#what wrong could come from making a bunch of girls used to lying about their age ignoring being made uncomfortable and disrespected

[envolvenuances]

and I think child modelling should be illegal I'm not even joking

[sturn-saturn]

we'll be who he couldn't be.

pairing: fem!reader x dad!matt

synopsis: you see matt with your baby and it reminds you of your past

warnings: body image, eating, ANGST, fluff, daddy issues, use of y/n

a/n: this hits a bit close to home and i cried writing this so if it sucks im SORRY.

you were lying in bed with a tear soaked pillow, stuffy nose, and your thoughts. your anxiety washed over you like a wave. you hated this day, you hated everything about that day. wishing you were able to participate in this holiday.

scrolling through your phone on instagram, tiktok, twitter, snapchat, you name it. videos and pictures of your friends with their father smiling, looking happy, loved. something you’ve always wanted.

"fuck fathers day" you thought.

from a young age you've always felt worthless, ashamed, disgusted in yourself. you've looked for love in other because you've couldn't find it in myself. you didn't know how to love yourself because the one person you looked up to didn't show it.

you lived in the same house but you feel like he didn't know you. he doesn't remember your favorite color, your favorite food.

you've learned to stop talking about yourself when you were around people in fear you'll be judged just like your dad used to do. felt the need to cover your body because either you were either eating too much or not enough.

hiding your tears from your mom so she wouldn't have to worry about how you're feeling because you think she has better things to worry about.

you thought your sister moving out would be exciting because you finally get your own room. but really you used that as an excuse so you can think of something other than your draining thoughts of being alone now. alone, in your room, crying because you wish you could have the father you've always dreamed on.

"y/n?" matt calls out softly as he rocks side to side with your baby girl in his hands.

"hm?"

"you okay sweetheart?" he asks concerned

you immediately burst into tears.

matt gently places your daughter in her crib and he comes rushing over. "hey, whats wrong? talk to me."

"just s-seeing you hold her and love her is making me think about a bunch of stuff, you know i-issues with my dad how he made me feel. and it reminded me of this specific moment." you sob into his chest.

"oh y/n, i know, love, i know" he whispers in my hair rubbing my back

"i just love you so much. you're already such a good dad and i know you'll never make her feel the way i felt growing up."

"look at me." he says "we'll be who he couldn't be. i will do everything to make sure she doesn't feel the way you felt. we both will. you laid on that hospital bed for 19 hours so she could be in our arms, you're amazing, and she is so lucky to have you as her mom. your past doesn't define you. your past is just a small part of how you became the amazing woman you are today.

you hug matt tighter than ever. "thank you matt"

"no need to thank me bug."

you both get up from your bed and stand over your babys crib and admire the little being you brought into this world.

"she's perfect." he says wrapping his arms around you from behind.

[pixxiies]

ꨄ ⌒ ⋆｡ ˚ SOFTLY .

— show me pt. 2 !!⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

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│⊹ warnings ⋆ ;; fluffy smut :3, cowgirl, praise, pet names (baby, angel, gorgeous), lowercase intended

│⊹ pairing ⋆ ;; chris sturniolo x fem!reader

│⊹ haven’s notes ⋆ ;; MY CHILDREN. im so so sorry for being gone for so long :((( i had CRAZY writers block. i promise ill be back!

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reader’s — pov .

its been about three days since me and chris confessed our feelings for each other, but yet neither of us have made the first move on dating yet. don’t get me wrong, i would love to date chris but i don’t wanna make the first move!! my mom always told me that the boys should always do it first before the girls so i still think that.

the triplets were having a small get together at their place tonight and they all told me to go but my social battery was low so i didn’t. so instead im laying in bed, scolling on instagram reels while my tv played god knows what episode of the simpsons.

it was now 2:00am and my eyes were getting heavy. i let out a small sigh of defeat since i wanted to stay up longer. i reach over to grab my remote and i turn off my tv, then i put my phone on my nightstand. curling up against my soft pillows, i shut my eyes and slowly drift away to dream land. until i hear my phone vibrating. i groan out of annoyance and get my phone, surprised to see chris calling me. “chris?” i mumble.

“hey, sorry for calling so late.” i hear him speak softly from the other side of the phone, somehow being able to see the small smile on his face. “yeah no its fine, what is it?” i say a bit sarcastically, getting a giggle from the boy. “is it okay if i can come over?” chris said. my eyes opened up a bit more once he said this. “isn’t like, jake and—“ i was cut off by him saying; “nono, they already left. i just need to talk to you.”

i bit my bottom lip down as he told me he needed to talk to me. “oh uh, yeah you can come over.. the key is under my plant.” i note, closing my eyes again slightly. “alright great. see you soon.” chris replied. “see you.” i mumble, hanging up the call and tossing my phone on my blanket.

as i was waiting for chris, i was slipping in and out of sleep, getting as much sleep i could get before having to talk to him. soon enough, i heard my bedroom door open. “he— oh sorry are you sleeping?” he whispered. “not anymore.” i giggled a bit, getting up to turn on my lamp. chris gave me a small awkward smile as he sat down on my bed.

i bunched my hair together into a messy ponytail, grabbing two strands of hair out on each side. “so whats up?” i ask, seeing how nervous he looked. i would be lying if i said i wasn’t also nervous. “i wanna talk about what happened like three nights ago. you know, the night where you came over?” he began to start speaking. i gave him a small nod that made him continue. he began to start speaking. i gave him a small nod that made him continue. "i like you, a lot. and i know you already know that but the point is, can i.. be your boyfriend?" the brunette boy mumbled, loud enough for me to hear him.

"aw chris." i giggle. "yes, of course you can." i say, leaning over to tuck a strand of his loose curls behind his ear. "good" he giggled back, his cheeks turning pink. i hold his face and press a soft kiss on his lips. his hands automatically rest on my waist, pulling me closer to him. chris ended up guiding me to sit on his lap, making me giggle a bit. i threw my hair over my shoulder as i leaned back from him. "you're so pretty." chris mumbled whilst his lips tried to catch mine again. i laugh a little bit into the kiss and let out a shy thank you.

chris' fingers sneaked underneath my tank top that i always wear to bed and he messed around with the hem. "can i take this off?" he asked me quietly. i nod a bit eagerly, so this makes him throw it above my head slowly. "god your beautiful." he breathed as his hands start to roam around my body. "oh shush." i giggle out in a flustered expression. chris hands left my body and went to take off his jacket and shirt. we were now chest to chest as we laid back on my bed. our lips were pressed together as we both let our hands caress and touch each others skin.

i leaned up and looked down at chris with eyes filled of love and a bit of lust. "y'wanna do this?" he asked me with doe eyes. i nod my head quicky, a smile planted on my face. i slipped off of chris’ lap to lean down to my nightstand drawer to grab a condom left by my ex. i turned back to chris and helped him slid his blue fresh love sweats down, along side his boxers. i handed him the condom which he ripped off and slid down on his cock.

i slipped my pink sleep shorts and throw them into my laundry basket. i straddled my legs around chris’ waist while he aligned his tip with my entrance that was begging for some sort of friction. i sunk down onto him, both of us letting out a shaky moan. “tell me when to move, alright?” chris assured me, reaching up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. i nod, both in pain and in pleasure to the feeling of him stretching me out.

after a while, the stinging pain went away and formed into pleasure. “okay, try moving.” i mumble. and with that, chris let his hands grab onto my waist and he slowly started to thrust up into me. i tossed my head back a bit, my hands reaching down to his chest. “takin’ me so well already angel.” he moaned quietly, his hand slipping down to mine and intertwined our fingers together. i smile weakly to this small gesture. i rocked my hips back and forth onto his hips, his tip brushed against my cervix lightly. i moaned softly as his hips rutted up into my cunt.

his hand that was originally on my waist went down to my clit. chris’ thumb brushed against it gently, rubbing small circles to get another whimper from me. “jesus, m’ so close already.” the brunette boy moaned quietly. “m-me too.” i sigh, gasping a bit as chris’ thrusts picked up their pace. “oh chris.” i moan out, looking back down at him. “fuck, just like that baby.” he mumbled as a reaction to me swaying my hips to the sides.

“god, your so beautiful.” he smiled weakly up at me, making me blush even more. “thank you.” i giggle. his thumb on my clit slowed down and his hand went back to my hip. we both give each other small smiles that soon turn into our mouths falling agape. his thumb brushed on the top of my hand reassuringly before saying something again. “‘m gonna cum, shit.” he panted out. i let out a small “me too” that slipped my breath. “cum with me angel.” chris whimpered, sliding his hand onto my lower back. i leaned down closer to chris, giving him a messy kiss on his cheek. i came over his cock, i guess he came as-well since he let out a louder whimper.

he fucked me through our high before we came to a stop. chris noticed i was a little bit too quiet when i laid down on his chest. “you okay gorgeous?” he asked me, his hand going up to stroke his fingers through my hair soothingly. “mhm.” i mumble. we stayed still in the comfortable silence before chris spoke up. “lets get changed, yeah?” he said. i nodded, getting up from his chest. i rolled over and laid down on my bed comfortably. i shut my eyes, just hearing chris do his stuff.

“here baby.” he whispered, making me open my eyes. i sat up and he slipped one of my hollister shirts on me. he handed me a pair of my underwear to put on as well, which i did so. my eyes focused on him in awe, seeing how his hair pointed out everywhere and how sleepy his eyes looked. i laid back on my bed while he scooted next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. “sleep well angel.” a warm kissed pressed on my temple. “you too baby.” i say before immediately drifting away to sleep.

│⊹ ps ⋆ ;; sorry for posting this almost an hour late, i fear daddy was at target getting asked if i had w rizz by an 11 yr boy 😊

│⊹ taglist ⋆ ;; @deftonesmatt @mattsluttywaist @mattscoquette @too-efn-old-to-be-here @xoxo4chrisss @mxqdii @sweetstars-posts @larnieboox88 @sturniol0s

[ineedrickgrimes]

Chapter 1: Becoming friends

female reader, friends to lovers, slow burn, mentions of newt offing himself, use of y/n

(Y/Ns perspective)

I’m sitting around in the med-jack talking with Clint and Jeff, my best friends. Our days usually turn out like this, sitting waiting for another slicer to patch up or anything else of the sort.

“Do you think we’re ever going to get out of here?” jeffs says after we sit in awkward silence. We always end up having this type of conversation, which makes sense considering there not much else to talk about. Plus, me being a girl, they don’t want to say anything too weird.

“I hope so, I hate being stuck in here with all these boys. If we got out there maybe I could finally find a girl-friend,” I say looking down at my finger, picking out the dirt from underneath them. I look up and clint and jeff and they’re looking at me like I just killed all the Gladers.

“Okay we’re not that bad,” says clint, looking at me like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I mean he’s not wrong it could be so much worse. But I still wish that every time that box comes up, it’s another girl. I’ve only been here for 8 months, and those 8 different times the box came up and it was just another boy, I felt so disappointed. I don’t even know why I’m the only girl, I’m not sure I’ll ever know.

“Try being the only girl in this whole place clint, being stuck with a bunch a smelly boys. I mean you too aren’t that bad, but some of these boys I can’t stand,” I look back down at my hands. We continue chatting until we hear yelling from outside. It sounds like Minho and Alby. I look at the boys in front of me with a concerned look on my face, and we all stand up and jog to the door to see what’s going on.

In the distance I see Minho and Alby holding someone. Once they got a little closer, I could tell that someone was Newt. I hadn’t really gotten time to get to know newt that much considering he was always out in the maze running and I was in the med-jack hut all day. Our relationship consisted of small smiles while walking past each other in the mornings or nights, or small telling me what happened when another runner got hurt.

Panic was quickly flooding my body and I ran back inside and prepared the bed while Jeff and Clint went out to help getting Newt inside. The four boys bring Newt inside and carefully lay him on the table in fear of hurting him even more.

I look down at Newts leg and roll his pants up to get a good look of his ankle. I see its dislocated and broken in some areas as well. I get a sense of what could have happened but still ask Minho anyway.

“What the hell happened, Minho?” I say slightly panicking.

“I don’t know, he hasn’t told me anything. I was just running in the maze when I heard and loud scream. I ran for a minute or so until I found Newt lying on the ground and started taking him back here,” I look up at Minho and I see the sadness on his face from seeing his friend in this much pain.

Clint is holding down Newt making sure he doesn’t move too much while and me and Jeff look at his ankle. Jeff gently presses down on Newts ankle, and he lets out a loud yelp.

“Its shattered, the bone is completely shattered,” Jeff says solemnly. “It’s dislocated though we need to realign it before we do anything else, alright?”

“Got it,” I rush over to the bandages and grab and few then come back and place them down on a makeshift table next to me.

“You too hold him down” I nod my head towards Alby and Minho signally them to help Clint. I direct my focus back to Newt.

“Newt, can you open your eyes for me,” He opens his eyes straight away. “Alright focus on me okay. We’re going to realign your foot. It’s going to hurt a lot. We’ll go on three, okay?” He nods.

