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crackedpumpkin · 2 years ago

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The sun is annoying, and the world can survive without vegetables.

This is the conclusion you’ve drawn after waking up to warm, yellow rays that shine directly onto your closed eyes. You blink groggily, rubbing your tired eyes with a free hand while the other brushes your teeth.

“Honey, you’re gonna be late!”

You mumble out an incoherent reply to your mom from the bathroom, quickly tossing on a thin cardigan after rinsing your mouth to rid the intense menthol sting that lingers on your lips. Entering the kitchen once done, however, provides you with a delicious reminder of how amazing of a cook your mom is.

You grab a fork, devouring the scrambled eggs on toast. Sriracha stains the plate as a result of your messy eating habits, placing the now-empty plate in the basin with a satisfied hum. “Thanks, Mama!” You grab your school bag and rush to the door. You pause at the small alcove before the door, stepping down and slipping on your shoes.

“Bye, Mama! See you later!” You call out before shutting the door behind you. The walk to school is as usual, with loud car horns being beeped as people rush to work while you stroll past graffiti-filled walls on the side of buildings. The street outside your school is already crowded with various cliques chatting away, and you enthusiastically greet some of them with nods and half-smiles as you enter through the main gate.

You polish off your taco, throwing away your napkin after using it to wipe your lips of any grease stuck on them. You look up at the sound of your name being called, grinning once you see a short brunette walking down the hallway. “Morning,” You greet Nicole cheerfully, opening your locker and pulling out the textbooks and notebooks you need for the day.

“What’s with you today?”

You hum at her question, glancing at her with a quick shrug as she scrolls through Instagram. Nicole’s the first friend you made here in Brooklyn High School after transferring here four months ago. She had been the first to approach you, asking to borrow a pencil after she forgot to bring hers to class.

Like any other teenager being forced to move cities to somewhere completely new, you stick to her like glue after that, eventually infiltrating your way into her friend group.

“You know me, studious and independent’s the vibe I got goin’ on,” You grin at Nicole, draping an arm around her shoulder and giving her an affectionate squeeze. She looks up from her phone with a frown, using her finger to push up her glasses which had slid down slightly from their usual perch on her nose.

“Don’t be so uptight,” You chuckle, nudging her side. She sighs, rolling her eyes in amusement instead. You’re interrupted from your conversation on where to hang out this weekend at your name being yelled out from a distance away.

“Eyyyy, que pasa!” You laugh at Michael’s greeting as he comes up to you with an outstretched fist, bumping it gently after removing your arm from where it was resting around Nicole’s shoulders. “Have you studied for the quiz today?” He asks, slinging a casual arm around your shoulders while you walk down the hall with Nicole beside you.

You hum with a quick shrug. “Think so?”

“Man, you gotta get your head down from the clouds, bro.” He chuckles, trying to move sneakily to stand beside Nicole, who simply holds up her hand, stopping him from coming any closer with a glare. He retracts the arm he’s about to sling around her shoulders with a sheepish grin, holding it up in surrender.

“Anyway,” He brushes off her clear rejection, focusing back on you, “I’m planning a hangout with a few friends to celebrate the end of exam season. You in?” You immediately nod with a wide grin, already excited at the thought of goofing around with your friends.

“Of course, you’re invited too. Maybe we can have our own little hangout-”

“I’d rather stab my right arm.” Nicole cuts him off with an angelic smile, though her venom-filled words elicit an amused laugh from Michael. “Ah, how I love that icy nature of yours,” He sighs with a shake of his head.

“Who’s coming?’ You ask absentmindedly, adjusting the two notebooks in your arms.

“Jeremy, Ally, Geoff, Tiff, Miles…”

“Miles? As in, Miles Morales?” Nicole finally speaks, eyes wide in surprise.

“Who’s that?” You don’t recognise the name. The rest you’re familiar with, though. They’re all in Brooklyn High, just in different classes. You’d seen them in passing around the school, and they recognised you in turn as one of Michael’s friends.

“Right, you don’t know him. He transferred a while before you joined. He’s in Brooklyn Visions now. Here,” Nicole holds up her phone to your face, and you squint at the picture on her screen. Huh. He’s kinda cute, you suppose.

“Cool. Guess we’ll meet during the hangout then.” You sit down at your desk, Michael sitting at the desk beside you while she takes her seat in front of you.

“Wait, how do you know Miles?” Nicole rolls her eyes as she turns around in her chair, placing her elbow on your desk as she leans on her palm.

“He helped me out a couple of times.” She answers simply. Michael frowns slightly. “Were you two….?”

“Why? Are you going to be devastated if I say yes?” Nicole smirks. “Unfortunately, it’s actually because our moms knew each other.” She sighs, holding up her free hand to observe her nails.

Before Michael can respond, the bell rings to signal the start of classes. They pass by in a flash, and all too soon, you’re outside the door to the art classroom. You’re hesitant to enter, eyeing the doorknob as if it’d burn you as soon as you touch it.

“Well? Will you stay outside collecting dust, or will you enter?” You flinch at the sudden voice, looking up to see Miss Dawson looking at you with an expectant gaze. Her arms are crossed, waiting for you to go inside.

“Y-yeah, I was just about to, but then I realised I forgot my…. brushes?”

“You stored them in my desk drawer last week because they were too heavy to carry home with you.”

Damn it. You purse your lips, huffing at your forgetfulness. “Fine,” You mutter, grabbing the doorknob and turning it, walking to your usual corner of the room. You pull out your sketchbook and pencil case, leaning back in your chair and waiting for Miss Dawson to start her lesson.

“Today, I’ll be assigning you a task for your end-of-year exams. I know some of you are interested in building up your portfolio to apply for the Brooklyn Academy of Fine Arts or maybe even to other schools in different states.” You perk up slightly at the mention of art school, placing your hands on your sketchbook. Miss Dawson speaks slowly yet surely, looking at each student with pure conviction. When her gaze lands on you, you’re a hundred percent sure she can see every thought that crosses your mind, each doubt that lingers in your heart.

“Your topic is, Your Favourite Scenery.”

Murmurs spread through the class, everyone looking at each other with worry. You bite your bottom lip, chewing on it in thought as you furrow your brows. Sure, the topic might seem simple enough on the surface, but the fact that it’s so broad is exactly what unnerves you.

Having a chosen topic is good as a guideline, even more so when you know precisely what your favourite scenery is. With the addition of inspiration and motivation, it’d be a breeze to complete.

The problem is, you have none of the above.

You’re not sure what scenery you enjoy, much less have a favourite. Sure, sunsets are pretty, and skyscrapers are cool, but not much really struck you as deeply. You’re made aware of Miss Dawson gesturing for you to come over to her desk, hesitantly standing up and walking there while everyone else is discussing among themselves about the topic given.

You part your lips to greet her, only to be cut off when she holds out her hand expectantly. You huff, handing her your sketchbook. She flips through the pages, frowning slightly when she sees the random doodles and mindless sketches until she stops on a specific one.

She hums, taking in whatever’s on the page. You can’t remember what you’ve drawn, but you’re more than reluctant to admit how much of a slump you’ve been in lately. It’s not like you can come into class, declaring your lack of talent whilst waving your hands in the air.

You focus on Miss Dawson's makeshift jar of pencils on her desk, recalling someone else gifting it to her for Teacher’s Day. The blunt nibs are a testament to how much she uses them, a bedazzled one drawing your attention. You pick it up, observing the tiny sequins firmly glued to the wood with a fascinated gaze.

You flinch when Miss Dawson suddenly clears her throat, automatically moving your hands behind your back and focusing your attention back on her. “So, I assume you had an encounter with our city’s local hero?”

“How’d you know?” You ask, eyes wide in surprise.

She simply turns the sketchbook around to face you, the sketch you’d made last night of Spiderman clear as day. Your cheeks warm, the drawing having slipped your mind. “Looking through your sketchbook, it’s obvious that you’ve been in a slump, honey. But this sketch…This is really good, maybe even one of the better ones you’ve done.”

“Thank you?” You’re not sure if she just complimented or insulted you.

“Seeing him must have helped your inspiration somewhat, didn’t it?”

“I guess so. I dunno, it’s not like a switch I can turn on and off anytime I want.”

“Well, you’ll have to learn how to keep it on. And for this assignment in particular, I want you to focus not just on your favourite scenery. I want you to focus on what exactly makes it your favourite.” Miss Dawson hands the sketchbook back to you with a knowing smile, and you take it from her unsurely.

“Right…” You return to your desk with one dismissive wave from her hand, sitting back down with a defeated groan. You prop your chin onto your hand, staring at the sketch blankly.

An art slump is the worst. Besides, it’s just a drawing of Spiderman; although it is admittedly some of your best work, it’s not like you can just channel that again at the snap of your fingers.

You need inspiration. You need motivation. You need….a muse, which can only mean one thing.

You’re gonna attempt to find Spiderman.

Attempt #1: Have a friendly run-in!

“This is such a bad idea; why am I even trying to find a superhero? I’m literally just going to ask him to be my muse and he’s gonna say no, which is gonna be so embarrassing and I’ll never be able to show my face around here again and what if next time I’m being robbed he turns away because it’s me??”

“Okay, calm down. He’s not going to turn away because he rejected you, or he wouldn’t be a superhero. Also, you’re literally being paranoid because I’m not there with you.”

You frown, pulling your phone away from your ear to check if it really is Nicole you’re calling. “That’s not true.”

“I know when you’re lying.”

“Okay, maybe I’m being slightly paranoid, but for good reason! Why can’t you just come with me? You’re good at getting people to do what you want.”

Nicole’s soft chuckle somewhat relieves you, knowing she took it as a compliment. “I’d come over, but I have to help plan the outing with the group, remember? And I’m not the one with a ride to an Art Academy on the line - you are.”

“Wait, outing?”

“Yeah, remember this morning? You’ll meet Miles then; I think you’d get along. Anyway, you’ll do fine. Michael told me Spidey swings by the hotdog cart every Tuesday, so I guess it’s reliable information.” Nicole reassures you, though her last few emotions are filled with a tinge of doubt. She pulls the phone away to mumble something to someone, and you’re sure it’s an insult based on the irritated bite in her voice when she returns to the phone.

“Fine, I’ll see you tomorrow then…” You say reluctantly, unwilling to hang up the phone.

“Yeah, bye.”

The monotonous dial tone greets your ears after Nicole’s curt goodbye. You shut off your phone, flipping your sketchbook to an empty page with a sigh. You rifle through your pencil case, picking up the sequined pencil you’d accidentally taken from Miss Dawson and tapping it against the blank paper.

Draw your favourite scenery.

You look around, taking in the vibrant green trees and serene lake, the joyful laughter of children and parents filling the air. It’s peaceful. Dogs wander around, some leashed and some set loose. One approaches you, but you wave it away, flinching when it gets too close for comfort. It’s no longer peaceful.

“You can go away now…” You mumble, poking its side to hopefully urge it to move away from you. Your legs automatically move up to the bench, drawing your knees close to your chest. “Shoo, bad dog! Where’s your owner?” You glance up to check if their owner is nearby, only for your bedazzled pencil to be snatched out of your hands.

“Hey!” You exclaim angrily, reaching out to grab it from the dog’s mouth. You hesitate when you see the dog drool dripping onto the end of the pencil, eyeing it with a shudder. You take a moment to steel yourself, grabbing the slimy end with as much force as possible, trying to yank it free from its mouth.

“Let go of my stuff! That’s not yours! I have to return it to Miss Dawson, you stupid dog!” Your grip slips, and you land on the ground with a yelp, wincing when your knee gets scraped by the coarse dirt through your ripped jeans.

“Give it back!” You demand, lurching yourself forward and grabbing the pencil again. However, the dog growls playfully, thinking of it as nothing more than a game for entertainment. “This is why,” You grunt between shallow breaths, “I prefer cats!”

Your sketchbook had fallen beside you, the beautiful cover now stained with dirt. You narrow your eyes into a glare, scowling at the dog. “Let go!”

It finally does, maybe because it sensed that you wouldn’t be playing with it. You fall back once more, your back hitting the ground harshly. The breath is instantly knocked out of your chest, and you inhale deeply, trying to force more air back into your lungs with a choked gasp.

You sit back up, holding the pencil up victoriously until you remember that there’s dog drool all over your hand. You groan in disgust, searching for a tissue to wipe it off. Wait. Your sketchbook is missing.

You look around frantically, only to see the exact same dog from earlier now burying a half-open sketchbook into the dirt. Your sketchbook. A strangled yell rips itself from your throat, practically throwing yourself at it with a glare that could rival even Karen herself. You push the dog away, scrabbling at the dirt to uncover your almost completely buried sketchbook.

“Bye, Spiderman!” Your head instantly turns at the sentence, spotting the familiar black silhouette nodding his thanks to the hotdog cart owner, his hotdog securely held in his hand. He flicks his free hand and shoots a web onto the side of a building, beginning to leave.

“Wait! I have a ques-”

He swings off into the distance, already blocks away in the span of a few seconds without hearing your cry. Your arm falls to your side, collapsing back onto the ground to catch your breath while your sketchbook lies buried in the dirt.

Damn it.

Attempt #2: Get Mugged!

“God, I hope this works,” You mumble. The streets around you are dimly lit, and you’re armed with nothing more than your bulky pencil case and a whistle, both stored in the deep pockets of your hoodie. The handbag containing your wallet and phone bumps against your waist, the strap loosely slung across your shoulder.

You’re the perfect walking target to be mugged.

Granted, this is probably one of the worst ideas you’ve had in the history of bad ideas. The chilly Brooklyn night breeze tickles your ears with an icy breath, and your body gives an involuntary shiver. You scan the empty streets hopefully. When was Spiderman – or better yet, a robber, going to show up?

Whether it was desperation or pure adrenaline driving you forward at this point, you couldn’t tell.

But you’re here, and you’re determined to see things through.

Minutes pass of you wandering the dark streets like a fool, and you’re just about to head back home when you sense that something’s off. Your steps slow, and you hear someone else’s shoes scuffle a short distance behind you.

You start to speed up, fingers gripping the heavy pencil case in your pocket. You’d been hit by it before by accident and did not get away unscathed by any means. Your heartbeat quicks its pace in your chest, sensing them get closer with each step.

There he is.

You finally spot Spiderman chilling on the roof of a nearby apartment building, breaking into a run. The mugger behind you grunts in surprise, and you hear him start to run as well. Your breaths are short and ragged, and you finally reach just below the building.

“Stop right there, missy!” Looking up from where you’ve bent over to catch your breath, you see the sharp knife blade held up at you. The robber is slouching, just as out of breath as you are. However, he straightens his back and flashes you a yellow-toothed smirk from under his cap, and you shudder at the bits of dirt clearly seen in his beard.

You hold your arms up in surrender, risking a quick glance up, only for Spiderman to jump down and land smoothly right in front of you. “Hey man, didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play around with sharp objects?” He tuts, shaking his head as he uses his web shooter to tug the knife away from the robber.

The knife lands in his hands with ease, the robber immediately turning to flee. “I don’t like doing this bit, but you leave me no choice!” Spiderman does a quick frontflip and lands before the robber, grabbing his shoulder and tilting his head. “You should’ve known better,” You hear him scold, and spot a light blue electric current flowing from his fingers to the robber, knocking him unconscious.

Spiderman lets go, taking a surprised step back as the robber falls to the floor, unconscious. He winces, dusting off his hands and walking toward you. “You shouldn’t come out here during the night,” He chides playfully, grabbing the knife that had fallen to the floor when he caught the mugger. “You’d be in a lot of trouble if I wasn’t here.”

“Yeah, thank you. Actually, I wanted to ask-”

“Whoop.” He cuts you off, glancing at his watch, “I’d love to stay and chat, but duty calls! You’re gonna want to take a right down here, another left, and then one more right and you’ll be at the main street. Stay safe!” He gestures down to a more brightly lit street, patting your back before shooting his web shooter at a nearby building.

“Wait- Ugh,” You groan in defeat, watching him swing off again without hearing your question. Your arm is outstretched, fingers barely brushing against his arm before he leaves.

DAMN IT.

