do you wanna do?"

We get to Isabel's house and I already know where the spare keys out. Isabel's house is fancy, nothing new, and we go to the kitchen looking for stuff we can use to mix up a 'hangover cure' from her nightmares "Hey what do you think if we mixed noodle soup and milk?" I ask her "sure well I'm more so a drain cleaner type of girl" Hazel says while holding a bottle full of drain cleaning liquid and pours it into a mug "Don't be a dick, that stuff would kill her" I tell Hazel "Nah, I think it will just make her kind of sick" she responds "yeah, 'kind of'" I laugh, "Alright well let's see if we can just cough up some phlegm" she offers "yeah, come on" I tell her as we both try to cough up as much as we can into a different mug, after a while, satisfied with our results we bring it to Isabel's room. "Isabel? Wake up" I tell her as she wakes up "[Name] what are you doing here, and you brought your little crush with you, how cute" she mocks "I think last night we both said some things we didn't mean, so I decided to bring you this hangover cure and make amends" it's clear she doesn't buy it "Yeah sure, it's probably full of spit and snot, I'm not gonna drink this" she says "told you it will be way too intense for her" Hazel teases "Oh my god grow up, do you think I'm gonna cave just because you called me a coward" I give Hazel a knowing look and soon enough she snatches the cup from Hazel's hand "Give me this" she said before chugging down it's contents, though the situation soon turns sour as Isabel starts gripping her throat, she was choking, and before she fell down on the ground with a crash I see a little bit of blue liquid dribbling from her lips 'shit'

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A/n: Another chapter over and done with yay! I am sorry if some parts are a bit lackluster, it was my first time writing something like this and I am also sick, as always criticism is more than welcome so long as you're nice and respectful about it.

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CHAPTER SEVEN - TOJI

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Within the next few minutes, I’ll be dead. I knew this the moment I saw that blue-eyed freak reappear after when I thought I killed him. Fucking sorcerers and their cursed technique bullshit. Maybe I was too confident thinking I would win the second time. I doubted myself at first, but then I calmed down… No.

I was just too confident.

A world like this wasn’t meant for a monkey like me. I was born into a fucked up family that treated me like shit because I didn’t have any cursed technique. The scar on my lip reminds me of it every day. I got over it, though. I accepted this was my faith. I served my purpose, and it was time for me to go.

Still, I can’t help but wish I made it out alive. That I had a little bit more time.

“Nah,” I replied, vaguely.

How am I supposed to answer some cliché question like that?

Any last words?

Why would I tell him that?

Tell him about the thoughts and images that’s in my head.

Tell him that I had a wife who I actually saw some good in me. Good enough to get pregnant and raise a kid together. Tch, me? Toji Fushiguro? A husband and father? I never thought I would live to see the day. And of course, it didn’t last long.

My wife died because of an incurable sickness. I never felt pain before. Not when I’m standing here with half my body blown off. Not when my family tortured me. But the day she died, I felt pain. I didn’t cry. I just felt empty. Felt like I had no reason to be decent anymore. How was I supposed to raise a kid by myself?

She told me I was going to be okay.

I wasn’t okay.

I’m a fucked a person.

A fucked up father.

. . . I was never made to be a fucking dad. Me selling my son to my family is better than what I could’ve done for him. It wouldn’t make any difference if I was or was not in his life because I would never be good enough to be a father. . . A person. . . But I met. . . Her.

In my final moments, I think of my late wife, my son, and—

“Dad!” Megumi’s deafening voice wakes me up. “It’s almost five. We have to go to the store.”

What the…

What the fuck was that?

Lately my mind has been clogged with thoughts and what feels like memories I used to have. Could never decipher them, but that dream was probably the clearest I had.

Me being on the verge of death (wouldn’t be the first time), apparently being killed by some blue-eyed fuck. Giving Megumi away to the Zen’in Family? Like fucking hell. I would endure the shit they put me through every day for the rest of my life knowing it would keep my kid safe. I just don’t understand these dreams I’ve been having.

Are they signs? Is my judgment day coming where I would have to atone to my sins? Some bad shit about to happen to me? Megumi? I don’t fucking know.

I don’t care for karma. I don’t care for faith, destiny, or any of that manifestation bullshit. But I do believe in purpose, and sometimes I feel like I don’t have any. That there isn’t any.

I’m a dad. For what? To fail my son. I was a husband, had my flaws but shit, I tried. And for what? To lose her only after being parents together for eight years? It was unexpected. Nature calling, and at the moment, I never hated whatever fucking god above so much because they took her away from me.

From me and Megumi.

Please take care of Megumi.

It’s like I can hear her lecturing me about all the times I had our kid eating take out or having him walk home alone from school.

Take care of Megumi. . . Yeah, I’m trying.

I have to do better.

I need to.

The little purpose I have is left for him.

“If you can’t go anymore, can you at least give me the money so I can go by my-”

“No,” I interrupted, clearing my throat. “No, let’s go. Sorry, kid. Your old man was dozing off.”

Here’s another thing about being a parent. Being around other parents who force small talk while their kids go off and buy shit. Because we’re parents, that means we have to share funny stories and randomly show baby photos to people you don’t even fucking know. Why? I don’t know, but I bet the mom next to me that has been talking my ears out for the past fifteen minutes could tell you.

Having Megumi as my kid means he’s going to have most, if not some, of my traits. One of them being how much of a loner I am that appreciates his space. After my failed attempt to walk around with the kid to maybe have some father-son bonding, I figured I just stand at a comfortable distance and let him do his own thing.

No pressure. I’m on his time. Not the other way around.

Still, me standing alone was not a fucking invitation to talk to me.

I respect women. I do, but I’m two seconds away from telling her to fuck off in the nicest way possible.

Though, I have a reason why she approached me to begin with.

How she’s invading my space, trying her hardest for me to look at her tits. The extra pout she gives her lips while talking to me. How she’s still asking me one off questions, despite my vague one word answers.

She’s looking to get fucked, but she’s just too shy to say it.

Attractive for most part. Probably five-foot-ten, maybe in her late thirties. Strong perfume. Hair drops right below her jaw.

Hm, not my type.

“So, here’s another photo-”

“Sorry, why are you showing me these again?” I abruptly asked.

“I—” she stumbles over her words, pushing her hair back while giving me a timid smile.

“Seems like you had other reasons.”

“Like?”

I shrug. “To get fucked.” I can tell that my brute honesty throws her off a bit, but she gathers herself.

“Are you offering?”

“No.”

She’s probably taken back by my response. I wouldn’t know because I casually walked away to the next aisle.

Back in Tokyo, I gained attention, but in America? The women here look at me like I’m a fucking piece of meat. Not that I don’t mind, but shit.

What would help if they didn’t waste both our time with trivial chit chat and just cut straight to the chase.

Anyways.

Told the kid I’ll be walking around the store if he needs me, and of course he replies with whatever . Like I should be surprised.

He’s my son, after all.

Pretty packed for a Tuesday night at the store. Guess all the parents are out buying their kids shit, too. While Megumi is getting his supplies together, figured I could go to the meat section to make dinner tonight. Probably hot pot for the kid and offal for me.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing this parenting shit right. You know, letting Megumi be by himself to buy things while I roam around. Probably not because I see families throughout the store and they look happy, for the most part.

The look on their faces, the light conversations they’re having about who knows what. . . I can tell this is going to be one of those fucking nights for me.

Remember there was a point in my life where I was content with the small family I created. My wife. Megumi. Living in the shittiest apartment building back in Tokyo and barely making ends meet.

I came from a wealthy family. One of the wealthiest in Japan. I was supposed to be a silver spooned brat that was grateful to be born into money, only later to be beaten and emotionally abused, which eventually left me in the streets.

And you know after all the shit those Zen’in fucks put me through regardless of the amount of money I had access to, I’d always choose what I had with my wife and my strained relationship with Megumi.

But of course, any good that happens to me is only temporary. Can only imagine how long I have left with Megumi until he turns eighteen and moves far away from me if he decides to go to college.

Is it wrong for me to wish my kid would cut me some slack? Probably, but that’s not something I would ever ask him. Though, I can fucking admit that it stings how he addresses me has changed over time.

Daddy to Papa, now to Dad. Soon he’ll start being formal and shit by calling me father or even my first name. I guess I should be grateful he’s calling me anything at all.

Damn, if I liked alcohol, I would’ve said I need a drink right now. Maybe a few. Being in family settings makes me feel the emotion I hate feeling the most. Vulnerability .

It makes me feel weak, like I’m pitying myself. I don’t care for pity. I don't care to say I didn’t deserve to experience trauma. It happened. There’s shit I can do about it. No point for me to keep thinking about it.

It’s just hard when your son doesn’t even want to be seen with you in public to go school supply shopping.

I need to clear my head.

Already worked out twice today, and clearly that’s not working. Maybe some pussy. It’s been a while since I last had sex. Maybe I need…

Y/N .

Here I am again thinking about her at the most random fucking times. I said I need her. Would I ever tell her that? Most likely not.