I nodded back. “Alright. One, Two, Three,” I twist his foot into the right direction and back into place with a loud crack. Then come a loud wail from Newt. Newt writhed in pain, but the boys continued to hold down newt as me and Jeff bandaged the splints. Jeff dabbed a bit of chloroform on a cloth and pressed it to Newts nose. Soon the boy became unconscious.

A little while later while me, Clint, and Jeff where cleaning we heard the bell for dinner. “You guys go have dinner, I can stay here with Newt for the night.” “Are you sure, we can do shifts if you want,” says Clint. I shake my head no. “Alright I’ll bring you some food,” says Jeff as him and Clint walk out to dinner.

I was sitting down next to Newt when he awoke in a panic. “Hey, hey it’s alright,” I stand up and say letting him know it’s all right.

“My ankle, it hurts,” Newt says, his voice very dry. “We’ll I’d be very confused if it wasn’t,” I say trying to joke with him as I pick up some painkillers and a glass of water for him too take,. “Here take these, it’ll take them 10 minutes to kick in, but it'll be worth it,” He takes them immediately.

We sat in silence for a minute before Newt spoke up again. “How bad is it?”

“It’ll heal that’s for sure, but not properly.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He says and looks down at his ankle.

“You’ll have a limp,” I say and look at Newts expression. This is hitting him at full force and he’s realising the consequences of this limp.

“I can’t be a runner anymore?” He questions and looks at me. I’m looking at him with a blank expression on my face. “Me being a med-jack my answer if definitely a no, I guess its up to Alby, but I think we already know his answer to that,” I look at him trying to figure out what he’s feeling.

“Do you even want to go back in the maze, I’m not sure about everyone else but to me its pretty easy to tell what happened in there,” I look at Newt and I can 100% tell what he’s feeling now. Embarrassment. He knows I know.

“Are you going to tell everyone, let everyone know how idiotic I am.” “you’re not idiotic,” I look away and start cleaning the place up.

Newt stops for a second and just looks at me. I do feel sorry for him, for the way he thinks about himself and why he did what he did.

“It was running accident, or at least that’s what were going to say. Right?” obviously he doesn’t want anyone to know. If I were him, I wouldn’t want anyone to know either. I don’t want him to feel embarrassment either, so we can move past what really happened out there. All the details. He doesn’t have to tell me.

“Yeah, a running accident, of course,” he looks away from me. He’s still embarrassed.

“It’s not my place to tell anyone what happened, you can tell everyone when you’re ready too. Including me,” I can feel his eyes burning into me, I turn around and face him.

We look into each other’s eyes; I want him to say something. I also want to say something to him. Comfort him in some way, but my minds gone blank. I feel as if the only thing I can do is be here for him and help him recover. And I decide right now and right here, that’s what I’m going to do. I don’t want to see anyone suffering like this. Especially Newt, he’s too kind and a level-minded person and I don’t like seeing him in this state.

“Do mind if I get some rest, if you want me to stay up that’s fine,” I say still looking in his eyes.

“No, get some sleep. I should get some more rest anyways,” he answers back.

“Thanks,” I give him and small smile and return to the seat I was sitting on before he woke up. I grab a blanket and pull it over me.

We sit in silence for a bit, and I can’t pull my mind away from Newt. How he must be feeling right now. I just feel so bad that I have to speak up, make him feel better. So that’s what I decide to do.

“Newt,” I say quietly.

“Yeah,” he calls back.

“I know this may sound a bit stupid to you, but I think its very brave what you did. I don’t want you too feel idiotic or embarrassed about it. I’m sure you were scared or hopeless or something like that but too me it was truly a brave thing. You did something about it, and it wasn’t the best thing to do. You still did it. I admire you for it.”

I wasn’t expecting a response from him. I didn’t want one either. I just wanted him to know what I was really thinking, whether he cared or not I wanted him to know.

(Newts perspective)

“Newt,” she says in a calm voice. It’s nice, very comforting.

“Yeah,” I answer back.

“I know this may sound a bit stupid to you, but I think it’s very brave what you did. I don’t want you to feel idiotic or embarrassed about it. I’m sure you were scared or hopeless or something like that but too me it was truly a brave thing. You did something about it, and it wasn’t the best thing to do. You still did it. I admire you for it.”

I feel my eyes starting to water, then the tears start to fall. Brave? What I did was cowardly. But she admires me for it. For trying to kill myself? I know she has her own reasons, but I’m still confused. I don’t know how to answer, what to say. I turn my body over to get a look of her. She has her back turned away from me, all cuddled up on the chair. Her body rising and falling with each breath she took.

I can’t sleep for a while, all I could think about was her words, how she admires me and thinks I’m brave. No one has ever thought that about me. I don’t think anyone could have comforted me the way she did.

(Third person)

Newt and Y/N didn’t know that that day they had made a new connection with each other. They were friends. Newt would always go to the med-jack hut when he knew Y/N was in there so she could check on his leg. They would eat all their meals together. Give the greenies the tours together. Every moment they weren’t working, they were together. They were best friends.

Here is the first chapter! I’m so sorry it took so long to get out, I wrote most of it and then had like writer’s block or whatever. On the first of April, the maze runner movies are coming onto Netflix (Australia) so I will wait until they come out to start writing more because I will base this off the movies instead of the book just because I feel like its easier to insert my own character in the movies. I was going to make this whole chapter reader perspective, but it was too hard to write a good ending so here we are. Anyways that all for now. I really got to learn how to use Tumblr better (I have no clue what I’m doing and I don’t know how to write a fanfiction).

[haleyhunwritess]

Hiya!! Could you write something soft with bestfriend!bucky x reader🤍🤍

🤍 drabble with soft best friend!bucky comforting reader

a/n: okay I'm not even gonna lie, this is kinda bad and long for no reason lol, its mostly me just projecting the shit i'm going through right now but i hope you still enjoy it lol

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Angel, can I come in?” Bucky tried knocking on your door again.

“P-please just go away…” You mumbled quietly, though Bucky still heard you. He could also hear the muffled sounds of crying coming from your room.

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay, doll. Can I please just come in for a moment?” Bucky knocked on your door once again. Just a few minutes ago you were laughing with him in the kitchen as he was telling you stories from when he was younger. The laughter quickly stopped after you received a notification from the guy you had been seeing for the past month. Bucky didn’t get to read the text but judging from the look on your face, it wasn’t good.

“Not o-okay…just go away please! Just wanna be alone…won’t get hurt if I alone…” You shoved your face back against the pillow, starting to cry loudly again.

Hearing you cry like that, Bucky couldn’t wait. He knew the door was unlocked but he didn’t wanna come in unless you gave him permission to. But screw getting permission right now, especially with how hard you were crying. Walking in, he noticed you were huddled up under a bunch of blankets on your bed.

“Doll? Are you hiding under all these blankets?”Bucky slowly lifted the blankets of you, his heart clenching at the sight of your tear-stained face.

“Don’t wanna talk, please leave…” You mumbled, trying to pull the blankets back over your head.

Bucky was quick to stop you however, and forced you to sit up, “That’s alright, you don’t have to talk. All I wanna do is make sure you’re okay, and then I’ll leave, I promise.”

“I’m fine, just go…” You muttered, crossing your arms.

“Please don’t lie to me, angel. What’s wrong?” Bucky sighed, sitting down on the bed infront of you.

“I…Everything h-hurts…” You said quietly, looking down at the blankets as the tears found their way back to your face.

“What hurts, love? Did you hurt yourself?” Bucky looked at you, looking for any injuries. He knew you weren’t physically injured but he still wanted to make sure.

“No I meant like on the inside, it feels like everything hurts, like my heart hurts…��

Bucky nodded before responding, “Did someone say something to you? Or do something?”

“Just sick of being everyone’s second option. Always stringing me along and using me until someone better replaces me. I’m sick of it…” You confessed as you turned your head to look away from Bucky, feeling embarrassed about the situation you were in, once again.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Bucky sighed, “You don’t deserve to be treated this way, I’m sorry.”

“Whatever, ‘S fine I’m used to it,” You shrugged, trying to wipe your tears away quickly.

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay though. You don’t deserve to be someone’s second option, you deserve so much more. You deserve to be treated with love and respect.” Bucky replied, taking your hand in his and rubbing it gently.

“I-I hate that they always try to hide it too…every time, after a while, they’ll start to become a bit distant, and that’s how I know they’re gonna leave soon. They’ll deny it and say I’m just being insecure but sure enough, each time it’s the same thing. Each time they’ll be talking to some other girl behind my back, and then later on they’ll ghost me instead of telling me anything.” You continued, “I’m just so sick of the lies, if you’re gonna use me like that then at least be fucking honest about it. Stop lying and telling me I’m picturing things and how you only want me. Just tell me the truth.”

Once the words left your mouth, it was like you couldn’t stop. You just continued telling him how hurt you were and how often things like this would happen to you. You looked back at him, and almost cringed at the pity look on his face.

Bucky was quiet for a moment, just trying to think of the right words. However, he really didn’t know what to say after your little confession, “I don’t know what to say, doll…I just- I’m so sorry you’re going through this. You deserve so much better. It’s okay to want them to tell you the truth, especially if you’ve been hurt like this before. You’re allowed to be scared, and if they’re really worth it they wouldn’t just call you insecure and lie to you. They would tell you your feelings are valid and reassure you instead, and they certainly wouldn’t lie to you,”

You nearly scoffed at him as he said all those sweet words. You’d heard them before from nearly all your friends, but it was getting harder to believe them. Especially when others around never seemed to have these issues.

“I know you may not believe me right now, and that’s okay. You don’t need to worry about any of that right now. Only thing you need to focus on right now is forgetting about that idiot. How about we go get some food and then come home and watch movies all day, yeah?” Bucky kissed the top of your head, pulling you in closer to hug you. You nodded, smiling a bit at his words. He always knew what to say.

And he was right, you didn’t need to worry about that right now. All you have to do now is forget about that idiot. You couldn’t help but start crying again though, feeling that anxiety creep its way back in.

“It’s all gonna be okay, love, I promise.” Bucky held you in arms, letting you cry on his shoulder.

[seefullforecast]

S.H.

Part 3 Dads business partner's daughter

Part 1 Part 2

Steve x oc

A clattering sound had startled Steve awake early the next morning. He had tried to get out of bed but his foot had been caught in his covers and instead fell to the ground with a thud. His fall not being as hard as he had anticipated was broken by a bunch of blankets and pillows. Mia. 

So it wasn't all just a dream after all. He had actually brought home a girl with powers and was on a secret  mission in Hawkins. Where was she though?

Mia, as she had expected, did not sleep very well. In fact around about four thirty in the morning she had given up altogether to start snooping around the Harrington home. She had found the washer and drier to rid her own clothes of the mud and blood that they were covered in and was now back in them having discarded the comfies Steve had leant her. She had poked her head into pretty much every room of the home and had even dipped her feet in the pool outside for a little while.

Once it began getting light she thought the only reasonable thing to do next would be to make breakfast. An area she was not very talented in.

Every pot and pan had been taken out of the cabinets and there were plates and bowls scattered over the sides. In all honesty Nina wasn't too sure what she was making. She was kind of just making it up as she went. 

Steve didn't know what he was looking at. The mess was enough to send him into cardiac arrest. If his mother was here to see this he would definitely be dead. 

"Hey sleepy head you want some breakfast?" Mia asked finally noticing the dumbfounded boy staring at her. She was feeling much chirpier than last night and hoped it would last. 

"Mia... what is all of this." 

"Breakfast, duh." She placed a plate of charcoaled bacon and undercooked eggs onto a plate and presented it to Steve with a fork in her other hand. She shoved it under his nose forcing him to take it. 

Wow she really could not cook. Steve didn't think it was possible to get something so disastrously wrong. The girl before him was waiting in anticipation for his verdict. Steve also didn't want to get gravely ill. He allowed his fork to touch some of the food before pretending to shovel some into his mouth. Mia hadn't noticed his fake niceties and instead held a sense of pride thinking she had accomplished  something. 

Mia grabbed a glass of orange juice and sat on the kitchen counter next to Steve.

"Thanks again for letting me stop the night." She gave him a small smile and genuine gratitude.

"Oh uh yeah no don't sweat it. me casa right?" He cheered trying to put away some of the dishes and pans that Mia had not actually used trying to make what she thought was a good breakfast. Steve knew it was the thought that counts and although it was horrid and he pretended to eat it, he was kind of touched by the gesture. 

Mia could tell her was getting a bit uncomfortable by the mess she had made in the kitchen. From her place on the countertop she closed her eyes and raised her hand. She focussed her mind and heard a small yelp from Steve whilst doing so. 

When a spatula came flying passed his face he whipped around to watch the contents of his kitchen floating around. It was like a scene from Mary Poppins, everything was alive and for the brief moment Nina had closed her eyes everything had managed to find its original place and was once again clean. 

"I will never get used to that." He pointed to the girl as she wiped away the small blood that came from her nose. She wasn't lying when she said she hadn't used her powers since coming back to Hawkins. Since leaving she thought to fit in and go unnoticed it was best to ignore what she harboured and simply act as though everything was normal. Obviously it didn't last very long as when the nightmares began she was plagued with guilt and knew it was time to stop pretending. 