Attempt #3: If he doesn’t stop and listen to the goddamn question, you’re going to lose it.

“Calm down, pinto.”

“I spilt pinto beans on myself, one time, people. One. Time.” You frown, crossing your arms. Nicole smirks, shrugging nonchalantly in response.

“Yeah, yeah. Michael told me that he saw your Spidey boy swing around the taco truck down the street a couple times every Thursday, so we should keep a lookout. Don’t want your sketchbook taken away from you again, do we?”

“How does Michael even know all this?” You mumble.

“Look, we don’t ask him questions, and he doesn’t ask us any. It’s a two-way street, pinto. Use those brains of yours.” You shove Nicole lightly with a roll of your eyes. Falling back, she leans against a wall, immediately pulling out her phone and scrolling through it.

God, she has a serious internet addiction. You choose to scan the crowd instead, your gaze sweeping over the kids from the Brooklyn Visions Academy filling the street, having just gotten out of their clubs. You look somewhat out of place with your own uniform, shuffling your feet slightly when they glance over with confused gazes.

You raise your brows in response to a few of them, and they leave with a haughty scoff. You roll your eyes. Stuck up snobs, the lot of them. Hopefully, the information Michael provided is accurate, though you’re sure you’ll never know where he gets it from.

“Hey, is the bowling alley chill with you for the hangout? Miles sucks at bowling, so we can team up to obliterate the boys.”

“Sure,” You reply absentmindedly, only to pause and turn to face her. “Is he not free to meet up before, though? I’d like to get to know him first, so it won’t be as awkward.”

“Nah,” Nicole frowns at her screen, “He’s busy on all the days I suggested. Something about homework and stuff. Maybe he’s turned into one of the snobs.” She puts her phone away with a snort. “Also, there’s your Spidey-guy.”

“What?” True enough, he’s at the taco truck right now, ordering a taco and waiting patiently. Spiderman has to have lunch breaks too, you suppose. You watch him tap his fingers against the metal table, bobbing his head along to a beat playing in his mind.

You grit your teeth, grab your bag and keep your now clean sketchbook, having wiped off all the dirt with a cloth and the best surface cleaner you own back home. Your eyes shine with a determined glint, practically marching through the crowd to him.

“Hey!” You stumble back, looking down at the bright yellow mustard on your pristine white shirt. “Are you kidding me?” You growl in frustration, looking up to see a girl dressed in the Brooklyn Visions uniform holding up her ruined basket of fries, the small toppled tub now on its side and most of the sauce on you.

“Watch where you’re going!” She huffs, looking at you with pure disdain.

“Watch where I’m going? Watch where you’re going!”

Oh God, please let him still be there-

Spiderman is holding his taco now, trying to slip away through the crowd. Your eyes narrow into a glare, pushing past the girl with a muttered apology, running as fast as possible to catch up to the superhero.

You spot him jogging into an alleyway, following suit. You stop, however, when you see that it’s empty. “What?” You mumble, looking around frantically for him. You hear a loud coo, looking up to see the very hero you’re looking for crawling along the wall of the Academy dorms.

“Wha-?” Now you’re baffled. You watch him reach a specific window, using an arm to open it and enter before sliding it shut behind him. Three floors up and the last one down the hall. Got it. You run to the entrance, only to be stopped by a security guard.

“Woah, woah, woah. Only students of Brooklyn Visions Academy are allowed inside.” He chuckles, holding a hand in front of you to stop you from entering.

“No, you don’t understand! I need to talk to someone inside.” You try to plead, but he merely raises his brows.

“Okay, what’s their name?”

“W-well. You see, here’s the thing.” You laugh nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Mmhm. Come back when you have their name, and I’ll call them down for you, okay?” He dismisses you, using his hands to turn your shoulders around. He pats your back slightly, sending you on your way.

You frown, brows furrowing in thought for a way to get in. Maybe Nicole would have an idea. She’s eerily good at stuff like this. Your feet pound against the pavement in a steady rhythm as you run back to where you had left her waiting.

“Nic!” You call out, panting heavily once you reach the girl who’s still in the same position as when you left. “I need help; I gotta sneak into the dorms of the snob school.” You say through your gulps for air, your lungs screaming for more oxygen.

“You need to sneak in?” She asks, looking up from her phone with raised brows.

“Yeah. I can’t explain right now, but I really need your help.” You confirm breathlessly.

She mulls over your plea for a moment before shrugging, moving away from the wall and pocketing her phone. She stretches her arm above her head momentarily. “Stay here.” She orders before stepping out of the alleyway and out of your sight.

You wait, albeit impatiently, tapping your foot as urgency consumes you. Nicole soon returns with the Academy’s blazer in her hands, tossing it at you with a grin. “Got it for free; you can keep it. I gotta go for a study session. Will you be okay on your own?”

“Yeah, thanks, Nic.” She never fails to impress you every time. You thank her quickly before returning to the dorm entrance, wearing the blazer on the way. You halt once you reach it, keeping your head down and fastening the buttons securely, hiding the bright yellow stain on your shirt.

God, it’s probably going to get onto the blazer too, you wince. Spotting a group of girls walking into the entrance, you jog over and stick close to them, walking past the security guard from earlier.

Once you’re inside, your tense shoulders sag with relief, a massive weight being lifted off your chest. The atrium is pretty cool, but you don’t have time to admire any architecture right now. You glance at the two winding staircases, signs directing the students to the boys' or girls' side.

You recall the window being on the right side of the building, walking up the respective staircase. Luckily, not many students are around. Most of them have gone out.

Third floor, last room down the hall.

You take the lift up, exchanging an awkward smile with another girl who’s clearly sneaking in as well. She gets off at the second floor, and you spam the button to close the lift doors. As soon as they close, you practically collapse against the wall with a long, drawn-out sigh of relief.

The lift doors open to the third floor. You peek your head out, looking around. Good, there’s no one.

Stepping out of the lift, you pause. Do you go right, left, or straight? From what you recall of the exterior structure, you’re pretty sure it’s the hall on your left. Steeling your resolve, you walk down the carpeted floor, your footsteps muffled.

There it is, the room at the end of the hallway. You raise your hand, knocking on the hard wood once, twice, three times.

Silence is all that greets you.

“Is anyone there?” You call out softly. When no one responds, you grip the doorknob just to check. To your surprise, however, the door swings open with a single push, revealing the room inside.

It wasn’t locked.

“Pardon my intrusion….”

You step over a pile of clothes on the floor, your nose scrunching at the smell. Deodorant and musk fill the air. A picture frame sits on a desk to your left, with a photo of a short boy.

That can’t be him; his stature is too different.

Another picture sits on a small nightstand, and you pick it up to see a familiar face. The boy in the picture with his family is tall, with chocolate brown eyes and raven-black hair. You frown, tilting your head. Where had you seen him before…?

A soft thud draws your attention. Something had fallen to the floor from where it was squashed between the bedframe of the bunk bed and another piece of furniture. You bend down, picking it up.

Spiderman’s mask hangs loosely in your grasp.

You look multiple times from the mask and the poorly-hidden suit to the picture, finally connecting the dots. You pull out your phone, hurriedly texting the one person who could confirm your surefire theory.

yo, Nic. send me the picture of the guy - Miles, i think? - Read, 2pm

Sure ig. dont go stalking him tho - Nicole, 2pm.

The strong vibration of your phone alerts you to a new text. You look down, thankful for Nicole’s fast reply. Opening the text, an image of the ever-so-elusive Miles Morales fills your screen.

Oh my god.

Your eyes widen, your suspicions confirmed.

It can't be.

But it's the only explanation that makes sense.

Miles Morales is Spiderman. Spiderman is Miles Morales.

You hide the mask back where it's dropped out of its hiding place, swallowing thickly when you hear the lift ding, making your swift exit.

Rushing down the hall, the last thing you expect is to bump against the very boy you’ve been looking for. You don’t dare risk a glance, recognising him just by his shoes alone. Ignoring his apology, you run off, making your exit.

Once you exit the dorm entrance, most of the tension leaves your body. Making your way back home, your mind reels from the discovery.

Miles Morales is Spiderman.

While you slip away from his notice, Miles spots something in his peripheral vision. His suit had fallen slightly out of his hiding place. Thinking nothing of it, he goes to stuff it back in when he sees a small spot of yellow on the side of his mask.

Yellow?

He brings the mask up to his nose and takes a sniff. His brows furrow at the familiar scent.

...Mustard?

He wipes it off with a shrug.

#spiderman: into the spiderverse #Into The Spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #into the spiderverse x reader #spiderman: into the spiderverse x reader

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loverofallthingssarah · 2 months ago

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no more runnin’

part 3

melissa schemmenti x reader

summary: you’re hiding, you’re running. melissa finds you and your daughter and helps bring you both back to life.

warning: angst

word count: 1.1k

part 1 part 2

a/n: i'm sorry if there are any spelling errors or grammatical errors.

Melissa takes off running down the hallway and out the front door, and in an instant you were gone. No cars left in the parking lot but her own. Frustration hit with a slew of curse words flying out of her mouth. Why couldn’t she listen to Barbara? Why couldn’t she just leave things alone?

Melissa takes out her cell phone and dials a number that is engraved in her muscle memory.

“Hey, Barb. I think I really fucked up…”

You were fighting tears. You had to finally pull over on the side of the road before your vision got too blurry. Acey was sitting in the back of the car in her booster seat watching her mother break down before her very eyes. You usually kept this part of you hidden behind closed doors. Not wanting your daughter to see your vulnerability because you had to be strong for both of you. Carefully, your daughter unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled her way up into the front of the car. You tried to steady your breathing but found it hard as your daughter wrapped her arms around you.

“It’s gonna be okay, mommy.” she hugged you as tight as she possibly could.

You wrap your hands around you daughter, “I l-love you, little m-monster.”

She wiped your tears, “Mommy its time for you to make friends. My teacher likes you. How can she not? You’re the best mommy in the whole wide world!”

You chuckle to yourself wondering how you got so lucky to have a smart little girl who mirrored her mothers actions and pet talks knowing that you couldn’t argue against your own words.

“I wish it were that simple, baby. But I hear you.” you give her a kiss on her temple. “Now how about you crawl back into your seat and we go pick up some pizza for dinner?”

Two weeks had gone and passed with no contact between you both. You had Acey walk into the school herself and back out at the end of the day, because you were bound and determined to avoid Melissa at all costs. You could feel your walls breaking down and avoiding her had to be the glue that tried to hold them back together.

Melissa on the other hands was not having it anymore. Everyday when Acey walked into her classroom since your last meeting with no one behind her frustrated Melissa to no end.

Today was even worse because you kept Acey home from school for the last three days, and it was the straw that broke the camels back. Not being able to see you was one thing, but not being able to see Acey was another. Melissa knew she was going to have to break some rules to be able to see you again and she had the perfect idea to do just that.

“Pipsqueak!” Melissa yelled down the hallway and Janine came running to sound of her voice.

“Yes, Melissa?” Janine questioned.

“Can you take my class with yours down to art? I have some business I need to take care of.”

Janine nodded and looked at her coworker suspiciously, but knowing better than to question her actions.

“Come on kids! Who is excited for art?”

Melissa slips past Janine and makes her way to the front office. She slips past Ashley which isn’t hard because she is literally sleeping on the job. Ava is doing a tiktok dance in front of her ring light, “body ody ody ody” now forever engrained in Melissa’s head. “Ava, Jacob is in the breakroom saying that you would be the last to be eaten by a zombie because he is hotter than you.”

Ava snatches her phone as she makes her way out of her office, “Oh hell naw.”

Melissa smirks to herself ‘piece of cake’. She starts looking through Ava’s file cabinet, her fingers strumming through file by file until her pointer finger lands on a file labeled Hadley, Acey. Quickly snatching it out of it’s place, Melissa starts flipping throught the pages until she lands on the one she is looking for.

“Tsk, tsk,” Melissa all but jumps out her skin.

“Barb! You scared the hell out me. What are you doing?”

Barbara makes her way around the desk and looks at the file within her hands, “Melissa, what do you think you’re dong?”

“I have to. She won’t talk to me or even come in the school anymore. I need to talk to her.”

“Why are you doing all of this for a woman you barely know?” Barbara questions.

“I wish I had an answer that makes sense. There is something about Y/N that I am drawn too and I know she is drawn to me too,” she smiles to herself, “The way she crinkles her nose when I give her compliment. The way she always gets excited when listening to her daughter talk about literally anything. She is kind to every single person that I have seen her interact with at this school, even Janine’s annoying ass. I can tell her favorite color is yellow, because every pair of scrubs she wears has a yellow stitching as well as the laces of her tennis shoes. She has this birth mark on her wrist that is shaped kind of like a flower and when I bring it up she blushes and subconsciously rubs her thumb across.” Melissa looks up a Barbara and sighs, “She is the most beautiful person that I know nothing about yet I feel like I know everything about. I can’t explain it, but I don’t want to give up without a fight. I have to show her I care and I’m going to be here no matter what or how long it takes.” Melissa finished and Barbara - albeit doesnt understand - nods her head in reliance that she knows Melissa wouldn’t do all of this for just anybody.

Melissa grabs a sticky note off Ava’s desk and quickly jots down your address.

She doesn’t know how she made it throught the four grueling hours left of school. When the final bell rings, Melissa quickly packed her things before leaving the school and getting in her car. She pulled up her gps on her phone and typed in an unfamiliar address. Thirty minutes later she is pulling up to a row of homes until she finally parks in front of a little beige one.

Gathering her courage she picks herself up and out of her car and walks straight up to the door and knocks three times. She is twiddling with her fingers nervously which is unlike herself. Finally she hears footsteps on the other side of the door getting closer and the knob starts to turn. When she finally sees your face through the crack of the door, she lets out the breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Hi, Y/n.”

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #wlw imagine #wlw fanfic #wlw #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #melissa schemmenti x y/n

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dylan-duke · 15 days ago

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"nora dont you think thats enough?" quinn asks through chuckles at the amount of snowflakes nora has hung on the wall.

the three year old had learned how to make snowflakes at school that day, and she was obsessed.

"no daddy more!" nora insists. quinn continues to laugh shaking his head,

"honey were gonna run out of room! how about we glue them to a piece of paper? theres only a few left," he says trying to redirect her from her task.

nora turns to her dad a pout on her lips,

"but i wanna cut more daddy," quinn nods then he smiles,

"how about we make cards for bubbe, gramps and uncles for when they come! daddy can help," nora's face lights up,

"with my snowflakes?" quinn hums,

"yep!" he says, "then you can color them!"

#quinn hughes #dad! quinn hughes #nora hughes #dad! quinn

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lostgirlfandom · 2 years ago

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It's a Tuesday

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x GN!Reader

Warnings: Theft, cussing

Words: 727

Summery: Just a regular day in the Gallagher Household

It was a normal day for you... As normal as one could get when you were basically a part of the Gallagher broad since you were friends with Lip since you were kids. You were both known as the Terror Twins when you were in elementary school from the amount of trouble you both got into together. Pouring glue in one of the bullies that picked on the Gallaghers, Gorilla gluing the teacher’s desk, hacking the Principal’s morning announcements... the list goes on.

So, it wasn’t a surprise when Lip came barreling into the living room from the stairs at the Gallagher’s house to find you playing on the Xbox with Carl.

“Hey... want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?” He asks as he leans over the back of the couch where were leaning back against as your stare was concentrated on the TV.

You snorted and without looking away from the screen answered, “Oh gods... we’re gonna die, aren’t we?” You said sarcastically.

“It’s a Tuesday... I know how to restrain myself.” He jokes back at you.

You let out a loud scoff and laughed. “You ABSOLUTELY do not!”

Finally, the game finishes the round and you turn your attention to Lip and pause as you notice something you didn’t before.

Your brow frowns in confusion as you open your mouth before pressing them together before sighing and asking. “Why are your hands purple?”

Lip smirks, “That’s a very good question.”

You closed your eyes and pinched the space between your eyes. “I don’t wanna know.”

Carl had surprisingly stayed quiet and listened to your conversation, looking between you both.

You give a sarcastic sigh and force yourself to stand up. “Alright, let’s go.”