How can I tell a woman that I don’t know that I need her? To be around her and have her bubbly personality overshadow my grumpiness. To stare at her in dead silence and think how fucking pretty she is. How good she smells. How can I tell Y/N that?

She’s good company.

That’s all she is…

Soon she’ll see I’m no good.

“Miss L /N told me you’ve been doing good in class, kid.”

Been home with Megumi for about two hours now. School shopping is not fucking cheap, to say the least. My job pays well, but the cost of shit in America is still something I’m trying to adjust to, especially in comparison to Japan.

Megumi is the only reason why I haven’t gotten broke yet.

“Yeah,” he responds flatly.

I stuff my mouth with a piece of meat. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Alright.”

There goes that loud silence.

I continue, trying to keep conversation. “Food's good?” He nods. “Think you got everything you needed for school?”

“Yes, Dad.” Annoyance fills his voice, making it very clear that I’m bothering him.

“Everything’s okay?” I asked.

“Can’t we just eat in silence? Why are you forcing conversation?”

Oh.

“Sorry, kid. Just trying-”

Megumi pushes back his chair, standing up with his plate in his hand. “I’m going to my room. Thanks for dinner.”

What the fuck am I doing wrong?

I talk, he’s annoyed with me. I don’t talk, I feel like he’s being neglected again. Not sure if I’m giving Megumi too much space or just enough space, but it’s kind of fucking hard when I don’t how he feels.

When you come from an abusive family that doesn't know how to give or receive love, it passes onto you and potentially it’ll pass onto your child.

That’s what I’m trying to prevent.

I was scared as shit when my wife first told me she was pregnant. I mean, how the fuck was I supposed to be a dad? I don't know what it feels like to have one. But I knew I was going to be okay if I had her by my side.

I’m a fucked up person. . . A fucked up father.

“Fuck, I need to take a walk,” I say to myself.

I get up to put the leftovers in the oven so I can finish later. Before I walk out the door, I tell Megumi I’m stepping out for a while and guess what he says?

Whatever.

Patience, Fushiguro. Patience.

Be kind to yourself, Toji . That’s what Y/N told me the other day. I have messaged or contacted her at all since I got her number yesterday. Maybe I need to talk to her… see her… just for a little bit.

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discussion question #3 — the more we see toji and megumi's relationship, struggles are shown between them. more so, on toji's part. do you think he should continue making small talk or allow megumi to come around whenever he's ready? looks like toji is afraid to let that happen because he doesn't want megumi to feel neglected. thoughts?

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kissorkill16 · 4 months ago

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You're The Victim: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: After you read this, you'll learn who's the true victim here.

Mr. Murtaugh sat across from Nicky at his desk, hands folded and lips curled into his usual creepy smile.

"I see you've been really sluggish lately, Nicholas.", he said, "I take it you've been taking the pills I gave you?"

Nicky nodded, "I think they're working a little too well.", he yawned.

"Well we'll discuss that later, dear.", said the science teacher, he stood up and walked behind the boy in his seat. "Right now, I want to know how much you've progressed this past week."

Nicky looked down at his lap. "I don't know why, but I feel like I would've been better off alone."

Mr. Murtaugh looked down at Nicky, a little hint of worry in his eyes. "What makes you say that?"

"I feel like if I hadn't been so desperate to make friends, none of this would be happening right now.", said Nicky. "Lucy wouldn't have died, Mrs. Peterson wouldn't have died, Aaron and Mya wouldn't have gone missing, Mr. Peterson wouldn't have gone crazy, my grandmother wouldn't have gotten killed, no one would've hated me, I wouldn't have been kidnapped, and I wouldn't feel like shit."

"Hey, watch your tongue!"

"Sorry."

Mr. Murtaugh put a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Nicholas, don't say things like that. It's not your fault that you lost so much with no warning. Sometimes, people just have to go and there's nothing you can do about it."

Nicky continued to look at his shoes.

"But while they're no longer alive, they're still in our beautiful memories. We still love them with all of our hearts and souls. Don't we?"

The boy nodded.

"Great."

The science teacher walked back to his side of the desk, "As for the people hating you bit. That's not your fault at all.", he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well after all that you've been telling me, it seems like you're more of an innocent victim."

When Mr. Murtaugh said that, Nicky's eyes widened in shock. "Innocent victim? Are we still talking about me? I'm not innocent, sir, far from it actually."

"Nicholas, after everything you told me, I'd like to politely object, for the following reasons.", said the science teacher. "First, you told me that your grandmother had been unstable and hard on you for years, then you tell me that before she was murdered, she called you a cursed child. Lucy's death was an accident, and the crazy old bat thought it was your fault? Disgusting. Then after you witnessed Mr. Peterson doing some pretty abnormal things, people made fun of you and called you names. Does Nutty Nicky ring a bell? Or maybe Sick Nick?"

Nicky felt like hugging his knees when he heard those god awful nicknames that a couple of cruel students gave him. He didn't know where "Sick Nick" came from, but he definitely remembered that "Nutty Nicky" came from Finch.

"Then while you were in Mr. Peterson's basement, he told you that he never chased you past his property line because he wanted to make you look like a maniac. He kept you locked up in a room with a demon shadow creature that forced you to play games with it. Actually, let me check again. Did you want to play with them, or did they force you to play?"

Nicky didn't want to answer that question, but he felt his science teacher's eyes staring into his soul, and that made him extremely uncomfortable. "Forced me.", he mumbled.

"Exactly."

The science teacher continued on, "Then a month went by, and when you escaped the basement, you learned that not one of your friends had bothered to look for you. Not even your parents who you love so much. Then when you came back to school, Finch and a bunch of other people said your trauma was fake and that you've turned into a mindless little doll.", he said. "Then you took a few more days off, and when you came back, you learned that Finch had taken a picture of your mental breakdown and shared it with the entire rest of the school for everyone to see."

Nicky brought his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs.

"But now that I'm here to talk to you about all of your problems, you've been progressing and slowly making a real full recovery.", said the science teacher. "And here I am, telling you that you're the innocent victim, and you don't believe me even after I've basically told you your entire story?"

Nicky looked down at the floor.

"Darling, you've suffered from not only bullying. You've suffered from emotional abuse, parental neglect, one sided friendships, spiritual abuse from an actual spirit, physical abuse, and nightmares of all of your traumas put together."

Nicky's eyes widened, "Damn. I think that's some kind of record.", he thought.

"I appreciate you listing out all of the things I've told you, but I'm still not sure if we're still talking about me.", said Nicky. "I mean, I'm also the one who worked alongside Aaron Peterson with all of the nasty pranks around Raven Brooks. I was one of the brash delinquents who made teachers regret their life choices. ...I told my grandma I hated her."

Mr. Murtaugh tapped his chin as he thought about that. "You do have a point.", he said.

"And I made all of my friends accomplices to my activities. I pounced on the new students when the old ones got fed up with me, and then the new kids got fed up with me too. I've been to detention more times than I can count on my hands. I -"

"Nicholas."

Nicky stopped talking and looked at Mr. Murtaugh.

"While that all may be true, I still fail to see how you think you're not an innocent victim, even after all you've been through. While you may have committed a couple of sins in the past, it seems like you're trying to push more of the blame on yourself. You've suffered more than you should have, dear. Remember that."

Nicky was about to say something, but his words got caught in his throat. He knew he wouldn't win this fight. No matter how much he tried to deny it, Mr. Murtaugh had basically told him that he was an innocent victim of several kinds of abuse.

The science teacher knelt down to meet Nicky's level. "Repeat after me.", he said. "I am the victim."

"I am the victim.", Nicky repeated.

"I went through the most."

"I've felt more pain than anyone."

Nicky paused for a moment, thinking about that line. Technically, it was just emotional pain. If he wanted to talk about pain, then he should look at Maritza's leg, she stepped in a bear trap.

"Nicholas, say it.", said Mr. Murtaugh, getting his attention back. "I've felt more pain than anyone."

Nicky stayed silent for a moment, then he said that line that he felt wasn't entirely true, not because he wanted to, but because he just wanted it to sound believable enough for his science teacher so he'd back off this topic.

"I've felt more pain than anyone."

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bear-remn · 10 months ago

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— ⋆✮ Deadly Eyes ✮⋆

n/t: finally!! i hae delivered this fic so much better and with a (what i think it is) good narrative, i hope you enjoy and support this fic, i appreciatte every interaction with my page. and btw, i'm chaging the tone of my fic to make it a little more serious and deep, but im keeping the storyline.

tw: this chapter is mention and use of drugs.

sinopsis: second day od school at the academy of kirari and mako, dealing with the sakamakis.