"Where were you all those mornings after a crazy party the night before. You would totally kill it on clean up duty." He continued grabbing her glass of orange juice she was holding and chugging the rest before placing it in the sink. She merely rolled her eyes before hopping off the counter.

"So what's the big plan then, you can't just waltz into Hawkins lab. From the little I have managed to pick up it sounds too dangerous. So what's the plan?" He questioned her.

"The plan is... well there is no plan who am I kidding?" she scoffed and gave a lighthearted chuckle. 

"No plan?"

"Nope."

He raised an eyebrow at her seriously questioning the criteria they must have had when choosing the people to grant these super powers to.

"Seriously Steve I told you I had a bad feeling and now I'm in Hawkins, did you really think I had a plan? I even lost my bag in the woods, I am literally the worst cavalry in existence." She groaned knowing everything she said was in fact true.

"Okay well I guess you're coming with me then." To say the least Steve was intrigued to see where this all went. From the little she said it did sound dangerous but nothing exciting ever happened in this boring little town so maybe he would allow it to entertain him just a little longer. Was that selfish of him? 

"Where are you going?" she asked also a little shocked that he wasn't desperate to kick her out of both his house and life already. 

"School obviously." he stated as if it was supposed to be obvious to Mia. 

"School?" Uh oh.

"Yeah school. Come on it won't be that bad, you get to spend the day with me plus it'll give you some more time to work out this master plan of yours to save the day." He tried to reason with her. He seemed rather confident with the idea whereas Mia not so much.

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Steve felt a little smug that he had managed to convince her into coming to school with him. Neither of them had even thought of how they were going to explain it to anyone or how they were going to make it work. It was like since seeing what she could do and was capable of, Steve had just assumed anything was now possible. 

Mia knew they were getting closer to the school by the growing amount of teens and kids she was seeing on the drive there. 

"So uh who's Nancy?" Mia simply asked.

Nancy! How had he not even thought about her yet? How was he going to explain to her who this new blonde girl is and why he was giving her a ride to school? Steve no longer held the same invincible feeling he had done prior. 

"Shit!" he momentarily threw his head back already running through the different scenarios in his head. None of them ended too well. "Wait how do you know about Nancy? Oh my god you can't read my thoughts can you?" In a sheer moment of panic he looked to Mia trying to put a mental block on his brain but actually had no clue what that meant or how one would go about doing so. He just hoped if he thought he didn't want anyone to read his mind then they simply would be unable to do so. 

"Calm down Mr cool, whatever is going on in that pervy little brain of yours is for your thoughts only." She grimaced at his reaction, worried about what he had been thinking of. "You talk in your sleep, you know that? You also snore by the way. It was awful actually. When the incessant snoring stopped the talking began. It was like your body didn't know how to switch off and your subconscious knew I was there and had to continue your daytime shift of annoying the shit out of me." She complained as she replayed the previous nights events from her perspective. 

"Long story short her name was mentioned a bit." Steve dreaded to think some of the stuff he must've said in his sleep. 

"She your girlfriend or something?"

"Or something." he chose to go with as he pulled into Hawkins High School.

When they came to a stop after parking up the two pulled off their seatbelts.

"You know I'm really not too sure about this." Mia was starting to panic. Her hands were getting clammy and she had to wipe them on her jeans. Steve took note of her state. He'd figure she would be the confident type. Perhaps he was wrong. Something else had also caught his eye.

"Woah what's this, cool tat." He commented taking ahold of her hand to bring Mia's wrist closer to his face.

Upon inspection he could see the digits 009 were inked into her skin. 

"What is it like a date or something?" He questioned releasing her hand to allow it to fall back into her lap.

"Not exactly."

"Totally not mysterious at all." Steve mumbled quietly knowing she heard when her face raised to meet his eyes. "Well what does it mean?" 

"It's my name, it's what they called me in the lab." She stated a little too nonchalantly for Steve's liking. 

"Nine? Mia they branded you? Does that mean there were at least eight others as well?" The questions began tumbling from Steve's mouth as the shock and pain he felt for the girl radiated from him. Mia didn't get the chance to explain herself however as a teenage boy had scared the two of them by slamming his hands down on the hood of the car with a mischievous look on his face. 

"You should see you'r face Harrington!" He cackled. Mia noticed a girl lingering near the unknown boy with a similar smirk on her face and arms crossed. 

"This is not over okay, we'll talk about this later Mia." He spoke seriously and with concern and Mia noticed as the two of them made their way out of the car.

Steve was greeting the unknown pair of teens as Mia walked around.

"Well well well, the king strikes again, what Nancy didn't put out last night?" The short boy teased Steve upon seeing Mia join his side. "And who might you be gorgeous?" Although he smiled Mia was weary, he seemed like he had a snotty personality which repulsed the girl. 

"This is Mia, she's a new exchange student, her dad does business with mine so she's staying for a while." Steve rolled off his tongue casually. Mia glanced at him to check if that was really the story they were going with. 

"Yeah nice to meet you both." She politely smiled hoping if these two could believe it then her day would go a little more smoother. 

"Oh enchanté. The name is Tommy but you can call me yours." The boy took her hand giving it a light shake. Steve was already rolling his eyes knowing what Tommy was like. 

"Quit it and leave the poor girl alone she looks like a deer in headlights." The other unknown teen hit the back of Tommy's head finally bringing herself into the conversation. "I'm Carol, I'll take you to the office and get your schedule come on." She asserted grabbing Mia's arm and pulling her away from the two boys. Mia didn't think she was ready. She turned back to Steve to see him also not looking too happy about leaving her with Carol but was unable to step in and save her as Tommy was already shaking his shoulders.

"Dude how are you always the lucky one!"

"Will you quit it, what are you talking about man?" He shook the boy who had now ruffled up his hair and he was desperately trying to fix in frustration. 

"The fit blonde chick, and she's staying with you! Come on man, tell me you've made a move already!" The pair were making their way into school now gaining a few eyes on them at Tommy's loud and excitable outbursts. 

"Who Mia? No way man she's my dads business partners daughter that is no go territory, besides we're just friends its not like that." He shook off the notion, a little shocked Tommy would suggest such a thing.

"Hey man I'm not accusing you of anything no need to be so defensive." The shorter boy held up his hands in mock surrender. "But I will say you have a type." 

"A type? I do not have a type!" 

"Yeah you do she seems just as sweet and sickening as Wheeler." 

"Mia and Nancy are nothing alike okay now would you just drop it." The reality of that statement was one Tommy would never actually comprehend.

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Carol had abandoned Mia not long after entering school. Stupid bitch. Mia now had to somehow find the office to try and do the hard bit. She was sure she could put on a fake smile to the receptionist, be polite and pull a few strings with her mind, in the literal sense of course, to get herself a schedule and enrol herself into school.

The poor girl was wandering aimlessly and having not much hope. Most students were glancing at her not recognising her face. It's not often Hawkins gets new students so this was quite exciting for them. Giving up on her own abilities Mia approached a girl stood at her locker taking a flute out. 

"Hey uh sorry to bother you, I was just wondering if you could point me in the direction of the main office?" Mia asked.

The girl she had approached had short cut hair and was slightly taller than herself. She smiled a little surprised by the voice that had startled her but nodded nonetheless. 

"Yeah no problem, I'm going by that way anyways let me show you." She slammed her locker shut and hiked her backpack over her shoulder. 

"Thanks I really appreciate it. Steve left me with this Carol bitch who just took off, don't think she likes me very much." Mia rambled slightly trying to break the ice and avoid any awkward silences. 

"Steve? As in Steve Harrington?"

"Yeah you know him?" Mia didn't like the look on the girls face. 

"Uh yeah! Like everyone else in this whole town. He's like the most popular guy in school." She explained to Mia.

"oh." was all she found herself muttering. Mia was regretting everything. She thought Steve was suggesting going to school so she could lay low and take some time to work out what she was going to do in Hawkins. Finding out he is in fact incredibly well known and popular was not the kind of subtlety she was looking for. 

"Oh but don't worry about Carol she doesn't like most people and she is a major bitch." The girl tried to comfort her thinking she was probably just nervous about being in a new school. If only she knew it was actually the first time she had ever been in any school. She gave a small giggle to the girls comment as the two of them walked down the halls side by side. 

"I'm Mia by the way." She introduced.

"Robin, nice to meet you. And here is the main office. Do you need me to wait with you?" The two of them came to a stop at a desk.

"That's okay I should probably find Steve anyways." Mia thanked Robin and watched her turn to leave with her flute in one hand and giving her a little wave over her shoulder with the other. 

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"I don't know, I think you've studied enough, Nance." Steve intercepted Nancy and Barbs path grabbing her flash cards and shaking his head slightly with a teasing tone. 

"Steve..." She tried to take them back but he pulled to the side slightly using his height to his advantage. 

"I'm telling you, you know, you got this. Don't worry. Now, on to more important matters." He handed them back after a moment as Tommy and Carol had also came to join their sides. "My dad has left town on a conference and my mom's gone with him, cause, you know, she doesn't trust him." 

"Good call." Tommy laughed earning another hit on the back of the head by Carol.

"So are you in?"

"In for what?" Nancy and Barb both glanced at each other unsure of what Steve was insinuating. They looked so innocent. 

"No parents? Big house?"

"A party?" Nancy sounded a bit more shocked than she hoped to, knowing she wanted to make a good impression on Steve and not come across too much of a prude. 

"Ding, ding, ding!" Carol chimed.

"It's Tuesday." Nancy was still trying to piece it together, failing miserably.

"It's Tuesday! Oh, my God." Mocked Tommy whilst trying to keep it together. 

"Come on. It'll be low key. It'll just be us. What do you say? Are you in or are you out?" Steve tried to persuade her. That was interrupted by the short blonde he couldn't believe he had actually let slip his mind that had came bouncing over to the little group. 

She held a piece of paper in both hands which looked like a schedule in front of her. She held it as if it were a trophy along with a smug look. She extended her hands out to waft the paper in Steve's face once close enough. 

"Look what I got." she announced in a singsong tone. "Bet you didn't think I could either." Mia in her head knew exactly what she was referring to after having to use her powers to create and forge records on the schools computer whilst at reception. She prided herself in doing so as she had to be incredibly discrete when speaking to the receptionist she learned to be called Mrs. Lawrence. 

"No thanks to you of course, hi again Meryl." Mia shot a fake smile to Carol who had left her high and dry earlier.

"It's Carol."

"Whatever." 

"I don't think we've met..." Nancy wondered aloud looking to the new girl who had joined them and already had shown her distaste towards Carol.

"oh right right. Mia this is Nancy, Nancy this is Mia. Her dad and my dad work together and she's staying with us for a while." Steve explained hoping the smart girl would believe his lie and not see straight through him. He didn't think he would be lying to Nancy so early on in their relationship but wanted to make sure she also didn't get the wrong idea like Tommy had done before. 

"Ahh so you're Nancy, nice to put a face to the name. I have heard a lot about you. Steve here talks about you all the time." Mia patted the taller boy on the arm, already thinking of all the different directions he could take this to get under his skin. Steve froze.  Mia was slyly smirking and Steve was fearful of that. 

Nancy was unsure of what to make of the situation. She looked over Mia and couldn't help but notice just how pretty she was. There was no makeup or short skirt. She was just effortlessly pretty. And she was spending time with Steve. That made her slightly nervous. 

"Oh, God. Look."

"Oh, God, that's depressing."

"Should we say something?"

"I don't think he speaks."

"How much you want to bet he killed him?"

"Shut up." Steve gave Tommy a shove at his comment. 

Mia followed the direction the group were looking in to see a boy around their age further down the hall hanging up missing person posters. Mia's bad feeling was resurfacing as she also watched on. She gulped slightly feeling her palms becoming clammy again. Her head was becoming foggy and she started to become overwhelmed. Nobody had taken any notice though as she had took the opportunity to take her leave. She would be sure to ask Steve about the missing person later as that was the best lead she had so far but right now she thought finding her first class would rewire her brain and momentarily distract her.

Mia needed to preoccupy her mind, if she got too spooked by the bad feeling she had she didn't know how she would react and in front of so many people she didn't want to take any chances.

@bitterspoons <3

[blackbirdsnonsense]

You ever have one of those ideas that you know is a strong start to a story but you don't know if you'll EVER do anything more with it?

Yeah this is one of those ideas. There's so much promise with these two scenes but I have NO idea where to go with them from here! So hope you just enjoy being teased!

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Morning at Monster High brought with it a hustle and bustle of students moving throughout the hallways to get to their classes on time. Students such as Frankie Stein who was rummaging through her locker for the right books for her next class. As she did so she was approached by her best ghoulfriends, Draculaura and Clawdeen Wolf.

“Hey Frankie! Ready for class?” Draculaura asked.

“Almost, I just need to get my clawculous book,” Frankie replied.

“I just hope today’s going to be a normal day,” Clawdeen scoffed.

“What do you mean?” Draculaura asked.

“Think about it, ghoul! We’ve had to deal with genies, aliens, voice stealing crystals and a Kraken! Just to name a few things! I’m ready for this scaremester to be nice and boring.”

“Wow, when you put it like that we really have been through a lot!” Draculaura remarked.