Next thing you know, you were running from security at a science building that Lip got into. You were hiding in a random lab room and were taking deep breaths as you leaned against the wall next to the door with Lip next to you, a backpack over his shoulder.

After a moment of silence, you could hear the security in the hallway going through the rooms. Their radios going off every now and then.

“I have a solution.” Lip whispers to you.

You look at him and lock his with him and he as that look in his eye when he has a stupidly genius idea. “Okay?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“It involves fire.”

You sigh and lean your head back against the wall, shaking your head. “Absolutely not, Phillip.” You pause and then hiss out to him, “If we die, I’m going to spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was all your fault.”

He shrugs and purses his lips together. “That’s cool. I don’t mind having company while being a ghost.”

You make a disgruntled face at him and he chuckles.

The next thing you know, you found your way over to the window and look out. There was a covered walkway right under the walkway so you both rushed to open the window.

“This way is more efficient.” He laughs out as he looks at you.

You shook your head and for dramatic effect added, “This way is going to get us killed.”

You both jumped over to the metal covering the walk way and it makes a dull thud as you rush to then climb down to the ground. Both of you then rush to exit the campus.

Thankfully, you made it back to the house and you both crashed in Lip’s room. After the adrenaline came down, he started to work on the machine as you read a book. You were exhausted from the running.

Yawning, you turn the page. The sound of him tinkering with the machine stopped for a brief moment.

“Yeah, being pretty must be tiring.” He spoke up without looking at you.

You paused and looked at him with raised eyebrows. Tilting your head, you smirk. “Then you must be exhausted.”

He freezes and looks up you to lock eyes with you. You notice his cheeks had tints of red on them. You continue to smirk as you turn back to your book.

The next thing you know, the sound of tools hitting the floor sounds out and Lip jumping on top of you makes you laugh as he attacks you.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher one shot #lip gallagher x gn!reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #shameless imagine #shameless one shot #fandom imagine #fandom one shot

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gaybabything · 9 months ago

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Don't even worry about it, they never last more than a day (I say this while suffocating from the gas)

An accurate retelling of me trying to convince my mom to let me stay home today cause I am in a tremendous amount of pain:

Me: Mom I am in a lot of pain and want to throw up can I please stay home from school.

Mom: No, the only reason your period hurts so bad is cause you don't exercise. (Yes she really said this.)

Me: The reason my periods hurt so bad is because I have a literal disease that makes them worse???

Mom: No you don't.

Me: You were there??? In the room??? When the gynecologist said I have PCOS???

Mom: Oh, I guess I do remember that. You're still going to school tho. Also you need to exercise more.

#honestly this school is so chalkfull of safety hazards its not even funny #The glue holding down every single floor and wall tile is made with asbestos #we once broke a tile and pried it up in class and we couldn't go in the room again until the janitor patched the hole #there's also a newly installed fence that everyone hates #it's placed in a way that if there's ever an evacuation about 15 classrooms will be funneled through 1 tiny gate #cause they padlocked the other gate that cause they didn’t want kids walking on the grass #hang on I'm gonna draw you a picture of this fence cause it is literally so stupid and dangerous

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scorchedthesnake · 10 months ago

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March 7, 2011

I moved to New York City in August 2010. My life before New York was something I’d grown completely unsatisfied with: I had moved to Connecticut for graduate school in 2001, had weathered two recessions in the relative security of academe but could see the writing on the wall for the doom of that profession and so had, via my teaching assistants union, begun to work for our international union as a communications staffer. This had given me a way out of Connecticut, though escaping the cultish environment of the union would still take a few more years.

The person I was back then was very unlike the person I am now. I wasn’t very much fun those first nine months in the city because I was just so afraid of everything. Bars scared me; too many strangers. Clubs scared me; too dark and too many unknowns and unpredictable scenarios. I was happy to be in a new place but petrified by what that freedom actually meant, and I had yet to find any place to belong or feel at home in.

I worked on 7th Avenue back then, around 27th Street. I remember sitting in my dreary cubicle that Monday, when I got a message from my best friend Matt, asking me if I wanted to go to a show that evening. No, I said, I really just want to go home and hide from the world. It’s the show John (O’Malley) is working on, he said, and he got us comps. Well what kind of show is it, I asked? “We’re gonna, like, chase sexy dancers around a warehouse.” Oh god that sounds so stupid, do I have to? “Just come with me, if you hate it you can leave.”

So around 7pm I walked over to 10th Avenue and the block was so dumpy back then – junkyards, warehouses, not much else. I saw a small line of people gathered at the address I’d been given, so I approached and was handed this card:

I don’t remember anything about checking in or what it was like seeing Manderley for the first time, though I do remember Maximilian being there, giving a short speech and then we were taken to the elevator. I remember getting off the elevator on 3, and taking far too long to explore an empty Macbeths bedroom before, I suppose, figuring out I should investigate the other floors.

I’ve told this story often, though: at some point I came across an extremely attractive man moving quickly, so I did what it seemed like many others were doing: I followed him. We were in the 2nd loop by now, and I had realized it was a loop; but my target soon was running down High Streeet and through a darkened door and it slammed in my face and, to my surprise, was locked.

Oh, there are secret things all over here, aren’t there?

So I picked up his trail again as soon as I could, and stuck as close as I could. Including when we stumbled down all the flights of stairs and I wondered, should I call for help? Is the performer injured? But I stuck to him like glue and when he again approached that darkened door I was close enough to get inside.

And so the highlight of my first show was seeing Luke Murphy in interrogation.

After the finale I reconnected with Matt. We had, of course, seen completely different shows. As we exited we saw John. “Did you get any one on ones,” he asked? One on whats? “Well, I had one where the man in the lobby took me into a room and started putting on makeup.”

No we hadn’t seen anything like that. We immediately set about buying tickets for later in the six-week run. And we wandered the streets for a couple hours after that, comparing notes, feverishly reconstructing what we had just experienced.

Obviously I did not sleep that night.

So much of the time you don’t know when everything has changed. You realize it long after the fact and in retrospect. Not this, this I knew was a fundamental shift. I’d never felt my senses at full alert like that, my mind racing trying to make sense of something so visceral. The music rang in my ears for hours, days later, and I knew when I came back, I’d need a plan.

#sleep no more #sleepnomore #mckittrick hotel #sleepnomorenyc #sleep no more nyc #punchdrunk #mckittrick

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rosekeu · 1 year ago

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the pit of despair : attack on titan

a/n: this is just a draft.. seeing how this story preforms and how much people like it. im still gonna continue it but i need feeback to see if posting it on tumblr is worth it.

levi ackerman x reader | erwin smith x reader

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chapter 000 : past naivety - pt.1 " the start of something. "

"Could you please stop yanking on my collar, Mellilla." You smile to yourself, messing around with Erwin was definitely one of your favorite moments of the day, and hearing his father talk about history was entertaining too, but today you had no intention of listening. Erwin, being the observant child he is, was able to take note. As for the nickname, Mellilla, it meant little sweetheart or little honey in Latin. It came unphased to you, your mother started calling you that since you were born, and it just stuck like glue and spread around the walls like a prayer.

"Why are you so jittery?" Erwin turned in his wooden desk, looking at you with an unamused expression while doing so. Your smile only grew wider.

"Erwin, you're not going to believe it. My father and I are going to give out more candy, and he mentioned this time that this location was especially special, so I can't wait!!"Your comments were thrilled with loud joy; your classmates were confused, and you mouthed 'sorry' all around. Erwin doesn't seem to respond to your words at first, but the gleam in your eyes as you speak tells him all he needs to know. His look softens, and a little curve appears on his lips. "Sounds interesting."

"I know, right!"

Your father was a well-known candy maker, and your mother did a little bit of everything. You name it: politics, business, art, teaching, or cooking. She was well-known inside the confines of the walls. People frequently respected your mother's versatility and ability to achieve in a variety of fields. Her wide skill set established her as a respected member of the walls, and she was always eager to provide a helping hand wherever it was required.

"Well, this is our last lecture before lunch, so try to sit still till' then." Erwin responds, taking both of his hands to grip your shoulders and give them a firm squeeze, then returning his attention to his father's explanation at the board. You sighed to yourself, lazily gazing around, attempting to focus but failing miserably. Still, after a time, the lecture ended, and you dragged Erwin, who was still putting his notes in his backpack, to lunch.

"Y/N! Slow down!"

As you both ran through the school corridors, you made it first to the cafeteria, where you had your first plates of lunch. Your wide smile soon disappeared and turned into a mixture of disgust and surprise.

It was bread and the most nasty beans you could ever imagine. Along with a nice glass of water. You glanced at Erwin to see if he had the same expression, and he did, but more subtly.

"I think this is the worst lunch we've had in years..." you whispered to Erwin, trying not to attract attention. He nodded in agreement, his face reflecting the same disappointment. The tasteless bread and overcooked beans made you both gag at the sight. Exchanging a knowing look, silently deciding to bring your own lunches from now on. You looked at the lunch lady serving the food, she's been working here since you started primary school, which wasn't long since you were only in 5th grade.

"Miss, is this our—"

"Yes, dear, food supplies have been taking way longer than they should to get here, so this is all we have for now... be grateful, Mell." You sighed, realizing that the lunch lady was just as frustrated with the situation as you were. It seemed unfair to blame her for the lackluster meal when she had no control over the limited supplies. Nevertheless, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as you reluctantly took a bite of the tasteless bread.

"So, Mellilla, you know I'm going to join the survey corps, right?" You pricked and prodded at your meal. Ever since you've known Erwin, he has shared his dreams and aspirations with you, not only wanting peace for the world but also knowing the truth. Using his father's knowledge to encourage him as well. As much as you admired him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about the decision. It was the most dangerous regiment of all.

"Yeah, yeah, you've told me all about it." You said this as you were holding a gloomy expression. You couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it. "I want you to be part of my squad. You're going to help me uncover the truth. And maybe become my wife..." Erwin mumbled the last part, and you didn't seem to catch it.

"Do you think we'll be able to do that? Sounds hard." You said, holding your head in your palm as you looked at him. He met your gaze and smiled. "I believe in you and myself. I want you by my side to help me reach my dream."

You thought he sounded like an adult, but Erwin has always been that way. Proper speech and decorum were something you really needed to work on. But nonetheless, you thought about joining the scouts and fighting the titans. It wasn't your ideal life, but you couldn't ignore the sense of purpose and adventure that came with it. "I'll have to think about it..."

You both continued chatting as normal, and soon enough, the bell rang. One more class until the end of the day. As you walked to your next class, thoughts of joining the scouts lingered in your mind. The idea of fighting titans seemed daunting, but deep down, you couldn't shake off the feeling of curiosity that came with seeing the sights outside the walls. Freedom...

The hope of being free to explore the world outside the walls was appealing, especially when you considered the wide scenery and unknown wonders that awaited ahead. You were never the most bright child, not like Erwin. He was bright, excelling in practically every subject, notably history and math. You were more artistic and creative, and you often sought solace in your imagination.

Painting, writing, and music were your escape from the hectic world. Dancing, in particular, and music go hand in hand. You liked it, as the town's bands marched about, you couldn't help but join in and dance.

The school day was quickly coming to an end, and you were throwing your bag over your shoulder. As you walk out of the classroom, you notice Erwin chatting with his father at the teacher's desk. You approach him and softly tap his shoulder. "I'm leaving, and I won't be able to see you until tomorrow," you said as he turned to face you.

Erwin nods, and before he can respond, you hug his figure.His father chuckles at the sight. Erwin couldn't help but stand still with a red face. "That's alright. I will be here tomorrow, you can come and see me again." he said.

"I'll miss you!" You sang happily, skipping out of the classroom. Erwin's eyes were glued to you until you turned the corner when you were out of his sight. As Erwin watched you disappear, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"So that's the girl?" His father asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Erwin nodded, his smile growing wider.

"Yeah, that's her."

"Y/N huh? She's special y'know."

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Opening the door with uncontained excitement, you found your father getting the multitude of boxes ready for delivery. Hearing the door creak, your father's eyes landed on you, a huge smile playing on your lips. "I'm ready, father! I just need to change out of my uniform!" You yelled, hurriedly taking off your school loafers, almost tripping in the process.

Your father laughs, "No rush, Mell. I still need to pack some boxes."

You run to your room, taking off the uniform with ease and quickly changing into a white blouse and a fairly long light blue skirt, matching white gloves, and a blue ribbon for your hair. As you emerged from your room, your father looked at you with pride in his eyes. "You look absolutely stunning, Mell," he exclaimed. "Now we can tackle these boxes together and get them ready for delivery." With a renewed sense of excitement, you joined your father in the task, eager to help him complete the job efficiently.

"Where is this special place, father?" You asked about placing each candy in its designated box.

"Well, it's a surprise for now, Mell. But I can say that you need to be respectful. You'll meet many different people— people that live in conditions you can't even imagine." Your father smiled, but it didn't hold warmth or happiness but a bit of sadness as he continued to pack the candies.

"It's a place where we can make a difference, Mell," he replied. "We'll be bringing joy and hope to those who need it most." As you carefully placed the last candy in its box, you couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion.

The sudden excitement you were feeling all day turned into a pit of uncertainty in your stomach. Your father is now loading the candy boxes into the carriage, and the chaperone is assisting you in climbing up the steps inside. The road was rocky and uneven, but you had packed your purse, which included a spare hair tie, a pen, a bandaid and a short chain with a tiny jar attached. It was empty, but you fantasized about filling it with something important in the far future. You kind of treated it like a good-luck charm.

The road seemed never-ending, and eventually you fell asleep, but your father woke you with a soft shake and said, "We're here."

You rub your eyes and squint, but when you looked at the open door, there was no sunlight shining on it, it seemed dark and gloomy. You wondered if you were still dreaming. You stepped out of the carriage hesitantly, holding onto your father's hand securely. Before you could even question your whereabouts, your father had beat you to it.

"This place is called the underground, where stealthy criminals and blood-ridden murderers live." The tone of his voice holds a seriousness. And you take a step back in fear, your breath seemingly getting ragged.

"However, people who have given their lives and, in return, have been given the bare minimum live here too. Children who have been forced to fend for themselves on the streets, as well as the elderly who have been abandoned." Your father gets on one knee to look at you in the eyes, firmly holding your gloved hands in his. You feel a lump form in your throat as your father's words sink in. The weight of the underground's reality starts to bear down on you, and you can't help but wonder why. Why has society failed these people... and left them to suffer in the shadows?

"Children like you and Erwin were blessed enough to be born into stable lives. These people haven't. They have been left to suffer and struggle, to be forgotten by society. It's a harsh reality that we often overlook, but today we try to offer them hope. With such a simple thing as this." He digs out a lollipop from his pockets and twirls it in his fingers.

"We can bring an even small smile to their faces." You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. As your father and his team brought the countless boxes into the center of the town, you couldn't help but stare at the surroundings. The houses looked lifeless and dull. Many adults give sketchy glances from their windows and the streets.

But the children seemed to be gleaming with unexplained joy, hurriedly running towards your father's workers and waiting patiently for the sweets. The children's eyes sparkled with anticipation as they eagerly reached out their hands, their smiles contagious. It was heartwarming to see their excitement amidst the otherwise somber atmosphere of the town.

Your lips curled into a gentle smile as you watched the scene unfold, and children were also lining up to you. Silently pleading with joyful smiles for the sweet treats. You opened a box and started handing them out, receiving many thank-yous along the way. This feeling of giving someone a glimmer of how beautiful and good life can be, was something you wanted to feel more often.

As your box ran out, you could spot a kid around your age, if not older, about Erwin's age. He held a scowl, his clothes looked torn and dirty, and he seemed to be keeping his distance from the other children. The boy noticed that you saw him and turned the corner, now out of sight.

Curiosity piqued, and you decided to go find him. You stepped around the corner, and he wasn't there. As if vanishing into thin air. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, you were shoved to the ground, landing on your hands and knees.