⋆༺ chapter two ༻⋆

mako was taking notes in her room, from the past day when she skiped classes to discover that ayato was a vampire, she barely sleep since, too scared one of them came into her bedroom and suck her blood while she's asleep, thats why she locks every door she past, her bedroom and bathroom too. she´s lucky one of her classmates let her borrow their notes, she was´nt the best when it comes to grades and really wants to be a good student, kinda hard when you live with six vampires that can kill you anytime.

a knock on her door interrup her hand writing "yes? who is it?" mako ask, but panic invade her instantly, the idea of ayato coming again and suck her blood, play with her like she was nothing, it make's her sick "its me, reiji" mako get up and walked to the door, her hand doubt a little before open it, wondering why did reiji, a vampire, would come to her room at this hour, but she didnt wanted to belive they were all like ayato.

"hey, whats going on?" she ask when she opened the door, looking at the dark haired man, thinking of his elegant way of dressing is, so different from ayato´s, why did she even think of him? reiji looked her up and down and then give her a cold glanze "may i come in? i have an important item to give you" even if he asked for permission, it sounded like an order. mako didnt move but somehow, her body moved aside, but she didnt do it, it was like the air moved her. reiji come into her room and the door closed by itself, mako felt chills.

"i am well inform of the scene ayato made in school, and the reason why you skipped class so no need to treat me like an equal anymore, you should know your position by now" mako was silent for his words, there was something so inhuman about his way of speaking, the way he treated her... so cruel.

"a good master take care of his food, but you´re not just food, you´re a bride so your blood is whorty of keeping it" reiji leave on mako´s desk a juice box of berries "since we all will be drinking from you, i have to assure your blood does not lose its quality, and dont get sick, it´ll be a problem, do you undertand?".

mako was speechless by his words, a bittersweet moment.

"dont make that face, doesnt look good on you" mako wasnt sure what ace reiji was talking about, she was just standing in silence "do you understand? i ask".

"yes... i understand" mako said, remembering that they, as vampires, can kill her at any time.

"dont stay up so late, sleep well miss mako" on a blink, reiji dissapear from mako´s view.

she walked towards her desk and take the box juice, opening it and drinking it, the flavor was sweet and cold, refreshing, but the situation made her nauseous.

she just cotinued taking notes while drinking the box juice.

...

the next day mako show up at kirari´s room early, she was already dress with the school uniform, her backpack on one shoulder. she knock two times before but she didnt have any replies so she knock again but stronger while asking "kirari-chan? are you up?" no answer until she heard footsteps approaching the door, where finally kirari opens up still in pijamas.

"oh, hey..." kirari looked confused while she rub her eye, like if she just got up "sorry... what time is it?" mako thought kirari was cute, confused all the time "there's still an hour left before classes start so... just wanted to come and hang out a little" kirari smiled instantly and step a side to let mako come in "come here... you" the door close behind mako.

"why you're up so early? we still can nap you know.." kirari ask and sit on the edge of the bed "i dont like sleeping too much" mako responded as she sits on kirari´s desk chair.

"why not? its better sleeping than being with those weirdo´s is innit?" kirari put her hair on a bun and start making her bed and closing some drawers she left opend yesterday.

"you right on that" mako wasnt sure i kirari knew about the sakamaki's being vampires, but she did'nt wanted to tell her yet, at least, she wanted her to discover it by herself.

"anyway..." kirari trow herself on the bed and smiled at mako "you smoke?".

the question surprise mako.

"no..?" mako hesitated wrinkling her nose "i have never tried before, but im not interested".

"damn.. respect" kirari take out some cigarettes under her pillow and take one "do you mind if i smoke here?"

"no, its ok"

"thanks"

while kirari smoke, mako wonder i that was the thing that gave her that unusual smell that reiji always talk about.

"since when you smoke?"

"i dont really remember... probably at the beginning of my adolescence"

as kirari smoked, she was thinkign of some topic to talk about to not get mako bored, kirari is an akward person, she knew it but mako was her only option to have a friend in this house.

"in school, wanna hang out too? people there doesnt talk to me for some reason and... they like... avoid me for some reason?" kirari give mako a weird look, for her, mako looked like a little lamb, lost and cute, she didnt have a bitch resting face, instead she have a nice expression all the time, just as her personality.

"really? i think your company is very pleasant" mako smiled at her comment.

"yeah.. were you able to talk to someone tho?"

"i think so..?" she tried to remember someone, but she didnt talk to them, they talk to her but not on a way people wanted to be friends with her "actually, something really weird happend to me, some girl stop me in the hallway and said some things.."

"what kind of things..?"

"something about me and reiji being together, even when i said that we werent in a relationship she insisted"

"what?" mako was intriged.

"yeah... and some boy wanted to snitch on me for smoking in school"

"did you smoke in school? you could get in trouble"

"oh, dont worry, im very careful" kirari appreciate her concern "but the boy was pretty"

"the one who wanted to snitch on you?"

"if you saw him, you would get it" mako felt curious of kirari´s taste when it comes to a romance.

"what did he look like?".

kirari got up and walked towards the window, smoking there while trying to remember him, but her memory wasnt good when it comes to people.

"he was like... tall and with brown hair" mako make a face to kirari in sign for her to continue talking "i dont remember much, but his voice was good"

"your taste is awfully simple" kirari left out a little laugh.

"ouch, what about you? whats your taste?" mako think about it before answer that question.

"i´d say i like... pretty men"

"what ya mean pretty man? whats pretty for you?" kirari put out the cigarette and throw it out the window to walk towards her wardrobe.

"um.." she tried to find an example of her taste, but the only person that come to her mind was "kanato perhaps" kirari turns to her with the uniform in her hands.

"who?"

"you know, kanato"

they both looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

"again, who?"

"kanato sakamaki"

"what?! you like one of these weirdo's? even worst, one of the weirdo's we live with?" kirari mouth was wide open for the surprise.

"nononono i dont like him" she responded fast while turning around so kirari could get dress "i just think he is very pretty physically but i have never talked to him yet"

"damn girl, you like them femenine"

kirari dressed fully and put on a brown sweeter, the weather was geting a little too cold for her.

"im done" she announced to mako so she can turn around again and keep talking.

"dont you think one of these boys we live with are... idk.. cute or something?" kirari keep silent while she put some stuff in her bag.

kirari doesnt really have a type, she only liked one perosn before and it wasnt a boy... so she could'nt tell if the sakamkis were her taste or not, she just liked people for other reason more than just a physical appeal.

"idk, i mean-" a knock on the door interrumped her sentence and follow by it the door opened showing reiji, well dressed and impecable as always.

"good evening, we'll be waiting for you both in the entrance" reiji looked at them up and down, analizing every part of their uniforms, looking for something to fix "your hair looks better up, keep it like that" he said to kirari who just give him a thump up "we be leaving in five minutes, hurry" and with that said he dissapear from their sight.

they just looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders.

...

already on their way to school, kirari and mako sat together, chatting and making some jokes about a serie both liked.

"i hate ross, he is the actual villain if you pay close atention to it"

"i dont like him either, he is just... so egothistical, rachel deserved better"

"rachel deserved joey, no one can change my mind and its a universal feeling bc i say so" mako put her hand together in front of her, like if she was praying.

"amen" kirari laugh at this but she got shushed instantly.

"shup up, i can't sleep with this much noise" the girls looked at shu, who was with his earphones on and some music can be heard if your're silent for a moment, which made them confused, how can he hear them if he was listening to music?

"we all can hear your stupid conversation over here, talking as if you both were fucking alone" subaru's voice sounded angry, really pissed, his eyes were closed and his arms and legs crossed.

"ok...sorry we'll keep it down" mako apologized no wanting to make any kind of argument, after all, they were the ones in charge and could, literally, kill them out of anger o just because they wanted. kirari just rolled her eyes, she was so done with them.

they are brothers but they dont talk to each other like normal brothers do, they keep silent and just mind their bussiness ignoring the rest, it was so off putting for kirari and mako.

"before we arrive, drink these now" reiji give stawberry juice boxes to mako and kirari. they both took it, mako directly begin to drink it while kirari just put it on her pocket, reiji notice this and glare at her in disbelief "i asked you to drink it before we arrive the academy"

kirari glare back at him.

"why tho?" reiji's glare became dark and scary, he hated being challenged in any kind of way, and worst, if he was challenged by a human.

"everybody like that juice, even your kind" kirari wasnt sure what he meant by that but she didnt like his tone. so dismissive and unfriendly, she felt like a little girl being ordered around.

"what ya mean my kind?"

"just drink it like i said, it'll keep your mind focus on class" mako was quiet, she knew why he gave them the juices.

"its really good actually" she said to kirari, wanting to evade a posible argument between them. reiji appreciated the support.

"I'm not thirsty"

"i know you dont eat before coming to school and I haven't seen you eat at the academy, so I know you won't eat anything until you get home. drink the juice so you don't pass out in the middle of a class, that would be a problem for you and me, and even worst it may affect you academy record" kirari felt a little intimidated, not only because of his words, she felt a strange sensation because of the way he looked at her, his eyes were deep and a little hypnotizing, as if just with his look he convinced her to do what he asked.

"ok.. dont make a big deal about it" she start drinking her juice box in silence until they arrive school.