“Which means this should be a boring scaremester cause what else could go wrong?” Frankie joked.

“Don’t say that! You’re gonna jinx us!” Clawdeen warned.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you actually believe in that stuff?!”

Suddenly the school shook as a loud explosion was heard coming from the courtyard out front.

“You were saying?” Clawdeen snarked before she, Draculaura, Frankie and a bunch of other students ran outside.

Once they reached the steps of the front entryway, they found a large smoking crater where half the courtyard used to be. As the smoke started to clear, they could make out a figure lying in the middle of the giant hole. She looked like a blonde human girl wearing a blue shirt, red skirt and a red…cape? She let out a soft, pained moan as she started to stir before she floated up into the air, revealing a red and yellow “S” symbol on the front of her shirt. She rubbed her forehead as she regained her senses. She looked over at the collection of monsters all staring at her and smiled nervously.

“Um…hi?” she said sheepishly.

“Hello…flying normie girl,” Draculaura replied awkwardly. “Are you…okay?”

“I…think so? I just…need to find out where I am.”

“How about we start with who are you?” Clawdeen insisted.

“Oh right. You can call me, Supergirl.”

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Morning at Ever After High brought with it the hustle and bustle of students trying to get to their classes on time. That was except for Apple White, who merely stood in front of her open locker and stared at an old picture of her and Daring Charming. It was taken only a few months ago but it felt like a lifetime ago. Before she accidently freed the Evil Queen. Before she bit into that poison apple. Before…

“Hey…Apple?”

The voice brought her out of her stupor with a start and she turned to see Raven Queen standing before her.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Apple tried to line. “I was just…looking for one of my text books.”

“Uh huh,” Raven nodded, unconvinced. She then noticed the photo. “Sooooo…things still awkward between you and Daring?”

“Yeah,” she sighed.

“And…what about you and Darling?”

Apple reflectively touched her lips at mention of the other girl’s name. Darling Charming. The Charming that actually woke her from her enchanted slumber with a kiss.

“That’s…complicated,” she muttered.

“It doesn’t have to be,” Raven said, placing a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder.

Before Apple could respond, the school shook as a loud explosion was heard just outside.

“What was that?!” Raven shouted in surprise.

She, Apple, and some other students ran towards the front entrance of the school. Once they reached the front steps they found a giant, smoking crater in the front courtyard. As the smoke began to clear they could make out a figure lying in the middle of the giant hole. She was wearing a red shirt with gold armor shoulder pads and a pair of blue pants with stars down the sides and red boots. She let out a soft, pained groan as she stood up and brushed some of the black hair from her face to reveal a gold tiara with a red star in the center.

“Um…hello? Are you alright?” Apple asked as she cautiously approached the newcomer.

“I…think so. I just need to figure out where I am,” she replied.

“Maybe you could start with telling us who you are,” Raven suggested.

“My name is Diana, Princess of Themyscira. But you can call me, Wonder Woman.”

[astoldbyaja]

Where Hands Touch Ch.6 ~AU Demon Slayer~

The moment the bell rang, I got up from my chair and sped to the classroom door. I could hear Gyutaro going ‘huh’ as if completely shocked. I hurried from the classroom and headed to the closest girl’s restroom. I hurried into the stall and just sat on the toilet seat, tears streaming down my face. I sniffled silently wanting to close my legs, but my panties ended up feeling cold and damp. I spread my legs a bit and looked at the damp spot. I couldn’t believe that happened! I can’t be he did that. I placed my hands over my knees and just looked down at the ground.

Those feelings, those tingling sensations I felt down there. I bit my lip trying to form a coherent thought, but I was just finding it so difficult. His moans and pants, the smell of his skin, his hands holding me down. I don’t know how to feel. What he did was wrong, but then why did it feel so good? I was so confused, so lost in my mind that I almost didn’t hear the second warning bell. I quickly wiped my panties, used the restroom since I was here, then hurried to class. I was in a fog all day, my mind replaying over and over what Gyutaro did to me, the feelings he made me feel.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum too, gonna cum with you! Gonna cum together with my girl!”

I immediately felt my legs close upon remembering how he sounded when he said that, so desperate yet so happy and excited all at the same time. Why would he do this to me?

“Leona… Leona… earth to Leona!”

A hand is waving in front of my face, and I look up from my spot in the library, seeing all my friends sitting there staring at me now that Tengen waved in my face.

“Sorry what?” I asked.

“I asked if you had to work tonight because if you didn’t then we should totally hang out tonight!” Sanemi replied.

“Oh yeah I’m off tonight, I just have to ask my dad.” I replied. Everyone seemed happy and continued their quiet conversations. I felt my phone buzzing and I pulled it out thinking it would be my dad or even my brothers, but it wasn’t.

Gyu <3: Hey why’d you run off so suddenly? I was planning to walk you to your next class.

I winced at the message re-reading it over a few times.

Me: Maybe it was because I needed to get myself cleaned up after you did… that to me.

Gyu<3: LOL “that” you mean after I dry humped you so good you creamed on me??

I tensed at the sentence, my legs immediately pressing together beneath the table, a very slight tingle dancing in my vagina. I immediately placed my phone on the table before sighing.

“You okay Lee, you don’t look so good?” Mitsuri said. Obanai sensing his girlfriend’s worry looked me. I couldn’t tell them what happened and so I just shook my head.

“My dad… He messaged me to tell me to come home right after school so I can help him clean the house.” I replied. I hated lying to them, but honestly, I just wanted to be alone after school lets out. I had no strength to fake a smile. I needed to think about what just happened to me. Sanemi rolled his eyes and growled.

“You mean basically make you clean the house. Jesus that man needs help!” he said.

“I agree, he can’t keep drinking and going to work and only doing that. He’s not living and he’s a father who has responsibilities to you.” Shinobu said in a motherly tone. I sighed and nodded.

“I know. His heavy drinking will start soon. I just hope he doesn’t bring home any of his friends. I’d rather him pass out somewhere at a bar then have a bunch of grown men passed out in my living room.” I said shaking my head. I can only keep my door locked for so long until one of them gets angry and tries to break it down.

I looked at them all with an assuring smile.

“But it’s okay. I know if he comes home with company I’ll drive around.” I replied.

“Or you just come over to any of our houses and hang out until they leave or stay the night.” Tengen said.

“Or that. Thanks.” I said with a smile. When school let out, I drove straight home, quickly stripped out of my clothes and took a shower. I sighed gently as the water poured over me and I just closed my eyes as I held myself. Couldn’t believe that happened.

Once I was clean and dressed, I moved to my room and just curled up in my blankets. I felt safe beneath them. In the meantime, I checked my messages, replying to our friend’s group and individual texts. Mitsuri was gushing about her interview at the café, Giyu was asking if I had a study guide for our statistics class, and Tengen and Kyojuro were sending memes and having me referee which ones I thought were better. I felt at peace for a bit before bringing my attention to Gyutaro’s text.

Gyu<3: Why are you ignoring my texts?

Gyu<3: Why are you leaving me on read??

Gyu<3: Did you not enjoy what we did earlier?

Gyu<3: Did I not do something right!!

Gyu<3: Did I hurt you or something?

Gyu<3: Leona, answer me!!

Me: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY!!

…

Gyu<3: That you’re not angry at me and you don’t regret what we did!

Me: What YOU did! I don’t even know why you did it!

Gyu<3: You’re angry… I get it. But you don’t need to be. The first time is always a bit nerve wracking, but when we do it again you won’t be so nervous next time.

Again! God I couldn’t believe I was even arguing with him. I should have blocked his number, but how would I explain that when I ran into him during class! I should have yelled and said there wasn’t going to be a next time. But that could easily set him off. He knows where I work, who’s to say he doesn’t already know where I live! A part of me wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to know the answer and I didn’t want to put any ideas in his head.

Me: You still did not answer me. Why did you do that!

…

…

…

Gyu<3: I told you you’d never be alone again. You think I don’t know what people see when they look at me? Ugliness, filth... someone who's not worthy of pity. But you... you’re different. I saw something in you that made me believe, just for a second, that I could be more. Your kindness was the first I have ever experienced as a child, latched on to. I really thought our future could start from childhood. But then you started to slip away, didn’t you? You started to grow up and attach yourself to other people with better lives who always had more! You began to look at others, handsome men, laugh with them! I knew it was only a matter of time before you realized you were too good for me. I couldn’t let that happen, so when I saw my moment to claim you, I took it! The realization is quite clear Leona, if I can’t have you all to myself, then what’s the point? I’d rather destroy everything than see you with anyone else! That’s what love is, right? Making sure you belong to me, no matter what it takes.

I reread over his text feeling a knot in my stomach. I should have been disgusted, should have been repulsed by this boy. But questions began to form in my mind.

‘There were more horrors going on in your life than you ever told anyone wasn’t there? How bad were things for you that no one noticed or blatantly ignored?’

We had no more classes together and eventually I went on with my life even though I saw him in the hallways and made sure to give a genuine smile when I saw him, even as I was mourning my mother.

I began to type slowly.

Me: … I never knew you felt this way. So you love me?

There was a response coming through but once it came through, I saw it was a voice response. I was nervous to click on it, but I did. I needed to understand where this boy’s mind was.

Gyu<3: “Love? Yeah, I love you—more than you could ever know. It’s not just some obsession or a twisted need to control you. I love you because you’re the only light in the darkness I’ve known my whole life. I’ve loved you ever since you sat beside me and offered me your food. You never teased me, asked me why I smelled or why I was ugly. Even when we saw each other in the hallways you always smiled at me. You saw me, the real me. You have no idea what I would give to see you look upon me with favor all those years we passed each other or glanced at each other in the hallway. You made me want, if even possible, to be better even if I don’t know how, even if we never spoke to each other all that time. I’d like to think taking care of my sister the way your mother took care of me that day was a good start. But this love, it’s so strong, it scares me. I’m afraid of losing you, of not being enough, and that fear makes me do things I shouldn’t. But I swear, every bit of this twisted heart beats for you.”

Tears streamed down my face as I listened, bringing up my mother made my heart drop. How can you be afraid of losing someone you never had? What do I do with this information now? How do I go about this now? I had more pressing things to deal with than a boy who was obsessively love struck over me. However, I felt my thumb holding down on the voice message and saving it. I couldn’t help but let my mind slink back to earlier. His hands on me, his scent, his sounds.

My eyes fluttered closed remembering that day I first spoke to him.

I stared at my teacher, listening to her as she read at story time, my eyes slowly moving to the back of the class as I noticed the skinny boy with black hair, and dead eyes sit at his desk silently.

“Alright children, let’s get our lunch.” My teacher said.

Everyone moved to get their lunch from their backpacks or even the large fridge we had for storing lunches. I sat down quietly and opened my lunch box and saw a white piece of paper on top of my sandwich and apples and juice box. My eyes sparkled as I opened the box.

‘Have a good day at school, baby. Remember to always be kind and be confident- Mommy’

I smiled and hugged the note to my chest before moving to grab my sandwich noticing it was cut diagonally, just how I liked it. I reached in to pull it out before pausing noticing the rancid smell coming from my side of the room. I turned to see the boy was sluggishly moving behind me to sit on the large mat as if to separate himself from the kids who ate at their desks.

“We’re going to have to get someone to clean the rug again.” I heard my teacher whispering on the school phone. “Look he can’t keep sitting on it, he probably has lice or fleas, but there’s nothing I can do so he doesn’t disturb the class I have to separate them. He smells so horrible. When will be transferred?”

I looked at the boy watching as he slunk to the ground on the mat and just sat there looking down. I could imagine a dark cloud over him. I looked down at my sandwich before looking at his body. He must be hungry. So I packed up my lunch, stood up moved over toward the mat.

“Leona don’t-” my teacher called but I ignored her and moved to sit down in front of the boy. He smelled, and smelled bad, but we both know he knew that. The boy looked at me before immediately turning away to hide his face. I smiled at him.

“Hi… I’m Leona. Would you like part of my sandwich?” I asked. The boy looked at me with frantic eyes before nodding quickly. I nodded and moved to open my lunch box, and I moved to separate my sandwich half. I held it out to him, and he looked at my hand for a moment.

“Your skin is dirtier than mine.” he said. So that’s the “ugly” voice people said he had. I didn’t think it was ugly at all. I shook my head not hurt by his words. My parents taught me that many Japanese children have not seen many African- Americans, so I shouldn’t be upset when they do not understand my appearance. The only reason we were here in Japan was because of my mom’s work.

“I’m not dirty… I have black skin.” I merely replied before wiggling my hand to remind him of the sandwich. His eyes looked down at the sandwich immediately as entranced. He slowly raised his shaky arms and moved to take hold of the sandwich, his fingers gently touching mine. He gasped gently at the contact. He then moved his hand to scarf the sandwich down. I just watched moving to each my sandwich with my other hand. We ate silently, ignoring the whispers from the other children.

“’m Gyutaro… Shabana.” he said. I smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Gyutaro.” I said. With crumbs on his face, he looked at me smiling weakly, crooked teeth lined with food.

“Thank you…Leona” he said. I nodded.

“You’re welcome.”