You turn your head, and it's the boy you saw earlier. You're now getting a better look at him. He had dark hair, gray eyes, and pale skin, and he had a decent cut on his cheek. You looked at him up and down and noticed the dagger he held in his hand, which made your eyes widen. You stood up, dusting off your skirt, and furrowed your brows. "What was that for?" you questioned, your voice holding hesitance.

The boy doesn't respond, only boring his eyes at you, glancing at every part of you as if he were searching for something. His gaze lingered on your face, and you could feel his intense scrutiny. "Uhm.. That cut on your cheek looks pretty bad... I have a bandage if you'd like." You smile warmly.

Again, he doesn't respond, only tilting his head. "Give me your bag." He states, his voice firm and commanding. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of his intentions, but ultimately hand over your bag to him. As he rummages through it, you can't help but feel a mix of curiosity and unease about what he might be looking for. "You're not going to fin—"

"This doesn't have shit."

He throws your bag on the ground, and you pick it up, checking if all the items are inside. Then, when you look up, he's already walking away. "Hey! Wait up!" You run to him, and he turns to face you, but you're already too close to stop and end up tackling him to the ground.

"Sorry, I just wanted to catch up with you," you said, still panting from the surprise attack. He shoves you off of him. "What's your name...?" You said you were trying to make a conversation but failed as he didn't respond.

"My real name is Y/N, but most people call me Mellilla. You can call me that too." You chuckle, hoping to get a response from the boy. He leans on the wall, sitting with his eyes looking at the dirt. You scoot next to him. You search for the pen in your purse and grab his hand; he rapidly slaps yours and pulls his away.

You can't help but feel a sense of disappointment. "It's to show you how I write my name so you remember... People say I have pretty handwriting, so don't worry!" you said, making a second attempt at grabbing his hand this time he lets you, intently watching your every move. You write down your nickname.

Mellilla ♥

He looks at the name, "Strange nickname for a strange girl."

"Hey! I'm not strange! If anything, you're strange for holding a knife and threatening me." You huffed.

Silence engulfs the atmosphere once again. "Uhm... My father sells the candy you were looking at earlier. I can bring you some if you'd like." You fidget with your thumbs, and he glances over at you momentarily.

"You don't need to say anything! I'll bring you some!" You cheered happily, standing up from your spot and hurriedly running back to your father, who was still giving out treats and talking with some citizens. You managed to steal a pretty small box that held each type of candy. When you came back, the boy was still there, and your smile widened. You came crashing with the box, excitedly sitting next to him.

"So since I don't know which one is your favorite, I brought you one of each!" You exclaimed, quickly explaining each one of them. "This one is my personal favorite... It's a chocolate truffle filled with strawberry cream! IT'S SUPER GOOD!!" you gushed, holding one in your hands.

"You have to try it!!" And the boy grabs the little chocolate ball from your grasp and stuffs it into his mouth. He chews it thoughtfully, and you eagerly await his reaction. You notice his face transform from grouchy to a tiny smile. "See, I knew you'd like it!!"

"Levi."

"Hm?" You said, as you packed all the candies again and pushed the box towards him.

"Levi. That's my name." You made an 'Oh' sound and nodded. "Nice to meet you, Levi," you replied with a warm smile. You looked at him again and noticed the cut on his cheek once more.

"Let me put a bandaid on that, Levi." You offered, and he nodded as he looked at something else. You scooted closer to him, being able to see his face better—a pale, almost ghost-like complexion. It seemed unhealthy. "Do you eat a fair amount?" You asked, peeling the plastic from the bandage.

"Why does it matter to you." he spat, turning his gaze elsewhere. You paused for a moment, taken aback by his defensive response, but not hurt. "Well, it's just that you seem pale, is all."

You gently grabbed his chin to face you, and you placed the small bandage softly on his cut. His eyes never met yours, but they let you examine his face more. Dirty. That's how you would describe it. His skin was covered in a layer of grime, giving it a rough and unkempt appearance. The dirt seemed ingrained, as if it had been there for quite some time. It made you wonder about his living conditions and what he had been through. Dark almost jet black hair, greasy and eyes gray like a dreamy fog.

"All done! Here." you said, taking off the blue ribbon that decorated your hair and wrapping it around his wrist, making a bow.

"So you never forget me!" You smiled, and as if on cue, your father's voice could be heard. "Mellilla! Where are you!?"

"Well, that's my father, I have to go." You stood, shaking off the dirt they had collected on your skirt. He stood up too, his eyes looking at the ribbon you placed on him. Walking away from the alley , Levi right behind you, and your skirt got hung up on the corner.

"Ugh! I'm stuck!"

You yanked on the blue cloth in vain. Levi observed your struggle and pulled out his dagger, kneeling on one knee to cut the cloth. "Oh no... My mother is going to be furious."

You looked at the hem of the skirt, the obvious missing chunk being the center of attention. Levi sighed and handed you the torn fabric, saying, "Aren't you wealthy? I'd imagine you can get this fixed quickly." He said, holding the torn fabric in his hands.

"Well, it's not that simple. I'm supposed to be responsible, you know?" You said, a disappointed look on your face.

"It was an accident." He states.

"I guess you're right... well goobye Levi!" You said running towards your father. And he subtly waved back.

"Tch, strange girl."

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The carriage ride back home was chatty, with all the employees talking cheerfully, and you sat quietly thinking about the boy you had met. "What happened to your dress, Mellilla?"

Your train of thought was interrupted. "Uhh, it ripped as I was running. It got stuck somewhere." You said, gripping your dress anxiously, trying to hide the tear.

As the carriage continued its journey, you couldn't help but wonder if you would ever see Levi again. The memory of his subtle wave replayed in your mind, leaving you with a sense of longing.

'What a weird boy.'

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Levi walked along the dark streets of the underground, a box of candy in hand. His mind was filled with thoughts of the strange girl. Mellilla. He looked at the name written on his forearm, and his brows furrowed.

Who was she?

And why was she so kind?

He brushed his thoughts aside as he got back to his little hideout, expecting to see his fellow friends. The bickering he heard outside made his thoughts true.

"That's not how you play the game, Furlan!" A female voice spoke, followed by a chuckle. "You're definitely cheating!" The voice added.

"Isabel, you're being such a baby." Another voice said ,sounding exasperated. He recognized the voices as those of his friends Isabel and Furlan, known for their playful banter. Curiosity piqued, and he hurriedly made his way towards the source of the commotion.

As Levi opened the door, his friends' faces turned to look at him. Their eyes widened in surprise at his sudden arrival.

"Levi!" Isabel exclaimed, dropping the cards and rushing towards him. "What's in the box?" Furlan questioned.

"Candy."

"Weird.. There's rarely any candy down here. How'd you get it?" Isabel asked, walking beside him to the table. Furlan hummed in agreement. Levi explained that a candy company was giving out free candy and a girl managed to give him a whole box of it.

"Wow, that's so sweet!" Isabel stated as she rummaged through the package, attempting to read each label. Furlan is doing the same thing.

"Did you get her name?" Furlan asked, now opening one of the colorful lollipops in his hands and popping it into his mouth.

"No, I didn't catch her name," Levi lied as he sat on the dirty couch. Making the long sleeve he was wearing fall down to his elbow and up to his wrists. Smoothly covering up the pen marks you had left him. He let out a sigh and leaned back against the couch, his eyes fixed on the blue ribbon on his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Levi." Your smile. He would say it was contagious.

Isabel shrugged and said, "Well, at least we have plenty of candy to enjoy now." Furlan nodded in agreement, savoring the sweetness of the lollipop as they continued to explore the contents of the box.

Mellilla. The strange girl.

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bjfinn · 10 months ago

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SOMEBODY TO LOVE

"Beetlejuice"/"School of Rock" crossover

"You breathers are lucky," Beej said. "You and Rosalie have a good thing going, and Chuck has Dee -- hell, even Babs and Sexy get to be together forever now." He looked down at the floor. "But me ... I got nobody."

Dewey nodded. "What about Tina?"

"Tina?"

"I know you got a crush on her -- you're always talkin' about her."

"Yeah, so?" Beej said defensively. "I'm always talkin' about you, but I don't have a crush on you! "

"Yeah, sure you don't," Dewey chuckled. "Anyway, why not ask her out?"

"She's not interested."

"Did she tell you that? Or do you just think that? Come on, man -- what've you got to lose? The worst that'll happen is that she'll say no -- and then at least you'll know for sure, right? And she might say yes."

"You think?"

"Yeah. Come on, man -- go for it!"

Beej looked at him and grinned. "Okay, I will!"

"Atta boy! And I can be your wingman!"

"You wanna go to the Netherworld?" Beej shook his head. "Not a good idea, pal -- it's too dangerous for breathers down there."

"I'll have you to keep me safe, right?" Dewey pointed out. "Besides, it's your ... your hometown, I guess -- I wanna see where my brother's from."

*****

"Okay," Beej said. "If we're gonna do this, we gotta have some rules. First, you gotta stick close to me -- if we get separated, well ... it won't be a good thing. B, no matter what you see or hear, you can't show any fear, okay? Demons and monsters are attracted to fear -- we feed on it. It's like blood to a shark. And three, if I say run, you fuckin' run! Got it?"

"Stick close, no fear, run -- got it."

"Okay." Beej took the piece of chalk from his jacket pocket and drew a door on the wall. He knocked three times and the door opened, a sickly green light emanating from the portal. He took Dewey's hand and they stepped over the threshold and into the Netherworld.

*****

The intense cold hit Dewey instantly, chilling him to the bone -- never in his life had he ever imagined such cold. He couldn't breathe, couldn't feel his heart beating, couldn't even feel his body. And the space around him was blacker than black -- there was no word for such an absence. Not in any human language, anyway.

The silence of the Void was deafening -- it was as if his ears had been filled with concrete. He felt himself drifting, drifting, drifting ...

Suddenly he landed on hard-packed ground, so hard it knocked the wind out of him. Then Beej hauled him to his feet and grabbed him in a crushing bearhug.

"I nearly lost you!" Beej said. "When you let go of my hand --"

"I couldn't feel your hand," Dewey told him, wrapping his arms around the demon. "I-I ... I couldn't feel anything -- not even myself. It was like ... like I didn't exist any more. How long --"

"Just the blink of an eye," Beej replied. "Time dilation. The Void is between realities. Technically you were in a state of probability -- existing and not existing at the same time."

"Like Schrödinger's cat," Dewey said.

"I don't know any Schrödinger," Beej replied, "and I don't know what his cat has to do with anything -- but yeah, okay, whatever works."

"So ..." Dewey said, looking around, "this is the Netherworld, huh? Pretty, uh ... dark. And cold." He zipped up his AC/DC bomber jacket, grateful that Beej had told him to bring it, and stuck his hands in the pockets. He wished he had an extra pair of hands to cover his ears -- Beej had told him about the sound of the Netherworld, but it was worse than he'd imagined.

"Yeah," Beej said. "Not a nice place to visit." He grabbed Dewey's hand. "Okay, now remember -- you gotta stick to me like glue. If you get lost, I might not be able to find you."

Dewey gulped. "Got it. Uh, how far do we hafta go?"

"Not too far -- I just need to find the trail."

"Huh?"

"It's not like Topside -- things move around down here -- like a lot. That's why you hafta stay with me."

"I thought that when someone went through the portal, they were sent directly to the Processing Department," Dewey said.

"They do if they're newly dead," Beej told him. "But for breathers, no. And I was born dead, so not for me, either." He looked around. "This way," he said.

With Beej in the lead, the two of them started off in the direction the demon had chosen.

It wasn't long before they entered what Dewey could only describe as a jungle -- strange looking trees grew in riotous profusion, their trunks and branches twisted, their leaves fat and leathery, while the forest floor was carpeted in thick moss, out of which grew ghostly fungi and plants that looked like they'd been conceived by Tim Burton -- some resembled venus fly-traps, others were collections of branches covered with scale-like leaves and bearing what could only be eyes at the tips, and still others with fanged mouths on their stems.

Dewey stumbled and put out a hand ...

"Don't touch that! " Beej yelled, and Dewey snatched his hand away from the tree he'd almost leaned against. "You see that sap running off it? Pure acid. Eat clean through to the bone -- and then it'll eat the bone."

They heard a rustling in the undergrowth, accompanied by gutteral hissing and a clacking sound.

"Ah, shit!" Beej said. "RUN!!! "

As they fled, Dewey looked back to see what was chasing them -- and instantly regretted it. The thing looked like a gigantic spider, but it had too many legs and too many eyes, and there was a gaping, drooling, fang-rimmed maw on the underside of its body. And the thing was huge -- it towered over them, hissing and clacking its mandibles menacingly.

"I SAID RUN!!! " Beej bellowed, and gave Dewey's hand a yank that nearly tore his arm out of its socket.

"WHY DON'T YOU USE YOUR MAGIC? " Dewey yelled as they crashed through the underbrush. The giant spider-thing was gaining on them by the second.

"I WILL! " Beej shouted. "BUT WE GOTTA GET AWAY FROM IT FIRST! "

Suddenly the two of them were airborne -- they'd unknowingly reached the edge of a depression and were now tumbling head-over-heels down the slope, smashing into rocks and branches, each doing his best to protect his head from injury.

They landed unceremoniously in a tangle of arms and legs at the bottom, the wind knocked out of both of them. As they scrambled to their feet, Dewey looked back -- the monster was coming down after them.

Beej grabbed his hand. "In here! " he said, pulling his friend into a small cave just in time to save them from being squashed by the creature's clawed feet.

Beej snapped his fingers, and suddenly they were in the middle of a vast expanse of sand. The sky was the colour of a bruise, dull purple and yellow, and a hot, dry wind moaned around them, an eerie counterpoint to the eldritch background noise of Hell.

"Fuck," Beej said under his breath.

"Whaddya mean, 'fuck'?" Dewey asked. "Where are we?"

Something roared then -- closer than Dewey wanted.

"The Dunes of Tartarus," Beej told him. "Not where I wanted us to go."

As if on cue, something roared in the middle distance.

"What was that?"

"Sandworm," the demon replied. "We gotta go -- now! "

He grabbed Dewey's hand, but they were tossed backwards as the sand in front of them exploded and a massive, scaly, black-and-white striped column of muscle erupted from the ground.

Dewey, flat on his back, watched in terror as the sandworm rose up and up ... and up ... and up. He figured it had to be four hundred feet long -- and that was just the part he could see. It hadn't pulled itself clear of the sand yet.

Then he screamed -- it was coming down, diving straight for him, both mouths agape.

Beej threw himself on top of Dewey and snapped again.

Now they were in a dark alley of some kind.

"Ah, shit," Beej muttered as he got off of his friend and helped him up.

"What's that mean?" Dewey said.

"Nothing to worry about," Beej replied. "Things have just ... moved around more than I was expecting, that's all."

"You know what?" Dewey said. "I don't think you know what you're doing! I don't think you have a fucking clue where we're going!"

"Oh, yeah?" Beej snarled. "You think you could do better?"

"Well, I couldn't do any worse! "

"I SAVED your ass! THREE TIMES! " He held up three fingers to illustrate.

"Yeah -- but YOU'RE the reason my ass needed saving in the FIRST place! "

Beej let out a roar and punched his friend in the nose, and then suddenly they were grappling in the alley like two stray dogs fighting over a scrap of food.

After a few minutes, though, they called a truce, helped each other up and brushed the dirt off one another.

Beej licked a finger and held it up. "This way," he said.

*****

They trudged along the streets of the dark city, dully flickering neon signs providing the only light. Dewey soon gave up trying to read them -- he couldn't tell what language they were in, or even if they were in a script he'd seen before.

He heard skittering in the shadows, a higher pitched sound than the dull background roar. Rats, he thought. Or worse.

Beej stopped at a door and knocked, a complicated rhythm -- obviously some kind of code. The door creaked open and they stepped inside.

The warehouse they found themselves in was dimly lit by a single low-watt bulb hanging naked from the ceiling. Stacked against the walls were several wooden crates and pallets, but otherwise it was empty.

Beej put two fingers in his mouth and whistled sharply.

Dewey's eyes widened in fear at the sight of what answered the demon's summons. A dozen or more skeletons appeared from behind the crates and pallets and began shuffling towards them.