...

the classes were calm for both girls, they met each break and explored some areas of the academy they didn't know and studied together in the library to kill time during a long break. when they separated for their last class, kirari went to the bathroom to take opioids so she can relaz for the rest time in the academy.

but she freaked out a little to see nothing on her little silver box, she was pretty sure she left some for today but maybe she was wrong, or someone took it, it was probably the first explanation. quickly she take her phone of her bag and called her dear dealer so they can meet right after classes.

"hello? who is it?" her dealer anwser her call.

"hey, its me kirari" she could perfectly hear him get excited, she knew he had a crush on her for some reason.

"heeey watcha doing gorgeous?" kirari smiled for his change in his tone, even if she wasnt interested, it was nice to have someone that treat her like that in a respectfull way, he didnt crossed the line and make their relation unconfrotable, she appreciated that "just wanted to say hi" kirari heard a loud laugh, making her laugh as well "you are terrible at lying sweetheart, c'mon, tell papa what you need and i'll make it happen for you" kirari smile wide.

"i need some opioides, or something new it would really help me"

"everything for you, tell me when and i'll go" she tought for a moment, she didnt wanted the sakamaki's to see her buying drugs, so maybe the enter of the school or the mansion wasnt her best option.

"what about the south exit of the city? I leave school in two hours and I think I can get there in 30 minutes if I get a car"

"i can send you a car, you know i'll do anything to give you some good shit"

"thaks buddy, you are the best"

"i know baby, see ya later then"

"yeah, see ya"

kirari sigh and headed to her last class, anxious for the class to end.

and when it came the moment, kirari had many excuses to say if reiji asked why she wasnt going with them to the house, even if he didnt belive her, she didnt wanted him or them to know. and while all of the brothers including mako got into the car, she stayed out, waithin for them to go without noticing her. but no.

"c'mon, dont make us wait for you" reiji spoke, making her nervous.

"i'll stay, i have some stuff to do, im waiting for a classmate" reiji looked at her, as if he was reading her mind or her soul, either way she was creep out.

"i can tell when you're lying, why would you?" she tensed up for his comment, why he was so good making people nervous? or was he just hot?

"ok sorry... im waiting for an old friend, i'll go to the house later so dont wait for me" reiji remaind silent, thinking his next words, kirari hated this kind of silence, so tense and so weird.

"alright, go, but shu will acompany you, he is in the academy and didnt listen to me when i told him we were goin home, make him go with you, i'll expect you two at the manor" kirari was spechless, why that guy of all of them? she couldnt remember his face. "take care" she didnt have the opportunity of saying something and the car just go.

"fuck, which one is shu?"

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halevren · 11 months ago

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FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 9

i got a new job and I felt sick last night so. I'm watching this very late. it has been tough avoiding spoilers but I Have Done So

TTTAKING OVER TEENAGE REBELLION

hiiii one and all!!! hii intrepid heroes!!!!

i have been told stuff happens this episode. I'm so excited

"You're mad we're not doing drugs."

"I think this might be gorgug's worst day of his life."

so much happened last episode

totally healthy adult activity.

VULTURE

THE SPELL-LESS KRISTEN APPLEBEES 😭😭

THE VULTURE DIMENSION

I love the projections

DOMINATE MONSTER NO LONGER EFFECTING RIZ

THE VULTURE KING

I think Brennan is loving being the vulture king

NAT 20 FOR FABIAN

"IT'S THE VULTURE KING YOU HAVE TO KISS HIM!"

"One answer and it's Riz."

"I'm so glad I died on that battlefield."

A crisp 500 dollar bill

I love this so much

This is so silly

THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS

"Hey, I'll kill you, you fucker." "kiss him!"

VULTURES YAY OR NAY?

"Can you bring his parents up here—" "NO."

"Feels like five"

"You wanna be in our crew?"

Kristen is really trying to get her friends to romance the vultures.

"Are you a God of some kind?" "I don't mind man."

This season is just Brennan breaking the PCs

oh good god

MAGIC ITEMS!

"Summons 1d4 vultures, they are not under your command."

no bring us back to the vulture dimension im obsessed with it

fireball

18 damage 😭😭😭

"I'm going to think about that for days."

FIRST STRIKE HITS REAL ONE

"get out of my yard."

(Brennan rolling too many dice.)

the little fireball that could!

THE ROMAN CANDLE YOU SHOT AT THE BIG BAD

THE BALL GAVE FABIAN ADVANTAGE

Concentration lost 🔥🔥🔥

is Ruben only able to give bardic

BRENNAN NAT 20

what are we making dex saves for.

ZERO DEX SAVE. KRISTEN.

"I'm dead from shame."

ADAINE DOWN? NOOOO

29!!

So many dice for Fabian

"Don't worry I got the ones out guys" Emily 😭😭😭

"I'm actually a huge fan."

so now that grix is destroyed does that mean there's no principal?

Ruben's frantically calling for Wanda

"I'm real right?"

"What happened? I was taking a shit."

"Do you have a warrant? Do you have a fucking warrant?"

Adaine is still dead on the ground

THE IDENTIFY SPELL

grix is untampered with

I miss ayda

29 investigation 🔥

GLOWING STINGERS? GROWING RED? LIKE THE SYNOD?

24 points glowing red

Rage connection!!

"Can we get some hot sauce before we leave?"

HE ATE THE VULTURE FOR NOTHING

"Found another glass of water"

Fabian finally getting his kisses in.

Nat 20 history rat check

SEXY RAT

"You know thats triggering for me!"

Rat stores

"There's not a rat world under the school."

Rat World!!!

BabyBojörn

oh god fig gave Fabian a bardic

sexuality inclusivity for cassandra!

aww..... fabian took bardic from fig earlier...

"You are. Cursed."

RIZ NAT 20!!!!

NOOO YOLANDA

Force damage...

Three hours????

ah yes another use of the identity spell!

"You could multi class into wizard!" "Yeah, add it to the fuckin' pile."

AN UNHOLY LAST RITES

NOOO YOLANDA

There's something under the tree?? glyth???

LUCY FROSTBLADE DEAD BODY

I think Fig's bad luck is genuinely effecting Emily too with all these bad rolls 😭😭😭😭

Did.... Did the rat grinders kill Lucy???????

let adaine use the diamonds. finders keepers

divine intervention........

Kristen will have to work so hard to get cassandra back

spies tongue curse???

"Call an adult?"

"You were such a good teacher, I'm sorry I just got a C..." 😭😭

THIS IS SO HEARTBREAKING!!!

LUCY AND YOLANDA'S SOULS HELD HANDS BEFORE GOING TO HEAVEN. ACTUALLY CRYING

BUD CUBBY THE REALEST EVER

FIG NAT 20

level of exhaustion :(

elmville police departments always on fire

"David..."

AGENT CLARK?!?!?!?

did he just take the dirt like a line of drugs?

one becomes a 10 which becomes a 19

*head in hands* "is it okay if I ask you about your case, mom?"

"So I'm unbelievably wealthy. And me and my friends just discovered the site of a double homicide. So....."

Group IV time, or group shock therapy.

Gorgug putting barbarian first

HE'S DOING ARTIFICER SPELLS WHILE RAGING!!!

"We need a word."

Gorgug talking to Porter is so funny

ok. wait this is actually kinda sweet between Porter and Gorgug

"I feel lucky to have you in my class." 😭😭😭😭

MCAT SIGNED!!!

The Last Stand exam?

KRISTEN MIGHT PASS FAIL?

oh god. 4 stress tokens

I wonder if the intrepid heroes are aware of the 5 stress token

"I'm in a lot of school."

Gorgug looking into building a time machine real as hell

Oh my god gorgug is still on the owlbears

"Okay I think I have to lie down."

I'm going to fight the wizard teacher

"I love my life. Everything is perfect."

"... YOU'RE WORKING?"

AELWYN LONELY ARK

10 CATS??

aelwyn and adaine bonding 😭😭

AELWYN IS WORKING FOR KIPPERLILLY COPPERHEAD???