I sighed and looked at my phone once more.

Me: Maybe we should talk this over face to face and not over text.

Gyu<3: Whatever you want! Tonight?

Me: Yeah, I can meet you at that old convenience store five minutes from the school around eight.

Gyu<3: What embarrassed to be seen with me… kidding lol. Eight sounds good. See you then.

I was sure he wasn't kidding. I sighed and placed my phone on my chest looking up at the ceiling.

“Girl what are you doing?” I asked myself. Whatever it takes to lower my stress and to graduate with little to no stress!

[lunarwritesthings]

Dad Always Finds Out

Paring: Dad!Gerard way x Daughter!Reader

Fandom: My Chemical Romance

Request: Yes, by anon

Summary: The reader has been getting bullied at school but didn’t want anyone to know so she pushed Gerard away but he found out anyways

Prompts: #48 “Oh my god, this is not just a scratch!”, #53 "I know it hurts.", #54 "Pushing me away will not help you."

Note: it's in 3rd person, so I'm sorry if it's not exactly what was requested but I thought it fit best.

School, a place meant for learning yet somehow turns into hell for some children. One of the people it turned into hell for was Little Way as she was nicknamed by her father, Gerard Way, and mini gee her uncles Mikey, Frank, and Ray.

Little Way used to love school but then over multiple days that changed all too fast. She was never a troublemaker or anything like that. The young Way was a carbon copy of her father. It added up though, considering her father was her best friend.

Now, what changed her love for school? Bullying. Something that's all too common in schools. She never understood why she was bullied. Little Way was a quiet, creative girl that kept to herself. She was never rude. Gerard made sure she was raised to be nice, loving, and accepting to everyone even though people that were assholes.

Little Way just put up with the bullying even as it went from verbal to physical bullying. She never told anyone just in case it made the situation worse. She started bringing makeup to school, so she could cover up the bruises and cuts caused by the bullies.

It always seemed to do the job and kept everyone in the dark, including the one person that she wanted to tell so badly about everything.

Due to this mini gee proceeded to push Gerard away to make sure that he didn't figure out the situation she was in. What mini gee forgot to take into consideration was her dad realizing that she was becoming distant and was pushing him away.

This told Gerard that something was up but he believed his daughter would come to him when she was ready to talk about it.

This went on for close to a month before everything Little Way was trying to hide was discovered by a mistake on her part. It was going to be hard to get out of this situation.

How did mini gee get into a situation that was going to require her to spill everything? Well she thought her dad would still be at the studio with her uncles. Oh, how wrong she was.

The bullying that day had been the worst so far. Little Way had gotten a "scratch" as she called it but it was more accurately a gash that definitely needed proper attention.

She had walked into the house with a bunch of tissues pressed against her cheek. She froze immediately when she heard the voice of her father. She was screwed.

"Welcome home, Little Way. How was school?" A simple question, but one that said Little Way was unprepared to answer especially with her current situation. Gerard knew something was wrong when no response came. He decided to check on her.

Leaving the kitchen where he was in the process of making dinner and going to the hallway Gerard was a little confused by his daughter who was standing there frozen in shock.

Gerard gently grabbed her free hand and kneeled so he could see her face better. "Are you okay bub?" then Gerard was the tissues "Wait, what happened to your cheek?

This caused her to stutter "Y-yeah, I'm fine and uh..." she stopped for a second looking anyway but her dad. something Little Way only did when she was lying or going to. "it's just a scratch..." her voice started to fade toward the end.

Another since she was lying and Gerard knew. "If it's just a scratch let me see it then." Little Way knew she had no way of getting out of this. she just looked down and moved the tissues.

Gerard gently held the sides of her face so he could get a better look at her cheek. Little Way saw the worry and anger in her dad's eyes. “Oh my god, this is not just a scratch!”

Gerard didn't even let her respond before he picked her up and took her to the bathroom. He was more worried about taking care of her and the gash on his little girl's face. Grabbing the first aid kit and getting what he would need, he started cleaning the gash only to hear Little Way yelp.

Gerard frowned, he hated knowing she was in pain. "I know it hurts." Once Gerard did everything he could, he sighed. Gerard's anger was slowly replacing the worry. He wanted to know who laid their hands on his little girl and hurt her.

Mini Gee could see the anger in her dad's eyes but she knew it wasn't toward her but toward whoever did this. He ask the one she wanted to avoid. "who did it?" Little Way looked towards the door trying to think if she could just make a run for it, but truly Gerard was too close to even try it.

Little Way knew she had no choice but to answer but that didn't mean she was going, to tell the truth. "No one did it, dad. I'm fine. Can I go to my room now?" Gerard was too used to her saying she was fine and ended every conversation by asking if she could go to her room.

That's when it clicked. She was truly pushing him away and wasn't going to talk about what was going on unless he forced her. "Pushing me away will not help you." Little Way knew he was right. He'd always helped the best when she was dealing with something.

That realization is what causes her to break and spill everything while crying. Gerard promise he would take care of the bullying. He knew what would cheer up Little Way. He quickly texted the guys and asked if they were about to come over after explaining the situation.

That night mini Gee was surrounded by family. People that would always be there to protect her from the world or fight the world in order to protect her. Everything was going to be okay.

[safic4-m]

💜Hello my dear

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Reader

Author’s note: If you like this story I recommend you read Wilhemina (behind her eyes) by espionagewriter, and if we’re lucky she’ll update her book, because I really need her to update, I literally got hooked from the first chapter. If you read her story please comment it’s coming from my account…bye

Word count:720

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

Mina Pov.

I haven’t heard from T/n for two weeks, she doesn’t go to university, every time I call her she sends me straight to the mailbox and she doesn’t receive my messages. At first I thought she was ill, but then the rumours of what supposedly happened to her started, everyone noticed her absence from the beginning and it all went downhill from there.

I find myself in front of his house and a part of me is afraid of what might happen.

Before I can knock on the door, it opens to reveal a middle-aged woman, blue-eyed, blonde, a few centimetres taller than me.

-Hello, what do you need?- her voice seems to be bathed in honey and she flashes a soft smile.

-I’m looking for Y/n.- I tighten my grip on my cane.

-May I know who you are?- before he can answer, a voice from inside is heard.

-Who’s here?- loud enough to be heard.

-A girl is here looking for you.

-Let her come in.

-All right, Mildred will come to see you when she gets home from work,- leaving room for her to enter, -up the stairs to the right- she says before leaving.

It’s not the first time I’ve been in this place and I must admit that just now I feel like I’m bursting in. As I enter, the image I am confronted with makes my breath catch in my throat.

-Hello dear

Y/n is bedridden with one leg in a cast and wounds covering part of her body.

-What happened?- asked barely in a whisper.

-I had an accident, my car was completely destroyed but at least I’m still alive- laughing at the end.

-Why didn’t you tell me?- feeling my eyes fill with tears.

-They barely let me out of the hospital- patting the bed.

-I wish I had known- remembering that the last time we spoke he said he was going out of town.

-There was no way you could have known, I was lucky one of the nurses recognised me.

-I knew something was wrong and I waited two weeks to come and see you- being wrapped in his arms.

-The only thing that matters is that you’re here now- leaving a soft kiss on my lips.

I chase his lips for more, I wasn’t going to fucking college and putting up with a bunch of assholes for two weeks just for a simple kiss.

Her lips parted slightly, allowing me access to her mouth, fighting for dominance and hers won. I feel her bite my bottom lip before I feel her tongue brush against the other. Our foreheads together as we catch our breath, as we open our eyes her gaze is bathed in love.

-I missed you so much- relaxing into her arms.

-I missed you too, love.

We end up lying with my head on his chest, one of his arms around me as he runs one of his hands through my hair. From the beginning I thought college would suck, since my life was horrible and I never imagined it would be any different, but then I met Y/n, everything about her captivated me and it took a year for something to happen between us.

-What are you thinking about?- without stopping her movement.

-The university sucks if you’re not there- getting up from my place so I could see her.

-Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon- placing her hand on my cheek, -The university didn’t tell you anything?

-No, a man just showed up and started teaching your class- frowning at the memory of the substitute, -he sucks at teaching and I’m sure no one is understanding.

Making her laugh but her expression changes to one of pain.

-Are you all right?

-I may have broken a few ribs- flashing a soft smile.

-Oh, let me take it off- trying to pull away making her grip get tighter.

-No, it’s ok

-But I don’t want to hurt you- struggling to get away.

-You don’t… would you like to stay? -I feel my heart clench.

-Of course I want to- flashing the biggest smile.

*****

-Good morning class- says Y/n entering the classroom.

-We are going to do a little feedback, open your books on the last subject we have left,- sitting down at his desk.

I feel my cheeks heat up as I see him wink at me, before he starts the class.

When I walked in I never thought I would fall in love with my teacher, let alone have her reciprocate my feelings.

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This work was done in order to promote a story that interested me, at no time am I stealing someone else’s work and I’m only trying to make another writer’s story famous. If you think I’m stealing someone else’s idea chinga tu madre

[buckyoneshots]

Plot - bucky thought he was protecting you by staying away but that doesn't work and you get seriously injured

Warning- mention of blood ( I think that's it)

You weren't supposed to be home for a few you were supposed to you were having a girls night with nat and wanda. But you figured you and bucky could use some time together he's been really distant lately

You go back to your apartment and take your shoes off at the door and hang you keys up

"Babe" You call out when he dosent answer you try again " bucky", you go upstairs and find him in the bedroom " hey I've been calling you" he doesn't say anything his just sitting on the edge of the bed with a duffle bag next to him

" do you have a mission or something" you asked confused he stays quite for a moment before he says " umm look ... this" he takes a deep breath before be speakes again " this isn't working" you just stand there confused

" What's not working" he doesn't look at you when he says this " our relationship" you don't say anything so he decides to continue " I've been thinking about it for a while and I know that's its unfair to you and you deserve so much better trust me I know but this should of never happened".

That made you come out of you shock " after 2 years your just gonna sit there and tell me you regret it." Tears were starting to form in your eyes and bucky tried his hardest to not show any emotions he's doing this so you'll be safe but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

" y/n I'm not trying to say I regret this but it can't continue" tears fall down your face and bucky heart shatters " please don't cry" you laugh at this " you telling me your leaving me out of nowhere what do you want me to throw a party" he doesn't say anything but he knows he has to leave now before he changes his mind

He stands up and grabs his bag you don't say anything as he walks past you " take care of your self and stay safe" he with that he walks out.

The minute he left the room bucky could hear you break down he wanted nothing more that to go back in there and hold you but he knew he had to stay away he hates the way he just hurt you but what other Choice does he have

It's been two weeks you've done nothing but cry you called out of work for a while but you knew you had to go back eventually but when you were coming back home you notice that the front door wasn't closed all the way

You knew you locked the door before you left but the door didn't seem damaged you didn't want to over react and call the cops you figured bucky come by and grabbed the rest of his things when you weren't home.

You walked in and put you stuff on the table and closed the door behind you. nothing seemed to be broken but you called Steve to make sure it was just bucky. He checked up on you every few days to make sure you were ok

Steve was sitting with bucky talking about how stupid he was for Breaking up with you when you called him " speaking of y/n" bucky looks up from the floor " hey y/n how you doing" he asks " I'm fine do you know if bucky came by the apartment" Steve looks a little confused and that catches buckys attention " no he's been with me all day why"

Now you start to get a little concerned " my apartment door was open when I came home but the door had no damage and nothing missing or broken" Steve stands up and bucky right after he's tunning into the conversation now bucky snatches the phone from Steve " go to the neighbors right now stay there untill we get there"

Before you can respond somebody grabs you from behind and you scream bucky and Steve tense up " y/n hey what's wrong" bucky ask his voice shaking. The call disconnects

When they get there there run up the stairs to you apartment faster then they thought they ever could your front door is wide open. When they step inside there a bunch a broken glass on the floor and blood everywhere.

Bucky runs through the house trying to find you when he does you lying on the livingroom floor covered in blood " Steve I found her call 911." He checks you pulse he let's out a sob when he feels it's there

Steve runs in the room with the cops on the phone " ya it's pretty bad" he says talking to the 911 operator bucky puts his metal hand over you wounds in you stomach that one looks the worst he sudden movements make you stir "y/n hey your okay" you look over "bucky" he smiles at you " I'm right here ok"

You try to sit up " hey stop no no hey relax" you shake you head " you...can't be here.. there... there looking for.. for you" in that moment he feels nothing but guilt if he didn't leave he would have been there when it happened " y/n its fine ok well worry about that later"

You shake you head again and try to speak " bucky they said .. there going to come ... back you have to .... you have .. to go." It was becoming alot harder to speak and bucky notice he puts a little more pressure on you wound and you let out a cry.

" I know I have to put pressure on it tho". You don't say anything your vision starts to blur and your completely out of it " y/n hey" you look over at him " I love you so much ok i need you to stay stong" that's the last thing you heard before you past out.

The paramedics come rushing telling bucky they could take it from here bucky doesn't move untill Steve comes over and pulls him back. He doesn't put up a fight he just let's himself get pulled away.