"Holy FUCK! " he yelped.

"Relax," Beej said. "They're buddies of mine. Hi, guys! I want you to meet my brother, Dewey! This is the skeleton crew."

One of the skeletons reached its hand out. Dewey took it and gave it a shake. "Uh ... nice -- nice to meet you."

"They don't talk," Beej said in a stage whisper. "No tongues, you know."

One by one Dewey shook hands with each of the skeletons.

"Anyway, these guys can help us find the Processing Department -- right?"

The skeletons nodded. One of them retrieved a map from a hidden cupboard and unrolled it. With a bony finger it pointed out their location, and then traced a path on the map. Dewey saw that the skeleton's finger left a visible trail on the paper. It looked like blood.

The skeleton rolled up the map again and handed it to Beej, patting him on the back and nodding.

"Thanks, pal," Beej said. "I'll get this back to you asap."

The skeleton crew waved as the two of them exited the warehouse.

*****

At long last, they arrived at the Netherworld Processing Department.

Dewey wasn't sure what he'd expected, but it hadn't been anything like this -- the place looked like a corporate office straight out of a movie from the '70s or '80s, with overhead fluorescent lighting, dingy tiled flooring, and row upon row of identical desks -- each complete with what looked to be a Commodore-64, a two-tiered tray for paperwork, and a black rotary phone. At each desk sat a clerk, some with gunshot wounds to the head or chest, others with bloated purple-black faces and bulging eyes who still bore the rope marks around their necks, still others with deep slash-marks on their wrists ...

"Suicides," Beej told him. "If you kill yourself, you become a civil servant in the afterlife."

"Okay," Dewey said with a nod. "Good to know."

Beej led him to a door with a frosted glass window on which was stencilled

DEPARTMENT DIRECTOR

Below that was a piece of masking tape on which was hand-written in black marker

Carmen Álvarez y García

(Miss Argentina 1957)

"Here we are," Beej said, and knocked lightly on the wooden frame of the door.

"¡Entraste!" a woman's voice said, and Beej turned the knob and stepped inside.

"Hi, Tina!" he said.

Tina rose quickly from her seat and came around the desk to hug her friend.

"Beej! " she exclaimed. "¡Estoy encantada de verte de nuevo! ¿Como estas, mi amigo? ¿Todo está bien?"

"Slow down, Tina! You know I don't habla español so good!"

Tina scoffed. "¡Lo hablas mejor que yo!" She smiled warmly. "But what brings you back here? I thought you were going to be staying Topside, with your new family."

"I wanted you to meet somebody," he told her. "Tina, this is my brother, Dewey. Dewey, Tina."

"You're brother? " she said incredulously as she took both of Dewey's hands in hers -- they were ice-cold. "But how ...?"

"It's a long story," Beej replied. "Remind me to tell you sometime."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Dewey," she said.

"Likewise." Dewey looked appraisingly at the woman. Tina was a good six feet tall, with long, wavy auburn locks, deep brown eyes and legs up to there -- and skin of the most sickly green colour he'd ever seen. He noticed, as well, the slashes on her wrists, and his stomach did a slow roll.

"But Beej, you shouldn't have brought him here -- you know how dangerous it is for the living."

"Yeah, I know," the demon said. "But I really wanted you guys to meet."

Tina looked at him. "I know you, Beej," she said. "And I know you wouldn't have brought him here just to meet me. Why else have you come, mi amigo? And what is so important that you would bring your friend ... your brother?"

Beej bit his lip, abashed, his hair turning pink.

"I'm here for, uh ... moral support," Dewey told her. "Beej has something he wants to ask you."

"No, I don't," Beej demurred. "I --"

"Yes, you do," Dewey insisted. "Come on, buddy -- ask her! Don't ... don't let this whole trip be for nothing."

"What do you want to ask me, Beej?"

Beej looked down at his shoes.

Dewey punched him on the arm.

"Ow!" Beej exclaimed, and drew back his own fist to return the favour.

"Beej," Tina said. "Por favor, mi amigo -- dímelo."

He sighed heavily, his fingers interlaced at his waist, scuffing his shoes on the floor. His nervousness was palpable. "I ... I ..." He looked up at Tina, his eyes filled with hope and pain in equal measure. "I wanted to ask you if ... if ... if you think you could ..." He took a ragged breath. "I mean, if you say no, that's ... that's okay. It's no big deal, you know? I was just curious, that's all."

"Curious about what?"

Beej looked at her, surprised. "About what I asked you."

"Uh, Beej," Dewey said, "you haven't asked her yet."

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Right. Duh! " He gave Tina a goofy grin that faded too quickly.

She smiled expectantly. He coughed into his fist.

"Ask her!" Dewey said, giving the demon a none-too-gentle shove. Beej scowled at Dewey, and then turned back to Tina.

"Do ... do you ..." Beej began hesitantly.

"Do I ...?" Tina prompted.

"Do ... ah, shit. Never mind -- it's not important." He turned away.

"Beej," Dewey said. "Come on, man -- you can do it."

"This was a bad idea."

Dewey put his hands on the demon's shoulders. "No it wasn't," he said. "You'll never know if you don't ask." He turned Beej around to face Tina and gave him a shove. "Now ask her!"

Beej looked at Tina and then lowered his gaze to the floor, wringing his hands, his hair a mix of purple and pink. "I ... I ..."

"What is it, Beej?" Tina asked. "You can tell me anything -- soy tu amiga."

But Beej just looked at her nervously. Finally he turned away again. "I can't," he said. "I-I'm sorry."

"Oh, for crissakes!" Dewey said. "He's in love with you, and he wants to ask you if you'll be his girlfriend."

Tina's eyes widened in surprise. "¿Es la verdad?"

Beej nodded, hope and despair warring in his expression.

Tina stood and went over to him. She hugged him and then took his face in her hands. "When I first met you," she said, "I thought you were a horrible little man. You wouldn't leave me alone, and I did my best to avoid you as much as I could -- but still you persisted. So I agreed to have lunch with you, just to get you off my back."

Beej looked at her, his lip caught between his teeth.

"And you listened to my story," she continued. "How I killed myself because I lost a damn beauty pageant -- and you comforted me. You didn't laugh at me, or tell me what an idiota I was. You hugged me -- do you remember that?"

Beej nodded.

"And I saw how Juno -- your own mother -- treated you, and I realised that you are not a horrible little man. You are a good man. And we became friends. And gradually ... over time, I ... fell in love with you."

Beej gasped, his eyes wide. "Really???"

Tina nodded. "Really," she said. "But I said nothing because ... I didn't want to be the one to ask -- so I waited for you to ask. But you never did. And I came to think that you didn't feel that way about me.

"I wish that you had asked me this years ago," she told him. "I would have said yes. But now ... well, you are living Topside now, with a new family and new friends who clearly love you and care for you."

"They do love me," the demon said.

"Sí, lo veo. Pero ... you know that I cannot share that life with you. I cannot go Topside to be with you -- it is not permitted. And I will not let you throw away your life with the breathers for my sake.

"Lo siento mucho, Beej, but it could never be -- long-distance relationships never work."

The demon's eyes welled up, and she gathered him to herself, hugging him tightly. "But I will always be your friend," she said.

"Ah hell," Dewey said. "I'm sorry, dude -- I never should've made you ask her."

"No, it's okay," Beej told him, wiping his eyes. "At least now I know, right?"

"Yeah," Dewey nodded sadly. Then something occurred to him. He waved Tina over. "Hey, uh ... ha-have you ever heard of ... friends with benefits?" he asked her in a low voice.

She shook her head. "No ... I don't think so. What does that mean?"

"Uh ... well, I don't know if you know this, but Beej ... he's never, uh ... he's never done it."

Her brows furrowed. "Never done what?" Then her eyes flew open. "Oh! Really? He's never ...?"

Dewey shook his head. "Nope," he said. "So do you, uh ... do you think you could ... I don't know ... accomodate him? Maybe?"

She smiled. "You are a good friend," she said. "A good brother." She turned back to the demon. "Dewey has an idea -- would you like to be 'friends with benefits'?"

Beej grinned in surprise. "Really??? You'd do that for me??? "

She took hold of his tie and pulled him close. "I will rock your world, little man."

#beetlejuice #bjtmtmtm #bjtm #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice broadway #dewey finn #miss argentina #somebody to love #bjfinn writing

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milks-thoughts · 2 years ago

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IM MAKING MORE :DD since people seemed to like my last post

this is so self-indulgent I can’t. I'm sorry if this writing is dog water

not proofread!

word count: 867

TW: death, war, apocalypse, illness, it’s bad future rottmnt we all know what’s going down

“ And it was nice “

Your hands gently shook, you looked at the smooth ground. Your lover's shell laying on the wall. your mouth opens in a small breathy intake before you sobbed.

" I knew you once, and it was nice. "

You were 16, a dumb teenager doing a science experiment on your roof. the chemical compound had exploded and colored the roof in a purple disaster. you turned and looked at your friend, his normally green face was purple like yours. a small laugh left you as you tried cleaning his face. he pushed you off and grumbled at you "C'mon! let me help- I was the one who wasn't listening to you and made the mess " Donnie just glared and you playfully shoved him a bit

" I knew your brain and your heart...and all your insides "

The first major casualty of the resistance hurt. it was a group of 30 that ended like a few ants on the sidewalk. It was a mission to infiltrate the Kraang and destroy a large portion of them. Donnie's tech had been destroyed like nothing like the titanium was just toothpicks. it had hurt him but no one said anything about it. your oh so rough hands held his face gently. he leaned into your touch and you simply sat there, letting his fears wash away. your gentle touches helped to heal his scars.

"Oh, I could tell, just with a look. what you were thinking, that's all it took "

Donnie glared after Leo, it was their fourth argument of the week and it was only Wednesday. April held CJ close to her before walking off, Mikey left in the middle again. you sighed and followed after Donnie, his prosthetic leg uncomfortably moving with each stride. his eyebrows furrowed in what one person could explain as anger. But you could see, he was scared. you all were. Cassandra died and left a child with the resistance, the apocalypse was no place for a baby after all. you caught up to your lover, his gaze softened when he turned to you. you simply held his face like all those years ago. you quickly learned to become the glue after Raph died a few months back

" you shared your secrets, and I shared mine "

He looked down and spoke to you of his plans " I'm going to plant an explosive in the Kraang base " he spoke of your mission in a few months. the resistance was charging the main Kraang base. you planned to attack Kraang Prime and hit him where it hurt. your eyes widened as he continued " the explosive will only detonate if you are within ten feet of it " your eyes widened in horror "Donatello no! " you yelled at him, already knowing what he was planning " the resistance needs this! " you felt tears brim your eyes as you sucked in a shaky breath " But I need you " the silence had never been more deafening.

" silence was comfy, without having to try "

You were going over food and other supplies, and he was fixing someone's prosthetic that had gotten stuck. Donnie, he smiled at you. It was another late night when you both struggled to fall asleep. You remembered nights like this before everything happened. Nights where you would draw, or do late-night school reports. and he worked on tech, you missed school even if it was hell. the apocalypse started right as you started college, April had convinced you to join her.

" We swapped our smiles, gifted advice "

Donnie smiled widely at you once you both figured out how to get the power working again. the resistance needed power, especially in the infirmary. He glanced at your paper afterward, you were quickly placed in charge of keeping track of food and other materials " you should also write when they'll expire " you hummed in agreement. too many times the food you have relied on has gone bad. You looked at the machine he was working on " you should grease the cogs a bit more, it's not gonna go fast enough "

" yes, I knew you once "

you tried fighting against Leo's hold as Mikey led the remaining resistance away. the plan had gone terribly and Donnie, your love, your life died for no reason. All you had left was a battleshell, his mask wrapped around one of its arms. you sobbed into its hard material. you have never felt more anguish, not even when you lost your parents.

" And it was nice "

the resistance had gotten sick with some strange illness. you were recovering from an amputated leg. April stayed at your side the whole time, they all knew you weren't going to survive. Hell, you knew you won't survive. so you held out until CJ had become a nice young man, and Mikey had such power that he could open portals, where April's hair had started to become gray. you couldn't help but let go, illness was pain, it was suffering. your eyes had become sunken in and your body was refusing food. You didn't feel as tired anymore. You blinked and saw the one person you prayed you'd see in death " I wondered when you were finally going to rest my love "

#bittersweetness #angst #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #rise of the tmnt movie #literally killed me #future donnie #god i hope this is tagged right

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summerlycoris · 5 months ago

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Is It Really A Birthday Party If You Wake Up In A Hospital Bed?

Chapter 4- And everyone was right about you.

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It was the next day, and the police were here to see her.

One of them had the biggest, bushiest black beard that contrasted so much against his pale skin. The other was short, thin, and tanned. He looked tired already.

Mom was sitting beside her bed, as usual. Andy was standing off to her left, muttering about not ordering any pork sausages under her breath.

Wait, did I do something illegal? Am I gonna be arrested?

Cassie could feel the blood drain out of her face. Mom held her hand to reassure her. "Cassie, they just want to know a bit about how you ended up in the pizzaplex. You're not in any trouble, Starbright." She turned to the officers. "Right, gentlemen?"

"Oh no, don't worry. We just want to know what happened to you on the tenth and eleventh of August, Miss Oliveira-Mathers. My name is Officer Dan, and this is Lieutenant Murray." Mr bushy-beard- Officer Dan- said.

Cassie bit the inside of her cheek. "Umm. My name is Cassie. Hi?"

"Hello." He said with a wave. Lieutenant Murray waved too, then went back to focusing on his notebook as the Officer spoke up again. "Cassie, it must have been really scary at the pizzaplex when you went that night. Dark, and dangerous. You must have been really brave." He paused for a second, as if waiting for her to say something. Her mouth felt like it was full of glue, she couldn't say a word.

“It’s okay if you feel scared about it, or don’t want to talk about it right now.” The Lieutenant spoke up. “Have you seen any cool new movies recently?”

That helped get the glue out of her mouth. “Uh, not really anything new. I like watching some old movies, like…”

They spent a while talking about movies, life at home, what school was like, and what she had liked doing over summer break. Both Officer Dan and Lieutenant Murray alternated questions, laughing if she made a funny comment, and so on. Sometimes, they’d ask Mom and Andy some small questions too. Which Mom would answer as usual, and Andy would give them as little as she could get away with.

Cassie didn’t really understand all these charades- none of this has anything to do with the Pizzaplex?

Still, it did help her relax a bit. So maybe that was the goal?

Eventually though, the officer did ask about the Pizzaplex again- "Could you tell us a bit about why you were at the Pizzaplex, on the night of August tenth?"

"...I went there because I got a message from Gregory on the FazFans forum. He said he was there and that he needed help."

‘Hello Cassie- I’m sorry it’s been so long since we’ve talked. Things have been… pretty crazy for me recently. A lot has happened to me- none of it good.

‘I need to talk to you, in person. Because someone's trying to find me. If they do, they’ll hurt me. So, you need to keep me a secret. Don’t tell a soul.

‘Could you please meet me at the Pizzaplex? As soon as possible? I’ll explain everything once you get here- I'll be in the atrium, waiting for you. You’re the only one who can help me.’

She could remember sending messages back to him, pleading for more information. But he’d already gone offline by then.

In desperation, she did exactly what he had asked of her.

(‘he’, sure Cassie, sure.)

She felt like such a fool-

"Gregory? Who is he?"

Her Mom spoke up, as Cassie was jolted from her thoughts. "Gregory Miskovsky. He went missing last year. You must have files about his case- and Jemima's!"

And Dad's. Cassie thought to herself.

"Ah yes, that rings a bell. So, your friend Gregory asked you to meet at the pizzaplex. What happened after that?"

Cassie really needed to consider her words here. This whole story was a potential minefield of information that could blow up in her face. She knew she shouldn't lie to the police- or her Mom! But telling them ‘I found a mask that let me walk through walls, and needed to avoid an AR anomaly to get to Roxy Racers.’ …well that just sounds like a lie. Or like she's delusional. I guess it's only a lie by omission, though. It's not so bad.