I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE

#fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year spoilers #spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 fantasy high #fantasy high junior year

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taysbooknook · 10 months ago

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𝔏𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢.

female¡reader x Charlie walker

Contents/warnings: stalking,obsession mentions of murder,swearing, late night calls from ghostface and slightly smutty

Not proof read(I’m sorry)

Late night call from ghostface 👻

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It was a late autumn evening and you had just gotten home from work you laid your keys down onto your table and went to take a shower not realizing that you had left your window slightly ajar, once you were inside your muscle relaxing shower with your music all the way up blasting your favorite song, every breath you take by the police Charlie watching from the bushes right outside your bedroom creeps his way towards your window and quietly makes his way inside stopping for a moment to take in his surroundings and the scent of your vanilla perfume, he makes his way over towards your table where you had left you keys and next to them were your clothes for after your shower he picks up your nicely folded korn band T-shirt and lifts it to his face and takes in the scent of your freshly washed shirt and whispers to himself “god she’s so fucking perfect” just as he heard you shutting off the water he hurriedly but as quietly as he could made his way out of your window and back outside not knowing he still had your shirt in his hand, as you made your way out of you bathroom to get dressed you saw your clothes unfolded and on your bed and you thought out loud “huh I could have sworn I got a shirt out to wear and folded them” but dismissed it and blamed it on you being exhausted until two hours later when you are in your bed reading a book when rory just cannot contain himself anymore with your shirt still in his hand and him watching you read your book he pulled out his burner phone and dialed your number and waited for it to ring and for you to pick up “hello? Who is this?” You say into the phone but all you receive back is heavy breathing, “hellooo? Who the fuck is this” you say getting annoyed and just as you were about to hang up you received your answer “I think you know exactly who this is” rang in your ears as the infamous ghostface voice “you look so pretty like that laying on your stomach with your feet in the air..what book is that?” You felt your stomach drop and you frantically look around your room “ok who the fuck is this!? Is this some kind of sick joke?” You say terrified but receive no response other than laughing “ fuck you I’m hanging up now” just as you hung up the phone it rang again “what the fuck leave me alone you freak” you say still scared shitless “YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN ILL STRING YOU UP NAKED LIKE THE WHORE YOU ARE AND GUT YOU AND LEAVE YOU FOR EVERY ONE TO SEE!” you don’t know why but you felt a burning sensation in your stomach and thighs you thought to yourself “what the fuck no you aren’t getting turned on by a masked killer no” he watched you still with a slightly less terrified look on your face squirm around a little from where you are sitting he says just above a whisper “you dirty little whore you like that don’t you?”

You say back “what? No!”.. “ I think you’re lying to me… let’s play a little game ok?”

You say “wha- what kind of game?”

“It’s simple really he says chuckling you tell the truth and you don’t die tonight “

“O- okay” you say as you breathe nervously.

“Good… now tell me do you like it? Do you like being talked to like you’re nothing” he says

As told you awnsered truthfully “yes”

“Do you know I watch you everyday in school at your work at your home”

“No”

“Good job”he chuckles lightly.. “I even watch you in cinema club at the desk you perch yourself on in the front of the class looking up at me”

You lose all color too you

“Oh god… cinema club?… “ch-Charlie?” “What the fuck Charlie are you the one out here killing people?”

He sighs “I knew it wouldn’t take you long to figure out” he drops the voice changer and you hear his pathetic whiny but oh so sexy voice

“But how? You’re so quiet you literally only have one friend what?”

He says in a whiny voice.. “you… 4 years and this is what it takes for you to notice me” you heard his whiny voice breaking and shaking it almost sounds like he’s about to cry “Charlie I’m sorry… you say quietly, please don’t hurt me Charlie”

He says almost at a whisper “I could never hurt you I’ve been in love with you for 4 years” you take note of the shakiness in his voice and it breaking and you quietly say “ I won’t tell anyone Charlie”you say in a sigh and you shift you body knowing he can see you into a more revealing position “but I think I want more calls like this….. goodnight Charlie I have work tomorrow” you say and hang up your phone and turning your light out.

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Note: this is my first time ever writing and putting out anything publicly I know I’m not the best and if there’s any advice anyone would like to give on how to improve my writing and writing style I am open to it all. thank you!

#ghostface #rory culkin #charlie walker #scream #scream 4 #writers on tumblr #fanfic

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 6 months ago

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Can I tell you a secret?

"Hazel, wanna go on a walk?" I'm trying to hide my fear but I think she can see right through me, she answers with an unsure grin.

"You're not planning to kill me are you?" she laughs, "Yeah sure I'll come." This will go well, this has to go well, otherwise I'd have to leave another camp. As we start walking there's a silent tension, both of us too scared to break it. "Have you heard anything about that friend you told me was missing?" She finally whispers, I hadn't told her about Camp Half-Blood but I did tell her Percy was gone, not that she knew who he was anyway. I've been worried sick, no matter how much I wanted to hate him I still loved him, even if I knew he would never love me back I still love him and I hated that.

"Nothing, no one's seen him; all I know is that he's still alive." I glace down trying to hide any emotion in my face, I don't know where he is and I will never admit out loud how much that scares me. After a few minutes of silence, once again just waiting for one of us to snap and finally speak, she knows I'm hiding something I take a deep breath. "Can... I tell you a secret...?" All I can hope is that she won't hate me for it, I don't even know why I'm telling her this, I regret every moment of this, why the fuck had I thought this would be a good idea? I really wish I was high right now,

"What's up?" She's interested but trying to not show it, trying to seem invested but not keen, let's see how much that would change.

"Just- I- please- don't hate me for this...?"

"Did you kill someone or something?" I can't tell if she's being serious or not, the panicked expression on my face must have revealed so because she quicker changed her answer. "Hey, sorry, yeah I promise I won't hate you for it, you can tell me anything." I take a sharp breath in,

"I- I'm- I'm...gay..." I look down, desperate to not see her reaction. The memories of Bianca flood my head, 'I knew it, but thank you for telling me, I'm proud of you.' Only a ghost yet I could still feel the warmth of her touch like four years ago. The fear that had filled my body only moment before evaporated, everything would be okay, at least for now. That was only a few weeks ago, if I could do it then I can do it now. I'll live. My thoughts were interrupted by my sister's arms strangling me in a hug, I couldn't remember the last time I had any human contact, it was comforting. Relief washed over my face, I did it, it went well, she doesn't hate me.

"I'm proud of you... wait is that Percy guy your boyfriend?" I blush violently and laugh.

"Sadly not, he has a girlfriend." We ended up talking for an hour or two, it was nice, I missed having a sister to talk to.

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Hiiii you get a ficlet because it's my birthday :)

I'm really sorry for not posting as much recently, I've been really busy with school and normally I write late at night which I can't do because I have clubs in the morning that I need to be awake at 6 for

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 year ago

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Heeeyyy! I was hoping you could write a Marilyn x student reader where the reader is an extremely powerful earth mage/elementalist. She's so powerful that she has to meditate to control her powers and if she gets mad she loses control. So she comes across as this calm and collected individual. Marilyn and reader have started a secret relationship and have plans to leave together once reader graduates. But an angry outcast who hates normies attacks Marilyn and tries to kill her in front of the whole school, this causes reader to lose it. Think massive earthquakes, bricks and stones flying everywhere, reader's eyes glowing ominously towards Marilyn and the idiot that was trying to hurt her. Marilyn realizes reader is out of control and is trying to soothe her, "it's ok, it's ok, I'm ok, baby you have to stop, you're not like this!" "I-I can't control it Mari, get away from me, I don't want to hurt you!" "It's ok, you won't hurt me" Something along those lines and Marilyn's able to calm reader down.

But Marilyn is fired for being in a relationship with a student. Before she leaves Nevermore, she goes to say goodbye to reader only to find that the reader's parents have reader heavily medicated so she won't lose control again, reader is groggy, weak and sick but begs Marilyn to take her with her because she's always just been a pawn to her parents and everyone else because of how powerful she is. Marilyn steals her away, and they spend the rest of their days happily in love ❤️

Yesss!!!! here it is!!! I hope you like it!!! And sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))) <3 <3

It's a "heartquake"

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Angst, mighty reader, drug mentions, fluff…

Word count: 6,172

Summary: You were a powerful elementalist, and you had to be careful to not lose control. When one day the woman you’re in love with was attacked, you lost it…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Baby…” Marilyn whispered, while she caressed your head gently. You grunted and shifted in your position, snuggling further into her chest.

It was late at night and, as always, you were in your teacher's room, not exactly teaching. Some time ago, the friendly relationship you had turned into something different. Something inevitable after weeks of tension and a clear crush. There was only one problem. What you were doing was forbidden, it was a secret. It took you getting used to not being able to show your love in public, but it was worth it just for those nights full of love words and kisses, hugs and caresses...

“What?” You asked with a sleepy voice, smiling as you rested on her bare chest. She looked at you with a tender smile, kissing your forehead.

“You've fallen asleep,” the redhead said, whispering to you. You looked up and shook your head childishly.

“That's a lie…” You said, yawning. “I was just… imagining.”

Marilyn nodded, obviously not believing a word, laughing affectionately.

“And what did you dream? Sorry, what did you imagine?” She asked you amused, moving so that you lay down next to her, turning and holding your hand. You pouted at that deliberate mistake, but laced your fingers through hers and started thinking fast so you could give her a good answer.

“Well…. A beach... The sea waves... You and me...” You said sighing, getting closer to her. Her smile spread even further.

“A sunset…” She said, with the same tone as you.

“The sea breeze moving our hair…” You said, feeling that you could “not fall asleep” again.

“You're very cute…” Marilyn told you, moving you gently so your eyes wouldn't close again. “I'm sorry, love, but you have to…”

You snorted, but you closed your eyes and took a breath, just as you had learned when you were a little girl.

“I don't want to leave, Mari… I want to stay with you…” You said, getting up and putting on the best sad face you could. She got up and kissed your shoulder, hugging you from behind.

“Hold on a little longer honey, there are only a few months left until your graduation…” She whispered in your ear. You nodded reluctantly, trying to find some article of clothing between the sheets.