He just stands there as the paramedics put you on a stretcher and rushed you to the hospital. Neither of them said anything for a while bucky just stared blankly at the spot where you just were.

After what felt like forever Steve spoke up " we should meet her at the hospital ill text Tony to let the team know".

The team has been at the hospital for a few hours and haven't heard anything. Bucky's been silent the whole time untill eventually he stands up

" I'm gonna kill them" it scared the team a little by how emotionless he sounded. He stood up to walk away before Steve stepped in front of him. " hey you need to be here when she wakes up. He hesitates for a moment " she has you guys" he storms past Steve and is gone before anyone can stop him.

It's a few hours later and bucky still hasn't returned, he doesn't answer his phone either the rest of the team went back to the tower for the night.

Steve was told he could see you about an hour ago and has been sitting with you since. He tried to get ahold of bucky so he could be there when you woke up but of course still no answer

You start to stir a little and try to open you eyes but it's to bright and you shut them. After a fee tries your eyes finally adjust. You look next to you expected to see Bucky but there was only Steve " where's bucky" Steve looks up at you and you know somethings wrong

You shoot up ignoring the burning pain in you whole body " is he ok" Steve immediately lays you back down " he's fine" you finally relax slightly. " ok so where is he" Steve gives you a small smile " I don't know honey." You take a deep breath tears brimming you eyes

It was now 3 days later and there was still no sign of bucky. Steve has been with you the whole time you got discharged and Steve was driving you back to the your apartment.

You tried to get ahold of bucky to at least make sure he knew you were okay buy there was never an answer. When you got back to the apartment Steve asked if you wanted him to stay.

" honestly I just wanna be on my own." You gave him a weak smile you really haven't said anything since you woke up. You started walking through the door " ok ill be right down the street if you need anything at all call me."

You abruptly stop Steve almost bumping into . There was still blood all over the livingroom and kitchen. " omg I'm so sorry I thought bucky would of cleaned that up.

You took a breath and got yourself bak together " umm ... no its fine ill .. clean It up" Steve looks at your sadly " are you sure I can do it I really don't think that's something you should do" there's concern written all over his face " no its really fine It don't bother me"

Steve was there with bucky and he saw how bad it was and it probably messed with him to, he's already done so much for you he shouldn't have to do this to.

After about 5 minutes of trying to let him clean up he eventually left. You look a breath you didn't know you needed and just stared at the spot were you lied almost dying not even a week ago.

You thought it would have some huge effect on you seeing it but it really didn't. Matter of fact this whole thing hasn't made you really feel anything. You were just super detach from it. You weren't even scared of dying you were just scared that something was going to happen to bucky. This you could live with that you couldn't if you were together or not.

You were in the process of cleaning it only hurt your body a little you were on so many pain meds right now you couldn't really feel anything. There was a light knock on the door so light you barley even heared it.

You stopped what you were doing figuring Steve was back to try and convince you to let him help but when you looked through the peep hole it was no other then bucky. You figured he would make an appearance soon but you thought he would call or text not show up in person

You open the door and he's just staring at the ground " hey" he whisper " hi" you whisper back he clears his throught and still without looking at you ask " can I come In" you step aside and let him walk through the door

The first thing he notices is the dried blood everywhere " shit nobody cleaned before you got back home I thought at least Steve would". You laughed a little " that's funny he thought you would"

He doesn't say anything he just looks at the ground, you knew you were being mean but he kinda deserved it.

It's quiet for a few moments before he speaks up " at least let me clean it up for you"he didn't wait for an answer he just went over and started to clean it

You know it bothered him you could see it on his face " you don't have to I know it bothers you". He shakes his head and keeps scrubbing the floor " it should bother you more"

You sigh " ya well it doesn't" he finally look at you " it should" you turn away knowing he's right it should but it just hasn't hit you yet. Your phone rings and it make you jump a little. Bucky notice but don't have a chance to mention it before you pick up the phone

" hello" Nobody answers it's quiet on the other side of the line so you try again " hello" again there no answer and suddenly the call disconnected.

You don't even notice bucky calling you name untill he's right in front of you gently shaking you

You snap out of it " what" he looks concerned " are you ok who was it" you answer " No one wrong number

You went to the kitchen and poured your self something strong before you can drink it gets taken away " you shouldn't mix alcohol and what ever meds they put you on."

" ya well if you wanna try and tell me how to go through my recovery you shouldn't of left on you little revenge scheme. You said raising your voice " I was trying to make sure no one would come back and hurt you again." He reminded calm not letting your anger effect him " no you weren't you were doing it because you felt guilty because you left and you weren't here."

Bucky looks defeated you're right he went out there because he felt guilty and needed to do something to stop his guilt " I thought I was protecting you by leaving" he whisper

Eventually tears start to fall down you face and bucky grabs your wrist gently and pull you into his chest. " ok im here and im not going anywhere again." You start crying and hard

" ya well I didn't need you to protect me" you pushed him " I needed you here." You push him again. He let you he didn't even try to stop you everything was finally hitting you and you needed something to take it out on and if that had to be him so be it.

" and if you would have just told me how you feeling like people in relationships should none of this would be happening." You still pushing and hitting him and he's still letting you . You don't even notice when you on the ground with bucky holding you.

You eventually fell asleep bucky didn't want to move and wake you according to Steve who he talked to about an hour before be came over you haven't been sleeping very well

Thats when bucky knew it was time for him to come back he couldn't leave you to deal with this on your own he pick you as carefully as he could he didn't want to hurt or wake you figuring if you woke up now you wouldn't be sleeping again anytime soon.

As much as you're trying to play it off, he knows that's not something you're never ever going to get over, not that he would ever expect you to

As he was walking up the stairs, you stired a little. He stopped moving so as not to wake you up, and thankfully, you didn't. After a moment, he continued up the stairs

He placed you in bed gently and tucked you in, he kissed your forehead and moved your hair out of your face. He just stared at you for a while thinking about everything that had happened since the night he told you he was leaving

When he heard you crying, it broke his heart, and he hated himself for how he hurt you, but he was still stuck by what he did he in his past he wanted to protect you from all the bad in his life

It wasn't until you called Steve that night that he regretted his decision. It was in that moment that he realized him staying away just made you a vulnerable target.

Then he walk into that room and there was so much blood he thought he lost you forever it felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest he will never forget the fear when he first saw you.

It still terrifies him even now, just knowing that at any time you could be permanently taken away and there would be nothing he could do about it.

He came out of his thoughts and wiped away the tear that had fallen, he kissed your forehead one more time and headed back down stairs to clean the rest of the blood and the broken glass on the floor

Bucky was keeping himself busy it was a little past 3am. He was putting dishes away. He knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep, so he went to go check on you since there wasn't really anything for him to keep cleaning.

He's been sitting just watching you sleep for almost an hour, making sure your chest was still raising and falling and a normal rhythm.

He knew in that moment he would never leave you again no matter if he thought he was protecting you. He wasn't leaving until you told him to, and even then, he wouldn't just entirely walk away.

[peacchie]

What’s New? • Blog

A while back, me and this girl had a fight. Not physically, since I don’t even know how to throw a punch. This fight—not physical—or even that serious, all started because i got a text on my phone from insta.

It was a “you received a follow” and a “who’s this?” text.

Now after a while me and this guy just talk a bit, and I find out he just got away from this toxic relationship, and obviously I left bad for him.

“You wouldn’t happen to know her? I mean..” He goes on talking about her, his toxic ex.

He gives me her name and

oh my gosh.

I heard all about her before.

This girl had beef with someone I knew, and from what I heard, she cheated on her ex boyfriend with an absurd amount of guys.

I feel so bad for him. As someone who has been cheated on, and just as most people are, I text him something like, “I’m so sorry. I heard what happened no one deserves to be cheated on”

“Cheated on?” He texts me back.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Who did you hear that from?”

“Please tell me”

“Please”

“Please.”

“Hello?”

“Hello????”

From this point, I obviously didn’t say any names or tell him who I knew that from. But then I realized.

Oh shitttt I think that’s the wrong ex.

Until.

“STOP LYING YOU” yk.

(ㆀ˘･з･˘) ermmmm!!! what. I really didn’t know what to say. It was sooooo like.??? Off putting?? Such a change of tone and vibe?

So I text my friend, I find out that isn’t her ex, it was her boyfriend.

The amount of shit this guy’s girlfriend blasted me with that day omfg…

Anyways!!!! Fast forward like a month and I’m in school and I’ve totally forgotten that all of that happened

I’m going in the restroom and I bump into this extremely short girl (I’m 5’2 and she reached up my chest…) I said sorry without really looking and I go inside to clean myself up

There’s this clear bag of 20s on the floor

the urgeeeeeeeeee

I think anyone who have seen a bunch of money on the floor, without anyone around it, would also think ‘I could really use that money (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)’

but like the other three girls there, I don’t even get close to the bag

The short girl comes RUNNING back and brags the bag, like she’s in a rush, and that’s when I notice who she was

Omg THATS the girl who talked shit to me on the phone

I really should’ve picked up that bag, but I also get that kind of feeling where “think about morals.” I don’t want to be a bad person but I meaannnn

ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

The next week I’m walking around and I see the person I knew she had beef with, and we start talking

“Hey remember (the girl that talked shit to u)”

“Well they broke up, had a massive fight. The guy hit her, (and she tried hitting him, but I have no idea if she actually hit him) because they were both cheating on each other and mad about it”

Hobbies & Goals

Lately I’ve been studying, and I’ve been really focused on making this year more productive.

I’ve joined an art club, but I’m thinking of joining a book club too. I don’t think I’ll have enough time afterschool though.

Maybe I just feel bored?

I want to do something more with myself. Something new, productive, something that makes me feel better about myself

I have time to study, but I’m planning to get a job as soon as I turn 16. I want to be able to balance all of these things, blogging, clubs, a job, AP classes, and I will find a way.

I’ve been trying my best to look better too. Jewelry, light makeup, hair care, and cute flared jeans are all I can really do.

I wish I could get more things and not feel guilty about spending. I’m hoping that once I get a job, I can use part of that money to spend on myself. The rest of the money I’ll save for college, since I’m planning to take one/two years local for my basics, and the rest further away (money for gas, books, and foodstuff)

But I don’t think my parents are that excited about me wanting to get a job

Body

Calorie count Aug 29 ~ 700

I’ve been sick for over 1 month, and for one month I haven’t been able to eat well.

I haven’t ate solids, I’ve had a lack of appetite, basically to cut it short—stomach issues.

Today I ate too much in a little amount of time, a few short minutes after eating some pudding, a tiny fruit smoothie, and some coconut milk

soooo much pain

I laid on the restroom floor. I feel like the restroom floor is just the best place in your house to be when you’re sick.

The doctor said he didn’t know what I had so I’m just taking pills for symptoms and pain

[freewillacquired]

When Nemesis turned around, it took everything in K-Mart not to start screaming or running for her life. A few months after the apocalypse had erupted, she’d learned that she needed to stay as calm as possible, but it was extremely difficult at times. K-Mart would be lying if she said she hadn’t broken down once or twice, but surprisingly enough, Nemesis didn’t chill her to the bone the way she half-expected him to. Genuine help was rare, so she’d take what she could get.

Despite herself, K-Mart took a few steps back when Carlos showed up. If something went wrong, he was likely armed, and he would protect her to the best of his ability, so she stood behind him. She nodded as he warned her to be careful, even if she didn’t entirely agree with the sentiment. Nemesis had just saved them all; why would he suddenly turn on them? She maintained her calm exterior, crossing her arms and observing the conversation.

“Wait, wait, wait, go back. Did I miss something? You guys know each other?” K-Mart titled her head in confusion. Her blonde hair, which had been tied back in a half-up half-down style, framed her face, and she removed her sunglasses to get a better look at them both. She pursed her lips when Nemesis told them his real name was Matt. Why would someone name a creature like that an human name? “Ohhhhhhh,” she said as it dawned on her. “Are you human? Or, were you human? Did someone make you all… like this? Is that a rude question to ask? If so, I’m really sorry. I try not to offend people I don’t know super well. Also, who’s Alice? Why does nobody ever tell me anything?” she whined.

K-Mart was acutely aware of the fact that Claire wouldn’t trust Nemesis. To be honest, if she hadn’t watched him taking out the murder of crows, she probably wouldn’t trust him either. She smiled at both of them.

“Okay, but you have to tell the story the right way,” she told Carlos, scrunching up her nose. “You can’t leave any details out, and you gotta tell them that Matt is nice. Matt should just come with us and explain it himself! That way everybody understands, and we can all ask our questions, and then we get to decide what to do. But I hope he can stay.”

__________

Nemesis could tell that the girl was scared but trying to be brave. Fortunately his tentacles behaved themselves and quieted down with their irritated movements, curling around his shoulders and arms. There was no way he could look pleasing to the eye, but he knew he looked a little less menacing without flailing tentacles all around him. Even so, he stayed where he was, not wanting to cause more trouble for these people than they’d already had with those crows. 