"I, um, found a walkie talkie on the ground. He talked to me through it, and told me he was stuck under Roxy Racers. I went to Roxy Racers, and down into the sinkhole there. Then I found…" She trailed off. More mines, and these ones were set to blow. She looked at Andy. Andy seemed to get she was hiding something, and raised an eyebrow at Cassie. I'll tell you later. Please don't say anything.

Luckily for Cassie, Andy kept her mouth shut.

"What did you find, Cassie?" The lieutenant asked. Mom looked at her with concern.

She took a second to think. If that monster got out, then the police should be told about it. It was dangerous, and had tried to kill her. Had it tried to kill other people? Was that why it was stuck down there? Gregory was so scared of it following her, that he tried to… don't wanna think about that anymore.

But if she told them ‘A robot lured me in to free it, tried to kill me, and is now free to kill other people.’ She may as well dye her hair blond and practice screaming ‘IT'S HAPPENING.’ No one would believe that, and she'd get sent straight to the loony bin.

"...it wasn't even Gregory. It was… it was just a mean prank. Just some jerk pretending to be him." She said, bitterly.

She looked down the bed, down to her covered feet. Away from everyone's eyes. She hated remembering this. It just made her feel ashamed.

Mom put her hand under Cassie's chin, and drew her head back up. She looked so worried. "Do you know who it was?" She asked in a shaky whisper.

Cassie shook her head. "No. It was so dark down there… I could barely see anything." That was only a half lie- she'd remember the monster's glowing orange eyes until the day she died. "And then it chased me- so I couldn't get a good look at it."

" 'It.' Do you know what gender they were?" The officer asked. Cassie shook her head again.

"No. It… it was wearing a costume." That was a complete lie. "And I know it wasn't Gregory in there because it was way too tall to be Gregory. And it didn't sound like him, once it dropped the act."

Why am I defending Gregory here? He may not have done this, but he still tried to kill me…

The lieutenant took more notes, furiously scribbling on the pad.

“So, it chased you. What happened when it chased you, Cassie?”

She shook her head. "Nothing happened. I was able to get into an elevator before it caught me."

She hoped they'd stop questioning her there.

They didn't.

Though, the officer looked over at Mom before asking the next question. “If it had caught you, what do you think would have happened? Had they said anything to you about why they had led you there?”

She shook her head. “It didn’t tell me why it was doing this. It just tried to kill me.”

The police officers shared a look, but didn't press her about it further. Instead, changing the subject a bit.

"Okay. Now I need to ask about your injuries. They're fairly consistent with a high fall. Did something happen after you were in the elevator?"

… She could be honest and say Gregory cut the wires. Then he'd be on wanted posters instead of missing posters. She could get some justice.

But then she'd need to explain why, and that just brings her back to the minefield. She wanted to put it behind her-

"I nearly got away, but… the elevator was really old. It must've broken near the top. It took me down with it. That's why I'm … like this." The officer looked at her with pity in his eyes. She wished he wouldn’t.

“When the elevator fell, where did you end up?”

What sort of a question is that? “Back where I started.” She tried not to sound annoyed.

“Okay. But could you clarify, please?”

She clenched a fist under the sheets. “... I ‘ended up’ waking up in a collapsing elevator. If Roxy hadn’t saved me, I would’ve been buried inside it.”

Can we please stop talking about this now?

"Did Roxy get you out of the elevator? You were found in the Atrium." The lieutenant asked.

“Yeah, Roxy helped me get near the raceway, until we got stuck. Then she went to get help. I fell asleep while she was away. I think she and Eclipse got me to the Atrium?"

"I've heard of a 'Roxy', but who is Eclipse?"

Cassie was confused for a second. Oh yeah, Eclipse only appeared after I rebooted them. "Umm, you may know him better as Sun. Or Moon. They were the daycare attendant at the pizzaplex.”

The lieutenant took some more notes, before he asked. “After the elevator crashed and Roxy rescued you, did you see the person who chased you again?”

"No… kind of?" She stumbled over her words. "It wrenched the elevator door open, but that was while I was unconscious."

More looks. From the officers, and from Mom.

“... Did it try to grab you? Or do anything to you?”

She shook her head. “No, I think it thought I was already dead.” Or I'd be dead, surely… "I think it just wanted out. The grate on the roof of the elevator was removed when I came to, it must've escaped up the elevator shaft? Do they all have ladders?" She remembered the one she'd climbed at the start of her visit to the pizzaplex."

"No, they don't all have ladders. Some do, but most don't, except in the pit." He said. Cassie nodded, it had sharp claws, probably didn't need a ladder.

For a bit, everything was quiet as the lieutenant scribbled down some more notes, and everyone thought.

Eventually, the officer spoke up. "Was there anything else you think we should know, Cassie?"

She shook her head.

"Well…" said the officer, standing up and stretching. "We've had a look at your communications with 'Gregory' in that forum. We may be able to track the IP of the person who tricked you. If not, it may be hard to find a suspect, with the limited information. Is there anyone you know who might have grievances against you or" and he looked between Andy and Mom before continuing. "Anyone who could have grievances with your family?

She shook her head vigorously. She didn't want anyone innocent taking the fall for that monster. Mom also chimed in- "We don't have any enemies- none that I know of…"

Andy scoffed. "Are you guys done with the q and a yet? She's just a kid. Y'know… it was random kids in the eighties? She could've just been picked for being active in the fazfans forum or something." Then she dropped her voice to a whisper. "Stop implying it's gang related."

"...I'm sorry for stepping on any toes." He said, looking at Andy. "Cassie, I'll leave you with some advice- next time an online friend asks you to meet them somewhere, make sure to bring an adult. And don't meet them in abandoned buildings. If you were any older, you could get charged for trespassing. If you think a friend's stuck in an abandoned building, call us straight away. We can get them out safely, we don't want you to get hurt again."

She felt her eyes grow watery with embarrassment. Yeah, I've already learnt all that the hard way! She nodded, looking at her Roxy plushie. She clenched it in her hands.

"She has a personal phone now, so she'll never be in a situation like that again." Said Mom. "Thank you for your time, officers."

"Actually, Mrs Oliveira-Mathers, is it okay to talk to you separately? We could step out into the hall…"

Mom looked worried, then fixed her face. "Oh, of course. Cassie, I'll be back shortly, okay?" Then she left with the officers, to the hallway outside the PICU. Cassie was left with Andy. She could hear the noises of them and Mom talking, but couldn't pick up any words.

"You okay, Cassie?" Andy asked, coming over to the bed.

"Yeah. It was just… a lot."

Andy slumped herself against the bed rails on the left side, leaning her head on them. "You can say that again. They were so smarmy."

Cassie looked away. "I guess they were just trying to do their jobs. What do you think they're talking to Mom about?"

"Probably about the case. 'We think she nearly got kidnapped or murdered by some copycat killer, probably won't find the sick fuck behind it, yada yada we're gonna go be useless somewhere else now bye’." Andy took a deep breath. "That's what they'll be saying. Police in Washington county… they didn't bother in the eighties, they're not gonna bother now."

Cassie nearly told her off for dropping the f bomb in a children's hospital. But she had something more important to get off her chest. "Andy, come here. I need to tell you something." She whispered.

Andy did come over, putting her ear up near Cassie's head. Cassie whispered. "I lied to the cops."

Andy laughed under her breath. "No kidding, kid. It was kinda obvious you were covering for someone. So… I’m guessing they were someone special? A first crush? Were you meeting someone? Was it Gregory?” She asked, with a cheeky grin.

“No way!” Cassie whisper-yelled, shoving Andy away while she cackled above. “No way- we were just friends!”

The last thing she wanted was to think about her ex- best friend like that.

“Okay! Okay- I believe you!” Andy managed to force out, between laughs.

Though, she had to calm down a bit, when a nurse came by to check on the readings. After the nurse left, Andy asked again, in a whisper. “So, who did you lie to the cops for?”

Cassie squirmed. “Well… for myself really. I didn’t want to look crazy.”

The atmosphere got a little heavier again, like the police were back in the area. Except it was just Cassie and her sister, and the weight of the lie she’d told. As Andy raised a brow, like she was saying ‘Go on.’

"Okay, okay. But really. I need to tell someone about this, and you're the only one who won't think I'm nuts."

Andy got serious, and drew in closer again. "I'm all ears. Now what really happened to you?"

So Cassie told her the truth. The whole truth- including what Gregory did to her.

The truth kinda sapped any of the previous happiness out of the room. She could see Andy's face fall as the story continued.

"That V.A.N.N.I mask, that explains the weird chip they removed from your head…"

"…and Jesus Christ- that's what chased you? No wonder you lied to the police… that's almost like something out of the Terminator or something..."

"...I always knew that Gregory kid was a bad egg. Even back when he was a little kid…"

Cassie's shoulders shook as she finished explaining it to Andy, and Andy ran her fingers through Cassie's hair. She could feel tears spring to her eyes again, and her face burn with rage. How many times am I gonna cry over him? She wanted to bite him. Kick him. Pull his stupid self-cut hair. Make him cry too. Make him feel something like she did.

"I tried so hard to find him… I mean, I nearly became a Cassie sandwich, fell out of more vents than I can count. Nearly got drowned by Monty. Got the life scared out of me by Chica- multiple times! I nearly slid off the catwalks above Monty golf, nearly died crashing in the Monty-coaster too. Nearly got attacked by Roxy- because she thought I was Gregory! Monty chased me around the log flume ride trying to eat me. I got chased by a headless Freddy- and he also wanted to eat me. Heck, I even nearly got run over by a go kart! All for what?!"

She couldn't look at Andy right now. She was trying so hard not to start blubbering. Because she hated to think about this. She'd been trying to avoid thinking about this since she woke up. But the police had asked about it, and now she needed to tell Andy… She could feel her chest heaving, as Andy grabbed her into a hug. It was awkward, because Andy was now laying half-off the bed.

"I just… I guess he meant more to me than I ever did to him." She tried to keep her voice steady, but it came out as a whimper. She broke down, crying loudly into Andy's chest.

They stayed like that for a while.

Then Mom came back, and got very confused.

"Andy, what did you do? Cassie, what's the matter?"

"She's just… the police visit brought back some bad memories." Andy said, fixing up Cassie's hair.

She'd had her hair down for… well, probably as long as she'd been at the hospital. So her curls and waves had been crushed for two weeks. Luckily, Andy had a spare scrunchie in her bag, and was pulling her hair up into a pineapple. That way she wouldn't be sleeping on it anymore.

Cassie had run out of tears, and was now just clinging to Andy's jacket, while trying to stop hiccuping.

Mom sighed, and sat down in her usual spot. "They just… they were telling me about the case. They don't know why someone would do this to you, or have any suspects they can chase. They were considering the anonymous tipoff- maybe the attempted killer felt guilty seeing you in the elevator, and couldn't go through with it?" She laughed a bitter laugh. "But she used a public phone booth- far away from the pizzaplex- and the fingerprints reveal nothing. Whoever did this… they have no criminal record…" She placed her head in her hands. "I don't know what to do… sorry, I shouldn't be dumping this on you. That visit already upset you."

"I'm okay now. It's just…" She didn't want to completely lie to Mom. "I was just upset about Gregory." Andy had finished fixing her hair, so Cassie stopped clinging to her and reached out to Mom for a hug. Mom let Cassie grab her tightly, and wrapped her arms around her in return.

Eventually, Mom pulled away, and stood up. "I think that whole event messed with us all. I need a coffee. Andy, Cassie, did you girls want a drink too?

"Yeah, a beer would be good." Andy said. Mom scowled at her, until she amended that statement. "Okay, an iced latte would be best."

Cassie thought about it. Anything fizzy made her throat feel funny, with the nasogastric tube still in. "Could I have some cordial please?" Mom nodded, then left after telling them she'd be back soon, and to be good.

Cassie turned back to Andy once Mom left. "I'm just so angry at him, Andy. I can't get him off my mind… he's gonna get away with it because otherwise I look like a loony."

Andy pulled her close again. "Well, how about this? When we see him again, I'll grab him and hold him down. While you punch him in the face."

Cassie laughed a little at that thought. "Or I could sic Roxy on him… he took her eyes and she hates him for it." Andy laughed at that one. While Cassie jolted out of being angry at Gregory- there were other things she needed to worry about. Time was of the essence- hadn't she seen a wrecking ball through the roof of Roxy Racers?

"Andy! You have to go save Roxy! And Eclipse! And Chica!"

Andy drew back "Excuse me? What? Can you repeat that?"

Cassie didn't repeat it, but she did start to explain why. "Roxy and Eclipse saved my life- I owe it to them! Plus, I promised Roxy I'd fix her after we got out of there. And Chica's scary… but she just needs some help. She never used to eat garbage… we could fix them!" Cassie pleaded their case. Andy remained unphased.

"So you nearly succeeded at killing yourself at the pizzaplex, and now you want me to go there too? I'm starting to think you are crazy…"

"I'm not crazy! Look, I know they say in the news they're gonna reopen the pizzaplex. But they were tearing it down! The animatronics are going to be destroyed! I'd go back and get them myself if I wasn't…" She gestured back at herself. "...and you're the strongest girl I know. If anyone can do it- you can!"

Andy just looked at her. "Okay, look. I know they… mean a lot to you. But think! Can you fix them? It's not like you can just ask your dad to do it anymore. And where would you keep them- would Mom want walking reminders of the company that screwed her over in the house?"

"We could put them in Dad's shed until they're fixed- Mom never goes there anymore. And I was hoping that you would help me fix them…" She looked up at Andy, with big puppy dog eyes.

Andy rolled her eyes. "Oh, this is so stupid… you know I'm in college right?"

"Yep- robotics. So you know how to fix them!"

Andy groaned in frustration. "Yeah, probably- but I might not have the time to do it, Cassie! College is hard work. And if you’re storing them in Dad’s shed… how am I gonna work on them from Salvador anyway?"

"They don't need to be fixed quickly- just when you have time. Maybe when you come home for the holidays? The only thing that needs to happen quickly is getting them out of the pizzaplex." She could tell by Andy's face she was wearing her down. "Please, Andy? If you save them, that'll be your Christmas gift to me for the rest of my life. You won't have to get me anything ever again!"

That got Andy to seriously consider it. Cassie gave her some time to umm and ahh about it.

"Alright- deal! But this is also my birthday gift to you for the rest of my life. Still good with that?"

Cassie nodded, a huge grin on her face.

"I probably won't be able to drag their endos outta the pizzaplex- the police would get me for stealing for sure- but I can get the personality and memory chips out of them… Sam should still have a spare faz wrench in his shed…" She rambled off, kinda talking to Cassie, kinda planning to herself. "Get some friends in on it… Yeah I can make this work…" She focused back on Cassie. "I'll let you know when I go there. If I'm not back within twelve hours- ring the emergency line. Don't tell Mom what we planned unless I'm found dead."

Cassie nodded again and hoped that the last bit was a joke. They stopped talking about it just in time for Mom to return with their drinks. Mom handed Andy her drink, and helped Cassie to take her mask off, tilt her bed slightly, and hold her cup up. Her arms were still weak, and neither of them wanted to spill it on her while she was laying down. "Sorry it took a while, the line was awful."

Cassie took a sip of her cordial through the straw, relief flowing through her. Going to the pizzaplex sucked, but I'm glad I can at least help get them out of there now. Wouldn't have been able to do that if I'd stayed home. Her drink, and small victories, tasted sweet.

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It was a few days later, and the doctors were getting ready to see how Cassie's spinal injury would affect her. They were planning to give her a reflex test, to make sure the spinal shock had worn off. But they were waiting for Mom to come back.

She'd had the breathing mask, sticky dots, and nasogastric tube taken away yesterday, because she didn't need them anymore. But she still had the tube running into her arm and abdomen, for now.

Mom and Andy had gone a bit earlier. Mom talked to Cassie's case manager at the hospital. Andy left to meet up with her friends. She'd told Cassie in whispers that they'd make a plan for getting the animatronics- though that would take time

Cassie had spent the time reading through some pamphlets that Mom had left her.