“I can't wait that long…” You said sadly, getting out of bed and starting to get dressed. Marilyn stayed sitting on the bed, looking at you like every night.

“You're beautiful, you know that?” She told you softly, caressing your arm, which made you feel chills. You laughed, putting on your shirt.

“How can I forget it? You tell me every night,” you said joking.

“And by phone,” the redhead added, getting dressed as well. “And I will always tell you, (Y/N)…”

“Woe to you if one day you forget it,” you said, leaning towards her and giving her a soft and slow goodbye kiss. “Good night, Mari...”

“I love you, honey, good night,” she replied, before you separated painfully and walking out the door.

You walked through the Nevermore’s halls, alert. No one could see you go in or out of there, it could be your downfall. Using your best stealth skills, you managed to sneak into your room without waking your roommate up and get into bed.

You took your Ipod, and like every night since you could remember, you played your selection of chill out music. According to your parents, it was very important that you relax before going to sleep, to avoid nightmares or frights. You followed all their advice, even if some seemed absurd to you.

You couldn't not to do it. You were born with an ability that many people would pay billions for. You were considered to be a pure elementalist, the most powerful of all. Genetics were very capricious and that hidden gene that your great-grandmother had one day went directly to you.

You could control so many things that even you were not aware of your full potential. The weather, the tides, the fire. It seemed like a skill any movie villain would dream of, but it wasn't all it's cracked up to be. That great power is not that it entailed great responsibility, it is that it could directly make any place swallowed by earth by an earthquake, or that a huge tsunami would inundate a coastal city.

Normally you didn't have that ability, rather you never used it on purpose, of course. Although you were already 18 years old, there were aspects that you found difficult to master and one of them was the loss of control over your own powers. Any fright, shock, trauma or anger could unleash disaster around you. You tried to train it so that it wasn't something dangerous, but you didn't know how to do it. The only thing you could do to avoid those situations was to simply relax, live your life calmly and serenely.

And so you did. You practiced yoga every morning and every day you did several meditation sessions. Thus, you avoided any unforeseen event that might arise, and it helped you see life in a calmer way. Perhaps that serenity, accompanied by a tender smile, was what pushed Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher, to commit such a risky act as falling in love with a student.

Lucky for you, that clandestine relationship wouldn't be forever. After seeing how in love you were with each other, Marilyn came up with a simple idea but for you it was salvation. When you graduated, that means in a matter of months, you would go away together far away from Nevermore, and from Jericho. You knew you would miss your friends, maybe your family a little less, they always controlled you too much, but it was the decision you wanted to make and, long before confessing your love, the one you already imagined in your dreams.

“What's wrong with you today?” You asked one of your classmates while you relaxed in the quad after a day full of classes. The girl nudged you and you laughed, trying to look at what she was typing on her phone.

“Nothing…” The girl said, adjusting her sunglasses.

“You lie,” you said at the same time the three of you who were there.

“Come on, Yoko, we know you're seeing someone…” Enid said, another of your classmates.

“I'd rather not talk about who's seeing who…” The vampire said, joking. It was a really fun time, but your alarm clock always went off at the wrong time.

“Wow…” You said with your usual calm voice. “Sorry girls, it's my meditation hour.”

“You can't call meditation listening to music in the opposite corner…” Enid said, joking. You shrugged and got up from the table.

You always went to the same corner, you sat on the stone and put on that relaxing music while you closed your eyes and controlled your breathing.

“Mmm,” you hummed in rhythm with the music, leaving your mind completely blank.

The alarm went off after ten minutes and you opened your eyes, sighing, feeling completely relaxed. When you took off your headphones, you discovered that someone had sat down at the table right next to you. Marilyn.

She looked at you sideways, as if she wanted to tell you to come closer. Obviously you smiled, feeling frustrated, because your heart was beating fast again.

“Hello, Miss Thornhill,” you said with a formal tone. She smiled at you, holding back a laugh at your polite words.

“(Y/N)…” She said, pretending to be busy reading a book.

“What are you reading?” You asked curiously, assuring you that no gossip was around. She looked up from her book and showed you its cover. “Pride and prejudice?” You said, grimacing.

“Love stories are my weakness, I admit it. You should read it,” she told you, discreetly winking at you.

You shook your head with a mocking sneer.

“I've watched the movie and there's nothing more distressing,” you said between laughs. She accompanied you briefly as well, discreetly running a hand under the table, which she joined with yours.

“Hey, I've always wondered, what do you listen with so much interest when you meditate?” She asked, pointing to your IPod. You looked at it and turned it on, bringing it closer to her.

“Listen to it by yourself.”

“Oh, wow, it's… Relaxing but at the same time it has rhythm,” Marilyn said, nodding. After a few minutes, she returned the player to you.

“Café del Mar… The best chill out club in Ibiza,” you commented, putting it in your bag.

“Ibiza… I see that you like the beach…”

“Yes, but it's better when I imagine myself there with you…” You said in a more discreet tone. Her cheeks flushed red and her hands began to shake. You knew how to make her nervous. You were the calmest girl in Nevermore, but you could make even Principal Weems nervous if you put your mind to it.

Everything indicated that it was going to be a good day, like all the others, but no, it wasn’t going to be.

“You!” A violent voice resounded in the courtyard, drawing the attention of everyone present. It was Greg, one of the art teacher's assistants. A quiet boy, with telekinesis and the face of evil. He stormed toward your table, glaring at Marilyn with rage. “Get up, you filthy normi! Your time has come…” He said, hitting the wooden table. The redhead opened her eyes and, scared, she got up from the table, just like you.

“What…? What's wrong with you?” Marilyn asked, taking several steps back.

The boy laughed out loud, shaking his head.

“You don't have anywhere to go, normi, I've had enough…” He hissed.

Everyone in the quad headed for the table, murmuring. The boy pulled a knife from his pants and threatened Marilyn with it.

“You are the scum of society…” Greg said, approaching her. You were looking at the scene, shocked, you were unable to move. “Normies deserve to die… They killed my family.”

Marilyn was shaking her head, her entire body shaking as she made reassuring hand gestures.

“Gregory! Throw the knife right now!” Larissa, the principal, yelled, entering the place with determination. The crazy Greg pointed in all directions with the knife, while people just screamed in surprise.

“Don't come closer or I'll kill you all…” He murmured. “Normies deserve to die!”

“Gregory, don't be foolish, your family died in a traffic accident…” Larissa said, trying to reassure the boy.

That only made him more nervous and with a quick movement, he grabbed Marilyn and put the knife to her neck, pulling her as if she were a hostage.

“Not one more step, or I'll cut her throat right here…” He threatened. “Well, though, you're going to die anyway.”

You blinked, looking at the redhead. She was in danger, he was going to kill her. Little by little the shock was disappearing, but the nerves prevented you from having a cool mind. A cold air breeze passed through your body and suddenly, you felt a strong cramp, as if you had been shocked by an electric cable.

All your muscles went rigid and you weren't blinking anymore, you were just looking at Greg and Marilyn, the rest was a blur.

“You…” You sighed with a dark voice, unable to stop walking towards where the boy was. “Leave her... Leave her alone!” You yelled with all your might. Greg laughed, but just for a moment. You could feel the blood flowing through your veins and you clenched your fist tight. Nothing you did was up to you, your body was reacting to the danger your lover, the woman of your life, was in. And that was bad, very bad.

At first it was just a little jolt, but soon the shaking became constant. The ground shook violently, while your bright eyes looked at Greg with a blank look. It was an earthquake, you had caused a terrible earthquake in Nevermore. The ground cracked and panicked screams began to echo through the place.

“Hurry, everyone under the tables!” Larissa yelled, covering her head with her hands. The school was in an old building and those strong shakes began to cause a rain of stones and bricks.

One of these, clearly controlled by you, landed directly on Greg's head, and he fell unconscious to the ground. The goal was accomplished, but there was no turning back. The part of your mind that you didn't control made you want to see that boy crushed under a mountain of rubble and you wouldn't stop until you got it.

“Ahhhhhhh!” You yelled, causing the intensity of the tremors to increase, opening some cracks in the walls. You were completely out of control and if you didn't stop, you would collapse the building, with its terrible consequences. Marilyn was on the ground, looking at you horrified. Everyone else was under cover. Everything was chaos, destruction, debris flying all over the yard. People were screaming, but they were just whispers to you.

“(Y/N)! Stop, please stop…” The redhead said, getting closer to you as she could. You looked at her, blinking. Something returned in that instant, but your desire for destruction was much stronger. You couldn't stop, even if you wanted to.

“I, I can't, Mari…” You said, staring at her. “I can’t, I can't control it...”

“Sweetheart, my love... Please... You, you're not like that, you have to stop, I’m begging you,” Marilyn said almost reaching for you. You backed away in horror.

“Stay away! I don't want to hurt you, please, please, you have to go. I said stay away!”

“It's alright, it's alright, honey. You won't hurt me, I know it and you know it too…” She told you with a strangely calm voice in the midst of all that chaos.