Carlos... was really sorry K-Mart was hearing this conversation, because now she wasn’t going to let any of it go. It wasn’t her fault, she was young and naturally curious, and she was extremely observant. She latched onto things she didn’t understand or that didn’t add up and picked away at them until she’d gotten the answers she wanted. It was actually a sign of intelligence, but it meant he had ended up explaining more things to her here and there than he really wouldn’t have preferred.

“Not... personally, no,” he replied in response to her question. “We met once, about five years ago. When everything first started.”

As the girl asked a whole bunch of questions rapid-fire, Nemesis was wondering how he was going to answer them all... and if he even should. Given his speech impediments, he figured it was better if Alice’s friend answered them instead of him. “Nayde you... should an-swer...” he said to Carlos.

Carlos sighed. “It’s not really a happy story, K-Mart...” Oh, what would it hurt, though? She was already curious, and that meant she wouldn’t stop asking questions until she got her answers. “Yeah, he used to be human. He was an environmentalist named Matt. That’s all I know about him. Well, that and...” he looked at Nemesis. “What happened down there? In the Hive? Alice said... the T-virus escaped from the labs and everyone died. She never really wanted to talk about it in any detail. But why were you down there? You didn’t work for Umbrella, did you?”

“No...” Nemesis answered. “I was try-ing... to extose then. Ny sis-ter... worked there. We were try-ing... to get... in-thor-na-tion... that would... retheal what Un-drel-la... was re-sear-ching.”

“Who released the virus? It wasn’t you and your sister... was it?” Carlos asked.

“Hell no!” Nemesis said. “It was Stence.”

“Stence?” Carlos asked, his face scrunching up in confusion. “I don’t know anyone named-” But then it occurred to him. “Wait, you mean Spence? Spence Parks?”

“Yeah... He was... a real dick,” Nemesis said without thinking, before remembering there was a teenager standing right there. “Er... sor-ry. He was a... a jerk.”

Carlos chuckled cynically. “Yeah, he was. I mean I knew he was an arrogant person, but I never thought he’d pull a stunt like that.”

“I don’t think... it went... ac-cor-ding... to his tlan,” Nemesis said.

Realizing K-Mart was probably completely lost, he turned to her. “Umbrella is the corporation that created the virus that did all this to the world. They had this underground facility called the Hive that was located underneath a city called Raccoon. Alice was head of security at the Hive. I just lived there in the dorms. I lived there, trained there, that was where I was based. So when the virus was released from the Hive, it spread into Raccoon City above and my team and I were deployed to help fight it. But we weren’t told very much about what we were even fighting, and things quickly fell apart. They weren’t able to contain the outbreak, and... now here we all are, five years later, still fighting the virus.”

“You worked... thor Un-drel-la?” Nemesis asked.

“Yeah. I was in the U.B.C.S. The Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. We were a paramilitary force maintained by Umbrella to help combat any biological or chemical hazards to the public that might result from their activities. We were deployed into Raccoon City that night... and promptly abandoned by Umbrella. So we defected and started helping the civilians and Alice. She’d woken up in the hospital, and I’m guessing you did too. We saw empty weapons cases inside it that were pretty heavy hitting.”

Nemesis nodded, recalling that night. “I was un-der their con-trol. Un-til A-lice and I were or-dered to thight. That nade... ethery-thing... cone dack a-gain.”

“Any chance they could still regain control of you?” Maybe it was an insensitive question, but Carlos had the safety of the convoy to think about.

“Not un-less... they can cadture ne... a-gain... and thix what-ether they in-stalled... ut here.” Nemesis tapped his head. “In thive years... they hathen’t deen adle... to do it re-note-ly.”

Carlos nodded. “Okay...” he sighed. He turned to K-Mart once more. “Alice and I didn’t really know each other when we worked for Umbrella. We were in completely different departments. But after Raccoon City we... we became friends.”

“Where is... A-lice?” Nemesis asked.

“I don’t know,” Carlos answered honestly. “After Raccoon our helicopter crashed and she was captured. We got her out and went into hiding, joined up with other survivors and those who wanted to expose Umbrella, but... we were attacked. During that attack, Alice left. No explanation, no goodbye, nothing. That was some four years ago, at least. I haven’t heard from her since.”

“Then she’s still... out there,” Nemesis concluded.

“You think so?” Carlos asked.

“It’s A-lice. She’s real-ly... hard... to kill,” he replied with a shrug. A low, rumbling laugh escaped.

Carlos couldn’t help but smile and then chuckle himself. “Yeah, she definitely is. I hope she’s out there too.” I just don’t know why she’d want to be out there alone.

“Go,” Nemesis said. “I’ll wait... here.” He didn’t have high hopes for being able to stay, but he also didn’t have anything else better to do. Besides, if he hung around, even outside their perimeter, then he could take care of things if any more of those nasty crows decided to show up.

Carlos nodded again, but as he was about to turn and head back to talk with Claire, he stopped. “I have to ask... Alice said she wasn’t contagious.” And he found out in a very personal way that she wasn’t, but he wasn’t about to get into any of that. “Are you?”

“No,” Nemesis replied. “We’re gen-e-tic... car-ri-ers... oth the thirus. It donded with our cells. Its... gen-e-tic code... is in our DNA... dut there’s no act-tithe thirus... in our dlood or sa-li-tha. We can’t... in-thect others.” He shrugged once more. “At least... that’s what... we were heard... in the la-dor-ra-tory.”

“Alright,” Carlos said. “Wait here. I’ll see what I can do, Matt.”

“Thank you,” Nemesis said. He was thanking him both for trying to include him and for calling him by his real name.

[nightcall99]

Dreams from 19.8.24

Dream 1: I was at work and I'd just done a whole shift. I'm pretty sure it was past closing time because the lights were off and we were putting stuff away. But then a bunch of customers came in and I saw even more coming in from the front door until it was a small crowd of people waiting to be served. I was enraged. My co-workers were just serving them like nothing was wrong but I was so angry that these people showed up and wasn't having none of it. I descended onto the floor where the people were, lifted my chin up to project my voice and screamed at the top of my lungs. I said, Everyone get out now, Get out now. Over and over. I was so livid, I'd never felt such a sense of injustice in my life. There was no way I was doing more work, I had absolutely no capacity left and now, I was taking things into my own hands. The customers left. I could tell that my co-workers were stunned but they didn't dare say anything. I didn't see SM but I could sense him. He stayed quiet, respecting my choices.

Then we locked up. But there a delay in doing so, it took a bit of time. I was doing random stuff, I dunno why I kept having to use the toilet. It was night now. Two of my male coworkers were with me, who I don’t recognise from irl, but they helped me. The last thing we had to do was close the roller door and I was having trouble closing it. It wasn't closing in the regular way. There was two weird plastic Lego planks that you had to wedge under the door and then you had to step on the bottom bar of the door to get it to stick on the planks. This was essentially how it was locked. I kept jumping on the bar, using my entire body weight but despite being by guided by the two dudes, it wouldn't shut. I tried several times, and the dudes ended up making sure the door was shut for me. It was ridiculous because the way it was 'closed' was weird af, there was a huge gap where anyone could get through. It was no secure at all. I zoomed out to get a proper view of what I was even doing and saw that the roller door was for some other store. My co-workers told me that this place is just something we have to lock up, that is part of the overall locking up procedure, even though it's a few doors down from the actual pharmacy. Behind this roller door, there was nothing. It's like we were just locking up an empty lot. There was barely enough space to fit half a car behind that door. I sort of shrugged and left it.

Then I think I was at someone's house with those two dudes. There were hotel rooms, it was like a waiting area. I was lying down on a makeshift bed on the floor trying to get some sleep and someone was sleeping beside me. I was in closer proximity to this person than I would have liked but tried to ignore it because at least I was getting some rest. Then a third girl plopped herself down on my right side and now all three of our bodies were touching. There was not enough room to even turn. The situation was not ideal in the least but again, I tried to ignore it and continued sleeping but when I got up the girl on my right had her period and the blood was all over me. I was so angry about this, the girl didn’t even react or say sorry. I went to the bathroom to clean it up but there wasn’t anything to use to clean up properly. I really didn’t like this hotel situation, it felt like I had to leave. As I was leaving, I came across those two dudes from before but there was something truly off about them now. They seemed like high (in a bad way) or like they were junkies now. Their energy made me so uncomfortable. They were leaving too and I didn’t know how to get home I was honestly a little terrified of being by myself. I tried to follow them but I think they were trying to cut me loose, in fact I think they went back do the hotel which is not what I wanted to do. I accepted that I needed to part ways with them and went off down the street. I gave them one last look and I saw that one of the dudes looked like SM or my ex I’m not sure since they had blue eyes. I had this expectation that he and I were friends (especially because he had been one of the people who helped me with the door) and he would look out for me but when I looked into his eyes, they seemed rabid. Whoever it had been, it wasn’t them anymore. I walked away half-disappointed, half-afraid. One good thing is when I disappeared down the street, the one I thought I knew seemed to make a mental note that I had turned left down the street. I felt like he might message me later to make sure I got home ok.

I walked around unsure of how to get home, everything was super eerie and I felt so unsafe. It was so dark. I was trying to find a train station but I didn’t know how to get there, or had a general idea of the path but wasn't able to get there. I was so lost. I had an idea to catch an Uber and went down what I thought was a quiet road with more light, so it'd be easy for the driver to pick me up but inadvertently I ended up on a freeway road. There were no cars on the freeway itself but I knew that it was illegal to be here. I saw a police vehicle go by, which made my hair stand on end. The energy of it was so dense and so dark, it was like something out of a post-apocalyptic movie. The vehicle was like the cross between a UFO and battle tank and seemed to be conducting surveillance as it moved at a slow pace down the street. Inside was one policeman who was speaking Vietnamese into the radio/machine which was making all sorts of beeping noises. He didn’t see me but I felt so intimidated and terrified because the energy was so horrible and dark, I just knew I had to get away. I managed to get off the freeway and while doing so and a couple of other times in this dream, I suffered from a nose bleed which wouldn’t completely stop. Every time it did, it would just start leaking again. I could feel my noise become wet and I would dab it with the small bit of tissue I had. Thankfully only a little came out but it was inconvenient and just added to the air of dread and fear.

I was still undecided on how I was getting home. I was still thinking I’d get a train but pretty sure and resolute on getting an Uber. I could hardly see what I was doing. Even the brightness on my phone was way down and it's like I couldn't increase the brightness. I had trouble ordering the Uber. In this dream, I had a second encounter to do with the authorities and I experienced it in the same super dark way like the one before, but I don't remember the details. All I know is it was equally as disconcerting. It sorta felt like end times. Everything had become so desolate, hopeless and barren. It was like a sci-fi dystopian world and I woke up from it as if from a nightmare, in a sweat.

Dream 2: SM and I were at some computer lab and the shop owner (FN) randomly showed up and showed us some fragrance oil he made. The whole interaction felt really contrived, was passionless, like he just stood there and did a talk for a few minutes. He had a sample which he showed us. A bright yellow oil inside a cylindrical glass roller-bottle which home-made, but unique. I already knew I wanted to try it and I think SM did too. However, the product FN ended up handing over to us looked different to the demo product. It was much smaller, had no label or anything to denote it was special. It wasn't what we were expecting.

Then in the next scene, all three of us were sitting on one chair as FN was showing us something on the computer. My body was in contact with FN's. I kept thinking in my head how little he seemed, so feminine and with such small hands. Then FN left and SM expressed to me that he was mad. He didn't want this second-rate rendition of what was promised. He wanted to chase after FN and demand the first one he had showed us. I know that we had paid $40 for them, I remember handing over two $20 notes. The boss was probably still making his way down the building and I said to SM, You better go chase after him then. And so he did. He came back not longer after and showed me that he managed to get it swapped over to the other one but when we looked the replacement, it was not the one from the demo. It was a definitely a bigger glass bottle but the product was only filled like 1/3 of the way. So either way we were getting the same amount of product. Then FN came back to explain and said, Oh it only looks like that because the bottle is bigger, it's still the same amount of product you're getting. I even helped FN explain and said, Yeah you’re not being cheated or anything like that it's just an illusion that you're getting less because it's a bigger bottle. But it still looked lacklustre, and not like the one he showed us in the demo, which was definitely better and had more volume of product than the two iterations we'd been given. Then FN was explaining or talking to someone else on the phone and he didn't think we'd heard. He was like, Yeah I had to get rid of those blah blah. I knew he was referring to what we'd just brought from him and the energy was that he only had a few bottles left and needed to make a profit or he was at a loss. It felt like it was something FN had created and made with his bare hands but it was like a failed side business and he just thought he could swindle us. He had manipulated us and even though I knew this and SM knew it too, we said nothing.

[x-ceirios-x]

(Part 2) City of Glass, Chapter 5: A Problem of Memory

please see the masterlist for notes about this series/collection of works

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Though Clary had told herself she remembered the way she’d come with Luke the night before, this turned out not to be entirely true. Heading towards the city center seemed like the best place to get directions, so she started to head that direction, only to hear Andy laugh and turn her the other way. 