They were about a lot of things- like the kind of spinal injury they suspected she had (something called brown sequard syndrome? She hadn't realized there were multiple ways to break your back.) As well as more about sepsis, and about all the broken bones she'd got- like the femoral shaft, fibula, and tibia in her left leg (Jackpot! Three breaks in one leg! I should get a prize for that one…), as well as the radius in her left arm, and her right fibula, closer to the ankle. It was interesting to learn about, so she wasn't bored or anything.

She kept reading while waiting, until Mom returned. Then the doctors and nurse came back. They drew the curtains around the bed, to give Cassie some privacy.

But first they needed to remove the casts off Cassie's legs. That was easy for her right leg- it only had a half cast around her ankle, leading up towards the back of her calf. They cut open the bandages, then used a cast spreader to free her ankle. The left leg had a cast on it that stopped just before her knee. She'd really done a number on it.

(‘We think what happened is that your left foot hit the ground first, and that leg absorbed most of the impact. Then the right leg. Then when you fell forward, you landed on your left arm and hit your head. Does that sound right to you?’

(‘I… I don't know, I can't remember…’ Thinking about that had made her feel queasy.)

Because of the full cast on her left leg, they needed to cut it off with a special saw. One of the doctors demonstrated how it worked first, and that it wouldn't hurt. Mom held her hand while they used it.

Cassie hadn't really seen her legs before this. When she woke up, she had a blanket over her, and could only see her wrist in a bandage. So she couldn't see the casts. She had felt something on her right leg, but hadn't paid much mind to it. She'd had other, more annoying sensations to worry about that day. In the days since, she'd seen the casts when being moved, or helped. But she'd tried to avoid looking at them- she still remembered how queasy she'd gotten looking at them in the sinkhole.

Her legs looked weird- a bit like they'd shrunk? Or gotten skinnier anyway. Her left leg still had some marks- but they didn't look nearly as nasty as last time she'd seen it. Actually, that leg had some new marks on it that had stitches running through it. She could see one just under her knee, and could feel one on her left hip when she ran her fingers along it. Are they gonna become scars?

"Cool." She said under her breath. But not quietly enough- Mom had heard.

"Not cool! Cassie- your poor legs…"

Cassie could hear the nurse snickering under his breath nearby. She needed to defend herself. "Well yeah- but once they've healed I'll have some sick scars- I'll look like an action heroine! But, y'know, one of the super cool ones that wears short-shorts and a glitzy rhinestone jacket while firing an Uzi."

The nurse burst out laughing, and needed to excuse himself. Mom just groaned, and shook her head, while Cassie rolled her eyes. They don't get it- I've got to look on the bright side- and this is the bright side!

After this discussion, one of the doctors ran a stick up the soles of both of her feet, until it reached her toes. She couldn't feel where she was being touched on her left leg, only knowing it was her sole because she could see it happening. That made her uncomfortable. Her right leg seemed to work better- she could at least feel the stick properly.

The doctor straightened up, and then talked to Cassie about it.

"So Cassie, you got some good results in your right leg- the plantar reflex started working today. Not so much in your left leg. Regardless, this indicates that you're out of spinal shock. We can now get a better idea of just how you'll be affected by your injury." He looked up to both Cassie and her Mom. "Is it okay if we go ahead with the ISNCSCI exam? It might feel a bit uncomfortable, but Mom can stay with you for it."

Cassie agreed, and Mom stayed right beside her as they gave her the test.

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They were right, it was uncomfortable. And invasive at times. They had asked her to shut her eyes, then poked her with pins or cotton buds all over her body. Especially the hips and legs. Then asked her to tell them whether it was the pin tip, the back of the pin, or the cotton bud touching her. This was all to test whether she could feel touch and pain, and the results hadn't been… great.

Overall, she could feel everything above her waist. Which tracked with the damage they'd seen in the x-ray. Once they got below her waist, the results were dicey. She could feel the pain of the pin pricking her on her left side for the most part. But she hadn't felt the cotton ball properly. She could feel it touching her, but couldn't pinpoint where on the leg.

By contrast, she had felt the cotton ball and could tell where it was most of the time on her right leg. But hadn't felt the pain of the pin pricking her- just that it was touching her. They'd also tried putting an ice pack on various parts of her legs- she'd felt the cold on the left side, but only really felt it touching her on the right.

She read about this, in that pamphlet. But it still felt weird to experience it. It was like her legs had two different problems- and she guessed that was right.

They tested her motor skills and reflexes too. Asking Cassie to move her arms and legs in specific places. "But it's okay if you can't move them- they've lost some muscle while you were sick." She could kinda move some areas in her right leg. But she didn't stand a chance with her left leg- she didn't know if this was because of how badly she'd broken it, or because of how badly she'd broken her back. "It's going to be a bit harder for you, because of your injuries. Don't lose hope."

It was hard not to, though. Eventually the test was over. I definitely got an F, she thought bitterly.

They filled out a chart, labeling everything she could feel and do. They went away for a bit to discuss, leaving Cassie in suspense.

Eventually, Cassie's case manager came back in with the results, and some other paperwork Cassie couldnt see properly. He gave it to Mom, then turned to talk to Cassie.

"So! Good news first! It is an incomplete break, you've got some sacral sparing, so there's a chance you'll gain back some function in your hips and legs again. Especially if you start rehabilitation. You could walk again, with braces or crutches. And your fibulas are healed enough where you should be able to start some weight bearing using special shoes for it. They're called CAM Walkers, but most people call them moon boots."

Cassie asked what they were- and got an answer for it. Basically they were big boots that could keep your leg and ankle straight, and they could brace the leg enough for you to walk in them.

Now that her curiosity was sated, she asked a more important question to her Mom: "What result did I get? I didn't fail, did I?" From what her case manager was saying, it sounded like she got good results. But she couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

Mom handed the results sheet to her, then Cassie read through it. She breathed a sigh of relief- "C? Wow I really should have studied better for this, huh Mom?" Cassie joked.

Mom just smiled and ruffled her hair.

"So, what does this mean for me now? Can I go home?" Cassie asked.

"Well, you'd probably get the best results from staying at an inpatient rehabilitation clinic. Unfortunately, we don't have those facilities here. You could go home, then get outpatient rehab. But you'd probably get worse results- it'd take longer for you to build up strength to use a wheelchair, so you'd probably be stuck in bed for a longer time." Her case manager said.

"Are there any impatient options in the state?" Asked Mom.

"There are, there's a pediatric center in Salt Lake City that we could refer Cassie to. Other patients that have gone there have had good results in the past, and because it's a pediatric center, they're equipped to help her keep up with schooling, too. Plus, it's in network."

"Salt Lake City? That's so far away… am I even okay enough to go?" asked Cassie.

The case manager laughed. "We won't kick you out right away, Cassie! You only woke up a few days ago- we'll keep you here for observation for a bit longer. This is just planning for the future- maybe in three weeks or so?"

She didn't know how to feel about that. If she went to Salt Lake City… she'd be so far away from her family. And so far from home. What if Dad came back, and she missed him because she was three hundred miles away?

At the same time, this center would be filled with other kids. It'd be a bit like summer camp. Except not a camp. And it's technically fall now. So probably not that fun… But she did have a chance to make some cool friends there. None of them would've met her before, so it would be a clean slate. Perfect to make a good first impression on.

She was silent for a bit, weighing pros and cons. Mom broke the silence by putting her hand on Cassie's shoulder. "Personally, I think you should go there… from your results in the test, you could really stand a chance. The sooner you get your strength back, and learn how to use a wheelchair, the sooner you can start learning how to walk again. And you have a phone now- I'd ring you everyday!" She handed Cassie a brochure for this facility that she'd been reading through.

Cassie looked through the brochure Mom had given her quickly. Just typical corpo stuff, really- generic smiling kids photos, blurbs saying what services they offer, stuff like that. But she did like the stories on the back- about the success other kids have had there.

"How long would I have to stay there?" Cassie asked her case manager.

"Usually, patients go there for a few weeks. Sometimes longer. By the time you get transferred there, your arm and legs will be healing better." Cassie looked down at her legs. She could flex her right foot back towards herself, with effort.

She made up her mind. "Could I go there, please?" She asked her Mom, and case manager.

"Of course. I'll have to talk to your mother about it a bit more, but we should be able to refer you there. I'll keep you in the loop, Cassie." He said. "Mrs Oliveira-Mathers, do you want to talk about it now, just outside?" She nodded, and they left Cassie alone.

She took a better look through the brochure, checking out photos of the facilities. This could be really good for me. She thought to herself.

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It turns out that when her case manager said "We'll keep you here for observation." He didn't mean here, in the PICU. He meant in the general ward. Because she wasn't well enough to leave yet, but she was too well to stay here.

And it turns out they were moving her there today.

Mom had come around, to help her get set up for this. Bringing around some clothes- day clothes. Not just nightgowns like she'd been wearing until now. And Mom hadn't just brought day clothes- she'd brought along some of Cassie's best day clothes- the outfits that she loved wearing! Thank goodness, because I really needed them.

She'd had so many different procedures and examinations done over the past few days. X-rays on her legs and back, testing to make sure her infection was gone, MRI scans on her head and chest.

They'd removed the tube that ran into her arm so they could transition her from painkillers through the tube, to painkillers in tablet form. They had also talked to her about how they could help her once the abdominal tube was removed.

They'd fitted her for the two moonboots, fitted her for a back brace, shown her the loaner wheelchair they'd let her use as needed, until she could get one prescribed. There was so much going on. After all of that, she needed some little things to help her keep positive.

They had confirmed that she would be in the general ward for nearly three weeks. They'd referred her to the inpatient rehab clinic afterwards, but couldn't send her yet- she needed to heal a bit more before she could go.

At least this time could be spent gaining back some strength- She'd gotten to see a physio a few times, and she'd given Cassie some exercises for her wrist and right leg, to help build them up. Mainly just flexing the joints and stretching out her fingers and toes. Cassie had spent a lot of time trying them out, there's plenty of free time at the PICU…

Cassie couldn't wait for the move. Nobody near her would really talk to her. The boy on the left was awake, but very young and scared. He didn't want to talk to her, even when the curtains were pulled back and they were alone. The girl on the left was older looking, but sedated. Sometimes it was almost like she was awake. Her eyes would be open and looking at Cassie. But she never talked back. Cassie just tried to tell her fun stories, and hoped it made her dreams a little easier.

She hadn't had any success in her resolution yet. But that could change in the general ward. There'd be more kids! And they'd be less scared and more awake!

Plus, Andy had told her before she'd left that they were going to the Pizzaplex tonight. Her friends had agreed to help her find the animatronics. So Cassie was elated- she could make some new friends, and rest easy knowing that the animatronics were soon not about to be crushed in rubble anymore.

At least, if Andy gets there in time.

…At least, if Andy doesn't die there…

…

Okay. So Cassie still had some things to worry about.

Andy's the strongest girl I know. And she knows what she's getting into. She's gonna be okay…

"Cassie, are you okay?"

Mom was looking at her with a worried look on her face. She'd been putting Cassie's old books and magazines into a bag, and replacing them with another bag of new ones to read.

Cassie's eyes went wide. "Umm, yeah. Just, it's going to be weird. Moving to the general ward, I mean." And it wasn't really a lie- it would feel weird. She just couldn't tell Mom the whole truth.

Mom put down the bag, and came to sit beside her. "It will probably seem like a lot at first, but just remember- it's not forever. You'll be coming home, you just need to get better first."

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Authors note- I'm trying to be accurate with medical stuff in this fic, and I'm keeping track of how long Cassie needs to swap from casts to braces to whatever next. But if you see something inaccurate, let me know. I've done research, but research can only take you so far, when you don't have personal experience with something. (And also aren't a med student)

Also- about the cast on her left leg. She's had intramedullary nails in her femur and tibia. But her fibula in both legs is healing without surgery. (One on the left is a fibular shaft fracture, one on the right is a stable Weber b.) That's why she needs the short leg cast- at least until the ISNCSCI exam. By then, both breaks had two weeks to heal enough where they didn't need casts.

I'm also not Brazilian, or afro-brazilian, or from the US of A. Just a white autistic Aussie chick. If I mess up details, or have negative stereotypes in the fic- it's not on purpose, and if you let me know I'll be happy to edit the fic. Thank you in advance.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf fanfic #cassie fnaf #is it really a birthday party fanfic #summerly writes

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peterpanfromlemonland · 2 years ago

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Don't Hyde From Me (ch15 Mine)

TW/CW: Possessive Tyler, Jealous Tyler, somewhat mean Tyler

The next morning, Tyler awoke to find himself alone in the bed. He felt panic rise from the pits of his stomach as he sat up and quickly glanced around the room, she was nowhere to be found. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it would run straight out of his chest, that’s when he heard it. The clanging of pots and pans coming from the kitchen as the girl was running back and forth making breakfast, her hair was tied up in twin side buns as she flipped pancakes and placed them on their designated plates.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” She beamed, sunglasses resting atop her head, “Get washed up and ready for breakfast, we’ve got a big day ahead of us.” She turned the stove off and got herself a cup of water. Tyler rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he rolled out of bed, hugging the girl from behind before going to wash up. He buried his nose in his neck as he lingered, he didn’t want to go to classes- to see people- he just wanted to stay in bed with her all day.

“We shouldn’t go to class today,” He mumbled as he finished cleaning himself up, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, “Let’s just cuddle all day.”

“Barista boy,” Hoa sighed, giggling as she tried to squirm out of his grip, “If you want them to see you’re not a threat then you gotta be present for class. That and we have to talk to the principal about you know who.” Tyler loosened his grip when he was reminded of Laurel, Hoa saw this as her chance to twirl out of the boy’s arms and lead him to the table. The girl planted a soft kiss on his forehead before instructing him to eat before his pancakes got cold, he shot her the puppy eyes- begging her to stay back in the dorm and away from people. The girl would have none of it, mainly since she wanted to get her schooling done and be there for her family when they needed her.

After the two finished their food they then got ready- except Hoa, the girl was already prepped and raring to go, she was like a firework that was about to go off way too soon. That spark she had was contagious and it urged Tyler to let out all his pent up energy in one go, the boy was bouncing off the walls at this point- trying to get changed as fast as he could within a minute. Hoa wasn’t complaining, she wished he did take his time though- she watched his every movement; taking in all his features. Her eyes trailed down his body, starting from the caramel colored curls all the way down to his cute little butt. The boy had caught her staring, he smirked before clearing his throat to snap the girl out of her daydreams

“You know,” his grin got wider with every word that came out from his lips, “it lasts longer if you take a picture, princess.” He laughed as her face slowly turned red, the boy swooped in to scoop her up into his arms and to messily glue his lips against her red painted ones. He didn’t care if it would tint his lips a bit red, he just needed to feel her against him. Hoa squeaked against his lips as she instinctively moved along with his rhythm, the boy let out a soft growl as he pulled away- his smirk still ever visible.

“Jerk.” Hoa muttered quietly out of breath, Tyler only rolled his eyes as he cupped her ass lovingly in his hands. The girl playfully shoved him off before opening the door, the two headed out to the courtyard- everyone was miserable as it was a Monday. Everyone’s eyes were on the couple as they walked side by side, Tyler remained close to Hoa in case David were to show up. The boy was tense and it was visibly obvious, everyone felt tense around him.

“Loosen up, Barista Boy.” Hoa muttered under her breath, “They’re not gonna pounce on you when I’m around.”

“Yeah,” Tyler brushed a hand against her’s, “But what about David?”

“Who the fuck gives a shit about that piece of crap?” A voice butted in from behind the two, it was Matt. The mountain of a man towering over the two of them, his shit eating grin bringing a sense of calm to Tyler- the barista boy felt more safe in a way. He wasn’t alone, he had 2 people around him that didn’t see him as a monster. The couple said their greetings to the tall man as he joined them in their first class, education. Hoa had her sights set on becoming an elementary school teacher, the young lady loved working with small children- one of the reasons was due to Cam, her baby sister.

Tyler never really paid much attention to what was going on before- as he was in restraints and technically deemed a prisoner- but seeing how the girl was passionate about this class and this career path, he decided that it was now time to start taking things seriously. The three of them took their seats while the other students started to file into the classroom. The boy was seated between the werewolf and the vampire, noticing the unfriendly glares he was getting- he shrank in his seat.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Matt snarled at the people sitting in the row in front of them. Tyler’s jaw dropped, trying his best to not laugh at how direct the werewolf was.