“Get away...” You said sobbing, while the crack in the ground got bigger and bigger.

“(Y/N), think about our beach, how happy we are when you imagine the future, you remember?” She told you, being able to take your hand and caress it lightly. The rubble kept falling, but your gaze was a little clearer, especially because of the touch of her hand in yours. “That's it, baby... You and me, the sea... the waves...”

She closed her eyes and continued caressing you. You did the same, and little by little the tremor subsided.

“(Y/N), you will always be my good girl… My precious girl… I love you…” She told you when, in a soft movement, she gave you a soft kiss on the lips. “You've already saved me, now I have to save you…” She whispered with the softest voice you'd ever heard. “Just relax, baby, please…”

You sobbed, and with one last jolt, the shaking stopped completely. You hugged the redhead and she hugged you tightly in her arms, kissing you afterwards, in front of everyone, a small detail that she surely didn't think of.

“I love you…” You whispered, before seeing yourself overwhelmed by the effort and collapsing in her arms. You don't remember anything else, only that she didn't let you fall to the ground, that she knelt next to you.

Everything went black.

You could hear rumors, murmurs. You felt like you were in a bed, but it wasn't yours, the sheets were rough. You were probably in the infirmary.

Whenever you got out of control, you'd pass out for several hours. It was a kind of coma that little by little became more and more lucid. You knew you were conscious, but your body felt heavy, you were unable to move, not even open your eyes.

“How is she, Martha?” A familiar voice asked, while you felt a weight in your bed. It was Marilyn, stroking your forehead lovingly. You struggled to move, but you couldn't. It was maddening, but at least she was by your side.

“She’s alright. She will recover in a few hours, or so I hope,” the nurse said. “Now she is catatonic, but from what her parents have said, it is normal.”

“Well, that's a relief… how about the wounded ones?” Marilyn asked.

“Luckily everyone has already returned to their rooms, it has been a miracle that there were no major misfortunes, the earthquake caught me in the bathroom,” she said, almost joking. You imagined that Marilyn was smiling at that moment. “That jerk Greg is already in the asylum. To be honest, I don't know how I would have reacted.”

“The important thing is that nothing has happened,” Marilyn said. You sensed that she was looking at you, because her voice sounded clearer.

“Marilyn,” a new voice said, in unison with the infirmary door opening. “I assumed you'd be here, I heard you'd already come back from the police station.”

The weight you felt in bed abruptly disappeared.

“Martha, would you be so kind as to leave us alone, please?” Weems asked. Footsteps were heard immediately after and then the door closed again.

“I…” Marilyn stammered. Everyone saw you kissing, and that had consequences.

“I don't want you to say anything,” Larissa said, approaching you and running a hand over your forehead as well. “First of all, I must thank you for managing to calm down (Y/N) before there was a greater misfortune.”

“Well, I…”

“Secondly…” Larissa interrupted. “I think it’s not necessary for me to tell you that sentimental relationships between teachers and students are totally forbidden, as well as being completely inappropriate.”

You wanted to scream, make the earth tremble again. Those words weren't kind, they weren't from a person who was go to ignore it. Of course not.

“I… I don't know what to say,” Marilyn said, her voice cracking. “It just came up and...”

“And? Please Marilyn, these guys don't even know what they want. As a friend of yours, I advise you to stop playing with girls like (Y/N). You can do a lot of damage to her.”

You burned with rage inside your particular comatose cage.

“We love each other, Larissa. I don't know what you’re thinking, but you're wrong,” Marilyn said, nervous and agitated.

“I'm sorry, Marilyn, even if what you say is true, the rules are the same for everyone and you have broken one that I can't just ignore. Tomorrow you will leave Nevermore. Don't worry, I know you are a good woman, I will do everything possible to find you a good position, I have contacts with many elite schools in the area.”

“Please, Larissa, don't do this to me…” Marilyn cried.

The worst suspicions were confirmed. Marilyn was fired and you couldn't even cry.

“I have no choice…” Larissa said. You heard the redhead crying, something you had never heard. Her cries split your soul in two and worst of all, you didn't know if you could see her for the last time the next day. All was not lost, after all, you were graduating that year, but living away from her was the same as dying for you.

“Okay,” Marilyn said, her tone cooling. “But you have to do me a favor.”

“I'll do what I can,” Larissa said, with a somewhat affected voice, you knew they got along well.

“Just, just… Let me say goodbye to her, please.”

“Marilyn...” Larissa sighed. “Don't make it more difficult for me… I can't let you see her…”

“Please, Larissa, I'm begging you. I'll leave as soon as she recovers, I promise.”

You heard a sigh from Larissa.

“Very well, you will wait until (Y/N) recovers…” She finally said. You heard how her heels clicked and they walked towards the exit.

The weight returned to the bed and you could feel Marilyn leaning against your shoulder, sobbing.

“I'm sorry, my love…” She whispered in your ear. “I promise I'll wait for you, and we'll leave together when you graduate...”

You opened your eyes suddenly, but to your disappointment, there was no one in the infirmary.

“Mari?” You growled, checking with satisfaction how you could move now. There was no answer, just the morning light.

You had slept through the night and your whole body was sore and exhausted. Your eyes went straight to a glass of water next to you, next to a rose. You looked at the flower with tears in your eyes. Naturally you knew whose it was.

“Shit, shit,” you said, tapping your foot on the table. No matter how much anger you felt at that moment, you were incapable of causing more disasters, at least until a few hours had passed.

Approaching voices made you stick your head out from between your knees. Some voices that were the last ones you wanted to hear at that moment. Your parents.

“(Y/N),” your mother said, with her usual look of fear. “It's a good thing you're okay.”

Your mother entered the room and ran to hug you, followed by your father.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, overwhelmed by the hugs. You had more horrible and important things to think about than your parents. You wanted to immediately get out of that room and look for the redhead, but it wasn't going to be that simple.

“Larissa called us last night to tell us what happened,” your father said, crouching down next to you. “I hope it wasn't an accident for forgetting your routines.”

You shook your head.

“No... I... Well, they were about to kill someone and I lost control,” you explained, so that you wouldn't get another absurd scolding from your father for forgetting his "infallible training and meditation routine"

“That is what they have told us, that despite everything, you have behaved like a heroine,” your mother said, caressing you calmly. You turned your face away and looked at the clock. Time was running against you and your parents were an obstacle.

“Well, thanks for coming, but I'm fine,” you said, pulling off the covers and trying to get out of bed, which you couldn't do, since your mother pushed you back down. Your father gestured towards the door and a sinister man, whom you already knew, entered the infirmary.

“What is this guy doing here?” You said with an unpleasant grimace.

“Dr. Charles has kindly decided to accompany us. He's going to help you, as always,” your mother said with a tender, but false smile.

You knew that doctor. He was a nasty man, who, since you were very young, tried to make you as docile as possible. He was the prototype of a bitter person, who had no vocation for his work. A psychiatrist who years ago had stopped listening to people's problems. Now he was only dedicated to medicate them without any interest in doing the best for his patients.

“I don't need help, I'm fine,” you said, trying again to get out of bed, without success.

“No, honey, you're not fine,” your mother said. The man looked at you briefly and placed a briefcase on the table. “You have lost control and we cannot allow that to happen again.”

“Er... Charles, are you sure that she will be able to continue helping my harvest like this?” Your father asked, while the doctor was looking for something without even looking at you.

“Of course… As long as she doesn't finish receiving the dose, she will be able to control everything you ask of her,” the doctor said, taking out a syringe.

“What?” You asked, scared. “What's that?”

“Calm down, (Y/N), it's for your own good. It is a medicine that will help you control yourself much better, so you won't hurt anyone.”

You widened your eyes with fear and stirred, being held by your parents, while the doctor approached sinisterly.

“But, but, I didn't do it on purpose, it was an emergency situation. I, I don't get out of control so easily,” you protested.

“Don't you realize that you almost killed your companions? I'm sorry, (Y/N), but it's the best for you,” your father said, holding you tight.

“No, no!” You yelled, noticing how inevitably the needle stuck into your neck.

Right after, you felt dizzy, and you stopped moving, you couldn't do it. Everything was spinning and your muscles relaxed, causing you to fall back on the bed.

“One a day will suffice,” the doctor said, with a sinister smile. “Don't worry, this way (Y/N) won't be a danger to anyone anymore.”

Your parents took you to your room. They had to help you walk. Your limbs were weak and you were terribly disoriented. They sat you in a chair and left you there.

“I'm sure everything will be better from now on, (Y/N),” you heard your mother say. Her voice was not clear, it was like an echo that sounded reverberating in your mind. You tried to clench your fists, but you couldn't. You blinked slowly, unable to keep your eyes fully open.

You were not aware of anything that was happening around you until you managed to realize that your parents had left.

Your mouth was pasty, you were terribly thirsty, but you couldn't barely move your arm to reach for a glass of water. They had medicated you as they always threatened. By defending the love of your life, you just ended up being just a vegetable. You weren't aware of time, or anything. You only looked into infinity, shedding tears between weak and sick sobs.