“Matt!” Tyler nudged the man with his elbow, “You can’t just say things like that.”

“Of course he can! Watch.” Hoa teased as she turned around to the people glaring at them from the back. “You wanna fuckin’ go?” She hissed, Matt laughed as he gave the girl a high five, Tyler couldn’t help but bury his face in the girl’s bag- he couldn’t hold in his laughter and he was glad the bag muffled the sounds. The boy was near tears at this point, the dynamic duo known as Hoa and Matt did not stop with their terrorizing of the class.

“That’s enough, class.” The professor scolded before starting his lecture. Hoa and Matt diligently took notes, Tyler was watching the both of them. Both Hoa and Matt’s notes were very different from each other; the werewolf’s were written neatly and everything was very well organized- very scholarly. Hoa’s notes, on the other hand, looked as if they were written by a mad man who was running out of time- littered with doodles, written in a fast paced manner- it was somewhat concerning how she could even write that fast.

The boy watched as the professor wrote examples upon examples on the board, he forgot just how boring academics really were. He couldn’t help but watch as the girl drew in her sketchbook whilst listening to the lecture at the same time, he was amazed at how much detail was put into this little sketch- a sketch of him. Everything was so detailed; from his bouncy curls to the adventurous shine in his eyes- his heart fluttered as his admiration for the girl grew by the millisecond. You could almost see the hearts in his eyes.

“Careful there, Barista Boy,” Matt leaned over and whispered in Tyler’s ear teasingly, “You look like you’re gonna eat her.” The werewolf smirked. Tyler quickly scooted away from the girl, bumping into Matt who just laughed at the boy’s reaction, it was funny how the boy was embarrassed to be in love with her in public.

“You two are idiots.” Hoa sighed, rolling her eyes as she closed up her sketchbook. Time passed, the three were on to their next classes. Matt said his goodbyes as he was off to a completely different subject than the other two were, he was off to economics and finance while Hoa and Tyler were off to early childhood development. Tyler watched as the girl’s twin buns bounced while she walked, he was mesmerized as if she had him in some kind of trance- the boy’s thoughts surrounding the girl didn’t stay pure for long though. His nostrils flared as he became more and more agitated at the men giving Hoa a second glance- he knew they were checking her out, he wanted to snap their necks- she was his. Not theirs.

Without thinking, Tyler quickly pulled her close to him by her waist- Hoa squealed in surprise and all eyes shot in the couple’s direction. The halls were silent, mouths flew open with shock, soon whispers filled the air as people tried to step away from the two- disgust and fear painting their faces. Tyler’s eyes were wide with rage, he was only protecting what was rightfully his, Hoa could feel the warm blush rush to her cheeks as she scolded the boy- what was he doing?

“The fuck, Tyler?!” She growled as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp, “Now of all places?!”

“I don’t like it when other men covet what’s mine.” He growled in her ear sending shivers up her spine. He slipped a hand in hers and started walking forward, taking the lead with confidence. This sudden change in behavior shocked the girl yet she was enthralled by it all, Hoa followed his lead- she kind of enjoyed it when people quickly got out of their way, afraid to even come into contact with the boy as if it were bad luck. As Tyler was speed walking his way to the early childhood development lecture hall he crossed paths with a certain Xavier Thorpe. The two young men exchanged glares for a brief second before going their separate ways.

“Ty,” Hoa started as she looked back at Xavier, “Who was that?”

“We’ll talk later.” The boy’s words coming out as a snarl, for the first time the girl was scared of the boy. Had she angered him? Had she said something that had triggered his “cold and distant” side? She was pulled from her thoughts when Tyler began to squeeze her hand tighter, it hurt, she yelped in pain hoping he would loosen his grip but he didn’t. Her heart raced faster, she had a hard time believing that this was the same Tyler she kissed this morning- that this was her Tyler.

“Tyler,” Hoa whimpered, trying to pry herself free from his harsh grip, “You’re hurting me.” Still the boy did not respond, his eyes were focused on the door to the lecture hall- it was only a mere 5 meters away- his gaze burning a hole through anyone who dared to look in their direction. He just wanted to get out of there, away from everyone, to keep her close so that he knew she was safe. Once the two had gotten inside the lecture hall and took their seats, then Tyler let go of her hand altogether, Hoa was sure his death grip would leave bruises on her hand- Tyler didn’t mind though, then everyone at Nevermore would know that she was his.

Hoa glanced at the boy with concern, he didn’t dare look back at her. His eyes were still in a frenzy, he was seething, Hoa slowly and gently tried to place a hand on his shoulder to calm and reassure him but as she did so his thoughts bleed into hers. He wanted to kill them all, he would do it all for her. She could feel the possessiveness radiating from his figure, the fact that he was willing to do anything all for her- she was scared yet smitten. Hoa leaned in and planted a gentle kiss to his cheek, that was enough to drive him over the edge. Fucking finally. She had kissed him in public, she had made it known that she was his. Tyler roughly gripped her chin, pulling her face closer to his, and smashed his lips against hers. The kiss was passionate, fierce, greedy. Tyler got what he wanted, he had been waiting for so fucking long and now that it had happened he couldn’t control himself.

“All. Fucking. Mine.”

#jealous tyler galpin #possessive tyler galpin #fanfic #wednesday fic #tyler galpin x oc

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roadtogracelandx45 · 1 year ago

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Runaway Bride|3| D. Winchester

@ohnoitsthebat

"I always have a choice." Ellie snapped before she could help herself, "Women have had rights for a long time."

"Sweetheart in this family, you don't. Your uncle and those, those boys."

His eyes narrowed at the girl, he had a chance to look into her before he came down for dinner. She was a good girl, but she spent a lot of time with Jo Harvelle, her cousin, The Winchesters brothers, and one brother's best friend. She had history.

"Have given you too much freedom."

"So going to school and earning my own money is too much freedom?" Ellie asked her twitching fingers to open up the clutch that she had carried with her, she wanted to text Jo and Dean and let them know what was going on.

They both would flip, and Dean would probably board the next flight out of Sioux Falls, even though he hated flying to get her.

"Yes. Here we don't like our women to be so independent."

"Who says I am staying to become one of you?"

There was acid dripping on the last two words. Staying here was going to be the last thing she wanted to do. Especially if she was going to be forced into staying.

"Says your mother and myself. See we made a deal with Mr. Gambino. And she is going to get the money that she is owed from your father's death and you will be marrying our son."

Feeling sick to her stomach, she turned to her mother, desperately wishing she wasn't here and it wasn't true. She didn't want to believe this was true.

But the look on Angela's face answered her unasked question

. "I should have listened to Aunt Ellen and Jo, they said that you would do something like this to me. You have only cared about yourself." Ellie said before she stormed off into the bathroom angrily muttering curse words to herself as she did. *** Jo looked at her phone that was ringing and grinned at the name that was flashing.

"Hey, Dean! Ellie is calling." She called before she pressed the answer button.

"Hey cuz." she greeted. "You were fucking right. She brought me out here to have me fucking marry into the hierarchy." "Are you serious?" Cas questioned. "Yes. Angela is going to get the money the family has owed her since my dad's death if I marry this guy."

"You can't be forced into that," Sam commented, his brain already working overtime trying to figure out a way to get Ellie out of this. Legal or not.

Things wouldn't be the same, Dean wouldn't be the same. Ellie was the glue that held them together. And without her things would fall apart.

"What's going on?" Dean asked, coming into the room, annoyed that Jo pulled him away from the horror movie marathon that he was watching. "Hi, Dean."

There was a sudden shift in her voice, she sounded angry before but there was a sense of calm about her. She knew that Dean would solve this, he always did.

"Angela is making her marry a guy she has never met to get the money that was owed to her or is hers."

"Ellie, I will be there soon." Dean said, "Go to your hotel and stay there'." "Okay, I am gonna check into a new room."

There was a loud banging noise coming from Ellie's end of the phone call followed by her shouting at a man to get out.

"ELLIE!" They all shouted as the line disconnected., Sam and Cas both pushed themselves away from the walls they had been leaning against and Dean went more toward Jo and the phone.

"Call her again!" Dean demanded before turning to face his brother who was already on his computer looking at the next flight to New York., while Jo called her cousin's phone repeatedly trying to get ahold of her.

"Come on Ellie, answer the goddamn phone.' She muttered terror seizing her. *** "You called them?" Thomas shouted, gripping her forearms in his hands. "Yes." She returned angrily, "They are family and you aren't." The man raised his hand and brought it down hard against her cheek, in a slap that she deserved, Angela had made the mistake of letting her go to South Dakota and living with her dead husband's family. Ellie clutched her cheek in shock, in her entire life she was never struck by a man. Sure Bobby, Dean, and Sam all had tempers about them but they never hit her, Aunt Ellen or Jo. She had only ever been slapped by her mother and the last time Dean took it upon himself to teach her how to defend herself, something she needed to learn just in case he and Sam were nowhere around to help her.

"Dean, I wish I would have waited for you to come home before I came out here. You couldn't have talked me out of this stupid fucking idea of being a happy family with my mother."

She was shaken out of her thoughts when he shoved her against the bathroom counter, trapping her between his body and the counter. His hand closed around her neck.

"Now you listen here, Eleanor. You are going to do exactly what your mother and I tell you or I am going to send people to bring your family here and kill them in front of you and then kill you. Do you understand?"

Unable to speak, Ellie nodded her head, she didn't care what they did to her, she had to keep her family safe. Agreeing to this was something stupid like what Dean and Sam would do to keep her, Cas, and Jo out of trouble. But no it was her turn to do something and if it meant having to live without Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Sam, Cas, and Dean who would do it.

No matter how much it hurt.

#ash writes #oc: ellie scott #oc: ellie winchester #supernautral imagines #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester imagines #supernatural au

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Well, folks. It's been a week since the last post. I was waiting until Crunchyroll retired the advertisement to publish the third part, but it's past the end of september and they haven't took it down yet, so I think I'm just gonna release it now. The phenomenon has calmed down and nothing notorious has happened since october started and I doubt anything else happens until they decide to retire it, which will probably be a tragic day. It was a wild couple of weeks, I hope you had fun reading about this whole rollercoaster. Without further ado, I bring you the last part of the Gojo memorial saga. More under the cut.

Tuesday (continuation)

The whole affair permeated into society. The ladies from the morning show had talked about how parents should get involved with the interests of their children. Passerbys who don't know of the anime (such as older generations) got curious and approached to ask what was all the fuss about. Even a group of little kids were seen in a school trip and visiting the memorial.

Wednesday (september 27)

People also left balloons, teddy bears and a glue bar in the same vein as the tape and band-aids.

(Source)

Metro took advantage of the situation and published a message in Twitter saying that Gojo advises people to follow the security rules of the public transport. This is not unusual. Brands and community managers regularly make anime references, because like half of the chilean population loves anime (including CMs).

People answered the tweet asking for a special Metro card themed after Jujutsu Kaisen. The CM also wrote things like "in our hearts he's still around" and "we refuse to believe he's dead" in the replies. Now they actively encouraged fans to leave their messages in the mural.

Thursday (september 28)

Other messages that fans have written over the days:

"Gege pay my therapy"

"1% chances, 99% faith"

"Alexa play [name of a sad song]"

"You couldn't win against the power of the script"

"Bring the glue"

"Not even Judas dared this much"

"I don't know who you are, but my daughter loves you"

"My mom gave me life, but Gojo the will to live"

"F in the chat"

People from other chilean cities and from all over Latin America sent their messages, including Argentina, México, Brazil, Perú, Paraguay, Colombia, Ecuador, Bolivia, Guatemala, El Salvador, also Spain and even some far away places like a southeast asian country (I think?). Incredible. I'm not part of the JJK fandom, but that's why I can tell you I'm impressed. You guys did this together.

(Source)

In addition to the sticky notes and fanart, people also left memes. A few of them:

Woman Yelling at Cat, but the cat is Gege Akutami

Object or Cake, but with Gojo

Homer Simpson: "If he's so smart, how come he's dead?"

Friday (september 29)

As mentioned before we have a couple of TV channels dedicated to anime. One of those channels, ETC, was the first media outlet that published the news last week and now they visited the memorial (it starts at 10:30). They read some messages and praised the creativity and organizational skills of fans. They also discussed how this went beyond the local anime community, reaching families, the rest of society and international fans.

They interviewed the staff of Metro and some fans. The lady from Metro did this whole corporate talk about how important is for the company to engage with the citizens, because they are a public service. Metro also published an article on their website, saying they were surprised with the whole affair.

Saturday (september 30)

By this point the advertisement has gotten completely covered. I've had noticed that people were avoiding to cover his face, but since the wall had become crowded and there wasn't more space, in the end they left messages on top of the face too. The thing even goes around the wall.

(Source)

As a final note, another cultural fun fact. In chilean culture, animitas (from the word anima, which means soul) are set up to honour the deceased and it's believed their spirits roam around the place, so people go and ask favours. In the yellow sticky note someone is asking Gojo to bless this person and help them to find a job. Here's a thread explaining more about it.

(Source)

The Gojo memorial: the whole story

You may already seen that here in Chile people created a shrine in the subway in order to honour Satoru Gojo. I'll try to recreate the entire chain of events as far as I could gather in social media for everyone's convenience, so you can read about the whole thing in just one post. Buckle up, because we're in for a ride, this story is really good. More under the cut.

Thursday (september 21)

There was an advertisement by Crunchyroll promoting the series at some subway stations. A few people decided to bring some flowers and messages as offering to the character.

(Source: https://twitter.com/destinysuede12/status/1704909879717118314)

The thing started to quickly escalate and soon more people started to leave messages, flowers and candles.

I remember seeing a picture of someone from the staff of Metro cleaning the offerings with a broom. I tried to search for it now, but I can't find it anymore. It got buried by the flood of tweets.

*Edit* I found the picture. Someone shared it again.

Friday (september 22)

The next day the memorial became huge. You may think that people were being serious about the whole thing of setting a memorial , but most messages and drawings were humourous. A few of them:

"Steal the sky"

"Paradise won an angel"

"The sky is bluer because of your eyes"

"Fly high"

"The moon will be more beautiful with you up there"

"You'll be the brightest star"

"You broke my heart in two"

"Exorcise the sky"

"You gave everything, my king"

"Gojo lives"

There was even drawings making fun of what happened to him. People patched him up with band-aids and tape. Well, that's our kind of humour, we chileans can have a dark sense of humour.

(Source: https://twitter.com/thdiors/status/1705411138073010470)

Even some people in cosplay showed up.

In the late hours of the day, the security guards started to dismantle the shrine, just like the previous day. Then they were assigned to custody the advertisement.

(Source: https://twitter.com/edowoo/status/1705325172817809533)

(Source: https://twitter.com/pucha_tam/status/1705355763604992086)

Saturday (september 23)

The next morning Metro changed their minds and allowed the messages and drawings, but they said that candles were forbidden, because they're dangerous. Understandable.

The event had started to make it to the online versions of the news media, but also in the print version for it appeared on the front page of one of the major newspapers. They dedicated 3 pages surrounding the whole thing. One for the memorial itself, one for the cultural importance of the religious practice known as "animitas" and one for the social impact of anime.

(Source: https://twitter.com/edowoo/status/1705585808697442482)

The shrine continued to grow and people started to leave other offerings like sunglasses and even gummies and chocolates. You see, in our culture when people set up animitas usually they leave things that the person liked. I've never seen this anime and I don't know the character. Does he likes candy? You guys tell me.

(Source: https://twitter.com/Migueo_0/status/1705691688277057565)

Sunday (september 24)

By the time I'm writing this post is sunday. I heard the rumour that Crunchyroll called Metro to retire the advertisement, but I cannot confirm if this is true or not. Also, I have the feeling that the whole situation can even appear on TV, considering that we have 2 TV channels dedicated solely to anime, but that would be on monday. We'll see. If I see any new development in the saga of the Gojo memorial I'll update this post.

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