You shook your head at what sounded like a knock on the door. Slowly it opened and Marilyn appeared. She had her coat on, and she was carrying a flower pot in her arms. Your head was working well enough to remember what had happened. Your tears spilled more intensely.

“Mari…” You sighed, with a guttural voice and slurred words. “You've come…”

The redhead smiled sadly, she left the pot on the desk and pounced on you, hugging you tightly.

“I'm sorry, honey... It's all my fault...” she said to you, sobbing. You moved her arms to hug her back, but you were unable to exert even the slightest force on her body. She noticed and frowned at you.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” She asked worriedly, while raising your chin. You couldn't even keep your head up. Your eyes were a half-closed mess and your jaw dropped like you were something like the walking dead. Marilyn looked at you scared, shaking her head.

“Mari... I'm... I'm very thirsty,” you said stammering, pointing to a glass of water that your parents left there.

Marilyn nodded and picked up the water, feeding you a drink like you were a baby who couldn't do it on her own.

“My God, honey…” She sighed, putting the glass back on its place. “My love, but what have they done to you?” She asked sobbing, looking at you horrified.

“My...My parents... They think... They think I'm dangerous and...” You explained the way you could. Marilyn shook her head, putting a hand to her mouth. “Not like this anymore… I don't hurt anyone anymore…”

“Oh, no… (Y/N), my little girl, my precious girl…” She said hugging you again. “I'm so sorry…”

You were crying too, but you hardly moved. You were almost unconscious, talking like a drug addict, like a poor person undergoing a lobotomy in the 60s.

“Mari…” You sighed again, while the redhead cried, kneeling, resting her head on your lap.

“I wish I didn't have to leave, honey… I need to be here with you. But calm down, okay? Just… You just have to hold on a little longer, just two more months,” she told you, looking at you. You sighed, moving her hand to take hers.

Your head couldn't process so many things at the same time in that state, but it could launch a desperate cry, a cry for help.

“Marilyn… Please… Take me with you… I want to get out of here…” You said, speaking as clearly as possible. The redhead stood up and looked around.

“But honey, I can't do that. Larissa has been generous in letting me say goodbye to you but…”

“Please,” you begged, clutching limply at her dress. “I, I don't want to be here without you, being… A pawn for my parents… They only want me to do things for them… I can't… Please… No…”

She ran a hand over the back of her neck. It was night, the window only reflected darkness.

“Honey, it's dangerous,” Marilyn said, cupping your face in her hands. “If they find out it was me...”

“Nothing will happen... I’m... I’m of legal age... Please, Mari... take me with you...” You said sobbing. Marilyn withdrew your hand from her dress and stroked your forehead. Her look was doubtful, it was clear that she was debating with herself. After a while, she wiped away her tears and separated from you, going to your closet.

“Can you walk?” She asked you, putting your clothes in a suitcase that you kept under the bed.

You smiled, understanding what that meant. To your regret, you shook your head.

“I've tried but… I'm very weak,” you murmured, making an effort to get up from your chair. Marilyn put a hand on your shoulder to keep you from getting up. “I'm, I'm sleepy.”

“Okay, okay, honey... Listen, I'm going to take your things to the car, so it will be easier for me to take you to it. I'll be right back. You just… hold on, okay?” She told you, kissing you on the lips and taking your backpack and the suitcase that she had just packed. You looked at her, drugged, but happy, radiant with happiness. You didn't think she would make a decision like that, much less when it was the idea of a talking vegetable like you were at that moment.

The door closed and now you felt a force that made you hold your head high, and clench your fists a little. You didn't know how long that medicine lasted, but at some point it had to wear off. You felt so strong that you tried to get up, without success. The minutes passed and the nerves took over your weak body, at least until the door opened again.

“Okay, all set. Come on, honey, up,” the redhead said, grabbing you under the arms and lifting you up. Your steps were slow, and if you didn't have Marilyn to hold you, you would have fallen to the ground.

Juggling, she managed to get you into a jacket, and with slow, clumsy steps, you left the room forever.

The air was cool, but comforting. Marilyn didn't say anything, she just cared about keeping you on your feet. Soon you arrived at her little car. She opened it and with an effort, she got you in the back, lying on the seats.

“I love you…” You murmured, feeling how your eyelids were getting heavier. Marilyn looked at you and smiled pityingly as she put the seatbelt on you as best she could and covered you with a blanket.

“Me too, my baby girl…” She said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Try to sleep, soon everything will be fine, my love.”

Saying that, she put the front seat back on its place and sighed, leaning against the car. It was surely a risky move for her, she must be very nervous. You cursed your parents for leaving you like this, for not being able to comfort your lover, in the dangerous sacrifice she was making.

“Marilyn, what are you supposed to do?” The principal's voice made your heart skip a beat.

“Larissa,” Marilyn said, startled by her sudden unwanted presence. “I… I'm sorry, I have no other choice.”

“Other choice? Where are you taking this poor girl?” Weems asked.

“My God, Larissa, haven't you seen what her parents have done to her? They have medicated her until turning her into a mere dummy,” Marilyn said, pointing at you.

Larissa leaned in to look at you, her gaze serious. You opened your eyes a little and looked at Weems. You didn't need to pretend, you were already a rag.

“My God…” she sighed. Weems shook her head, turning away from the window.

“I don't care if you try to stop me, I plan to go with her, and neither you nor anyone else is going to stop me,” The redhead said, opening the driver's door. Larissa closed it immediately, saying nothing.

“We have no right to interfere in the decisions that her family makes, Marilyn,” she said with a calm voice, quite the opposite of the redhead, who trembled nervously.

“Do you really think that she will be better here? Medicated for life? Without hope? I don’t believe it. I'm sorry, but I love her and I want her to be happy, I want to get her out of the hell that her family wants to put her into. She deserves a better life. I will pass over you, and over all who try to stop me.”

Larissa thought, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. It was hard for you to stay awake, but even so you struggled not to sleep, to recover your strength, something that didn't seem possible.

Larissa took the phone from her and started using it. Marilyn, believing that she was calling her parents or the police, became even more nervous, and, desperate, she tried to get into her car, being stopped by Larissa again.

Marilyn's cell phone rang and Larissa nodded for her to look at it. The redhead, distrustful, took the mobile and stared at the screen.

“What is this?” She asked, reading some kind of document.

“It is the academic record of (Y/N). She's a bright girl and since I can't help you take her away, at least I don't want her potential to go to waste. I don't like it, it's not appropriate, but at least I want you to do things well, take care of her and worry about her future, will you do it?”

Marilyn's jaw dropped, reading and rereading the document. Soon her face turned from fear to joy as she threw herself into Larissa's arms.

“Of course I will, thanks Larissa. Thank you very much,” she said, now yes, getting into the car.

You smiled with your eyes closed, noticing how the car began to move and the Nevermore gates were left behind. Finally, you let sleep overcome you.

“Yes, I understand, Mrs. Dreel, I know it's hasty but… Sure, sure, of course…” Marilyn's voice woke you up. The car was stopped. Your head ached and you felt the morning chill coming in through the open car door.

You unbuckled and sat in the seat, satisfyingly checking that only a mere hangover from that awful drug remained. You looked around, pulling back the blanket. You were at what looked like a gas station. You shook your head several times. You remembered what happened, but you still couldn't believe it was just real. You leaned over to push the front seat forward and awkwardly climb out of the vehicle.

Marilyn was talking on the phone, pacing aimlessly like she used to.

“Yes, Mrs. Dreel, oh, thank you very much. We'll see each other in two days. Thank you, bye,” she said, after which, she hung up the phone.

You came close. You were still dizzy, but you could keep your balance. You soon caught her attention and she ran towards you.

“(Y/N)… My baby girl… How are you, sweetie?” She asked, hugging you affectionately. You smiled and leaned on her shoulder, now yes, being able to hug her tightly.

“Is it a dream, Mari?” You asked. She laughed, pulling you away a bit and kissing you tenderly.

“No, it's not…” She sighed, caressing your cheek. “You see… It was going to be a surprise, but I've been talking to the owner of the house and we can settle in whenever we want,” she told you. You raised your eyebrows.

“House? What house?” You asked, getting an idea of the answer.

“Well, the one I bought for us, of course. It's next to the beach, just like you wanted.”

You jumped for joy and messily kissed your girlfriend, who laughed, trying to get rid of you.

“Have you bought a house?” You asked incredulously.

“Of course. I have no one but you, honey. My savings couldn't be put to a better use… But, there are still many hours away, first things first, are you hungry, honey?”

You were very excited, but taking a deep breath, you were able to calm down and nod effusively.

“Good, because me too, come, let's have breakfast,” she said, taking your hand and leading you towards a small restaurant next to the gas station.

You sat at a table, wide-eyed, with a bunch of positive emotions running through your body. It was impossible to relax like this, but it seemed that your powers were calm. Your parents didn't understand anything, you just had to be happy, and now you were, and you would be forever, together with her.

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