Alicante reminded her of New York, but much more relaxed. Things were so pretty—gorgeous architecture, colorful and intricate houses, old statues, beautiful things that she wasn’t used to in her little area of Manhattan. She enjoyed the sights, the atmosphere, all of it. If she would have been here for fun and not in such a rush to find the Penhallow house,  she would have loved to sit down and sketch the landscape one day. There were rolling hills in the distance, shops of all sizes and offering all sorts of goods lining the streets, pedestrians everywhere, no doubt interested in their own lives and not even noticing the girls on the sidewalk. 

Luke hadn’t been lying when he said Shadowhunters had come from all over the world for the summit. Clary passed an Indian woman in a gorgeous gold sari, a pair of curved blades hanging from a chain around her waist. A tall, dark-skinned man with an angular, Aztec face was gazing into a shop window full of weaponry; bracelets made of the same hard, shining material as the demon towers laddered his wrists. Farther down the street a man in a white nomadic robe consulted what looked like a street map. She clearly wasn’t the only one who didn’t know where she was going. 

Andy strolled along next to her, eyes straight in the street. She looked focused, unlike the first few minutes of their walk where she looked vaguely amused at her for (quite confidently) walking the wrong direction. Clary thought about everything she knew about her new companion—which was not much, to be honest. She figured she was trustworthy enough but Rowan had told her not to trust anyone entirely in this world, not until you know their motivations. With that mindset, she wondered if they trusted her. 

What did she know about Andy, though? She was gorgeous, for one, and apparently hoarded weapons like they were going out of style. Her room was pretty plain, she’d noticed when they were in there, but there were small stacks of candles in jars in various places, hair ties everywhere, a few weapons lying out, and the desk—the desk had been covered in a bunch of little metal pieces. That was something. She also saw the untrusting look Amatis gave her as they walked down the hallway; that was something too. Her own mother never gave her that look. Sure, there were teasing, mom-knows-everything looks when she and Simon did something they weren’t supposed to, but Amatis looked worried. And hurt. 

She decided to speak up. She learned quickly that Andy’s father, Stephen Herondale, was a rough topic and bringing him up wasn’t the best idea. That wasn’t necessarily the same for her mom, though, right? “So, your mom…” she started. “She’s…” 

As she tried to find the right word, Andy cut in. “A pain in my ass,” she said, tone flat. Clary looked over at her as they walked; she didn’t look angry. Hurt flashed across her face, but she replaced it with a smile. “It’s not a big deal. We’re not close.”

“I noticed,” she said, sympathetic. She always felt a step away from her mom, like there was something in her life that didn’t make sense, but she could go to her for anything. And she’d do anything for her. She didn’t see that with Andy and Amatis. “Do you mind if I ask why? She seems like a nice lady and all, but I totally get first impressions aren’t everything.” If she based her opinion off of anyone she’d met since August, she would have never survived. Rowan was terrifying, Isabelle and Alec were entirely unapproachable, and she thought all of them murdered some kid her age until she found out he was a demon. 

She saw Andy’s smile tighten for a moment, though she explained nonetheless. “There was this girl—Val Pontmercy. And—” she paused for a moment, putting her hand up between them— “before you freak out, yes. Named after Valentine Morgenstern, but not by choice. Obviously. Her dad was a Valentine fanatic; it was honestly creepy. But…we’re not our parents—I expect you to understand that, out of anyone.” 

She shot her a look out of the corner of her eye, which Clary nodded in agreement to her statement. Desperately, she wanted to be like her mother, but she knew Valentine’s name carried a stronger and worse reputation. She was most certainly not her father’s daughter. 

Andy continued as they walked. “We knew each other from the time we were…I would like to say twelve, but I really don’t remember a time before her.” She spoke wistfully, like it was a comforting memory, but her expression seemed far away. This was something bittersweet. “Mom never approved of our friendship because of her father, but we made it work. I’ve always been a little…headstrong, for lack of better words.” She chuckled, a small laugh that was almost soundless. “Mom freaked out a few years later—”

She cut herself off and stopped walking. Clary stopped as well, looking at her strangely. People all around them bustled by, going all sorts of important places without a care in the world to the two of them. “Something wrong?” she asked, trying to scan her face for a hint of the answer to her question. 

She looked like she bit her tongue for a second, then let out the words in a stream, fast and almost unintelligible. “She was my girlfriend. Mom freaked.”

Clary frowned at her. That was certainly no reason for someone to freak out—as far as she was concerned, it was entirely normal, as long as someone wasn’t shoving her into a wall and threatening to kill her for saying it out loud. She felt a little guilty that Andy, who was so confident and unashamed since she met her, looked anxious to explain. She didn’t know what to say, so said the first thing that came to mind. “I know…a gay person,” she said, grimacing at her own words. “I mean—”

But it was too late. Andy was already laughing. She laughed so hard they got a couple looks from strangers on the street—she doubled over with her hands on her knees, laughing harder than she’d seen anyone laugh in a long time. It made her snicker at her own words, too. Andy stood up after a moment, flipping her hair out of her face. Gingerly, she wiped her eyes, careful not to smear her eyeliner. “Oh, by the Angel, I needed that!” she exclaimed, smiling down at her. This wasn’t like her teasing, convincing smile that she saw earlier, but she looked actually happy for a moment. “You’re pretty alright, Clary Fray,” she said, continuing their walk.

Clary hurried after her. “That wasn’t the right thing to say was it?” she asked, honestly embarrassed but glad it was so amusing for her. 

Andy shook her head, curls bouncing with her as she moved. Clary wondered how long it would take her to draw her hair, if she had the time. Maybe, if she and Simon ever could get back to normal, they’d write that graphic novel and she’d base one of the characters on Andy. Sure of herself and flirty, with a secret softer side that she’d seen in her room when she did her hair for her. “Not exactly. But I will take it. You’re just…” she hesitated again, but continued nevertheless. “Since my mom, you’re the first person I’ve mentioned that to. Other than people I’m trying to sleep with, but don’t be offended—you’re adorable and all, but definitely not my type. And you look, like, fifteen.”

Clary pouted. “I’m sixteen, by the way.”

“And so cute,” she said teasingly, lightly ruffling her hair. She was very careful not to mess up the hairstyle she’d given her earlier. She helped her smooth her hair back out and they continued walking. 

It was quiet—a peaceful, content kind of quiet that she liked falling into with Simon when they were buried in homework and there was music on in the background, or that time she fell asleep in Rowan’s room at the Institute after training and they sat together on their bed, her dozing in and out of sleep and them reading. It was the first time she’d seen them wear their glasses and they threatened to smother her if she made any comments about it. She didn’t, but she thought they looked charming with them. 

“Can I ask you something?” she asked after a few minutes of walking. Andy gestured for her to ask, so she did. “What made you tell me? I mean—you said you don’t share that with everyone. I’m just curious.”

Andy thought for a second—she looked like she was really searching for an answer. “I’m not sure, honestly,” she said. She was right—they hadn’t known each other long, she didn’t know how she felt about it, so why had she? “Part of me just wanted to get it off my chest, I guess,” she said. “And…well, you have a trustworthy face. And anyway, who are you going to tell? Not like I have any family you haven’t met.”

Clary nodded in agreement. She was right about that too, in a way. “I guess that makes sense.” She stuck her hand up between them, closing all her fingers into a fist except her pink. “Your secret is safe with me.”

A look of shock flashed across her face, then it was replaced by a smile. She took the gesture, wrapping her finger around hers in a tight bond. “I’ll keep you to that. But thanks.”

They rounded the corner to Princewater Street, hands still linked in the pinky-promise hold—she felt like she was a kid again, running around on the playground in elementary school again, hands locked with Simon’s as they ran for the slide. She could tell something in Andy clicked in their last conversation. Suddenly she seemed a lot more laid-back, not playing coy how she’d been earlier. A

She didn’t drop her hand until they arrived in front of a large house; it was a deep indigo color with bronze trim, dark bronze, as if the house had been there for many years. It probably had. 

“Penhallow manor, my dear,” Andy said, looking between her and the house. “Last question before I leave you—“

She whirled around, shocked at her words. “You’re leaving?”

“I didn’t think you needed my help anymore, but I will if I want you to.” She chuckled, smiling down at her. “Originally, I was going to help you sneak out but I didn’t want you to get lost.”

Clary would have been offended if she wasn’t so right to think that would be true. “Will you stay? Just for a bit. I have a friend here I think would really like you.”

She shrugged. “I don’t see why not.” She leaned in a little closer, bending so she spoke quietly right next to her ear. “Please tell me you actually know more than one gay person. You live in New York.”

That was her question? She couldn’t believe it. Then again, maybe that was important to her. She turned to look at her and said, “I think I know three. And I’m not sure about the last one.” 

Andy stood up straight again and laughed, not as much as she had earlier, but she still found it funny for some reason. “I have to take you to a Downworld rave or something in Berlin. We’ll make a night of it, sometime. Bring your friends, too—I know all the good spots.”

She’d never been one for parties, but having someone who knows how to navigate the scene would definitely help her feel more comfortable. Especially if she had people like Isabelle there with her. She wondered if Magnus would want to come, too. That sounded like a great night out. “That sounds fun, actually, but let’s pin it for now?”

She nodded quickly and gave her a little shove forward. “Of course. Go say hi.”

Clary mounted the steps and took hold of the heavy door knocker. It was shaped like a pair of angel’s wings, and when she let it fall, she could hear the sound echoing like the tolling of a huge bell. This was serious, now—she had fun chatting with Andy on the way here, but she had to find answers. Her mother’s life was at stake here. A moment later the door was yanked open and Isabelle Lightwood stood on the threshold, her eyes wide with shock. 

“Clary?”

Clary smiled weakly. “Hi, Isabelle.”

Isabelle leaned against the doorjamb, her expression dismal. “Oh, crap.”

[pesterloglog]

Caliborn, Jane Crocker

Act 6, page 5551-5556

undyingUmbrage [uu] began jeering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

uu: CROCKER.

uu: HEY IT'S ME.

uu: REMEMBER ME?

GG: What the?

uu: TUMUT

uu: OOPS NO.

uu: *HOLDS SHIFT.* *NOSTALGICALLY.*

uu: tumut

uu: YESSSS.

GG: Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me.

GG: You are the absolute last person I want to hear from right now.

GG: And the bottom of that list is pretty competitive territory at the moment!

uu: DON'T BE LIKE THAT. YOU STUPID EARTH COW.

uu: HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BE BECOMING FRIENDS. IF YOU RECOIL FROM MY OLIVE BRANCH.

uu: LIKE I'M FLAILING A WITHERED MUMMY'S SEVERED LIMB IN YOUR DIRECTION.

GG: I don't want us to become friends!

GG: We all thought you were gone for good. And we liked it that way!

GG: Please don't tell me you've found a second wind of petty trolling in you.

uu: HEY. I DON'T TROLL.

uu: I *JEER*. GET IT RIGHT.

uu: TROLLING IS FOR LOSERS. LOSERS SPECIFICALLY WHO ARE TROLLS.

GG: Whatever. And what's with the ugly green text?

GG: Reading your malformed sentence fragments was unpleasant enough as it was.

uu: I BORROWED IT FROM MY SISTER.

uu: AND SHUT UP. IT LOOKS GREAT.

uu: AND IS NO UGLIER THAN YOU. WHO I CAN SEE NOW WITH EASE. FOR THE RECORD.

GG: "Whom" you can see, moron.

GG: And no, you can't!

GG: Calliope said you couldn't see us at all in our game session. So I think you're lying!

uu: AM I REALLY.

uu: WHEN RIGHT NOW I AM LOOKING AT A HOMELY FEMALE IN DUMB BLUE PANTS. SULKING IN A GRAY PLACE. TYPING ON A COMPUTER WITH A STRANGE HUMAN FACE?

GG: Oh, dear God.

GG: WHY???

uu: MY POWER HAS GROWN CONSIDERABLY SINCE I LAST JEERED YOU.

uu: I HAVE MADE REMARKABLE STRIDES ON MY SACRED JOURNEY TOWARD IMPORTANT ADULTHOOD.

uu: ON THIS BULLSHIT PLANET. WHICH USED TO BE YOUR HOME.

uu: I HAVE FOUND MANY KEYS. AND UNLOCKED MANY HOLES.

uu: AND NOW I CAN SEE MORE. AND LEARN MORE. THAN YOU COULD EVER FUCKING DREAM!

GG: How wonderful for you.

GG: I don't care how all-seeing and all-powerful you think you are.

GG: If your intent is to waste my time with more of your pitiful bullying, you are out of luck.

GG: Because that is exactly NOT the sort of crap I am in the mood for today.

GG: Toodle-oo!!!

uu: WAIT!

uu: I THINK I GOT OFF ON THE WRONG FOOT.

uu: HOW ABOUT WE. GNAW THAT ONE OFF AND START OVER?

uu: I WAS TRYING TO PAY YOU A COMPLIMENT.

GG: ??

uu: MY PEOPLE AREN'T MEANT TO LIKE ANYBODY. GET IT?

uu: I MEAN, NOT THE WAY HUMANS DO. WE DON'T HAVE THE HUMAN EMOTION CALLED "LOVEKHEKLFSDKF". AND WE SPONTANEOUSLY START MASHING KEYS. WHEN WE ARE FORCED TO EVEN TYPE THE WORD.

uu: ALL OUR RELATIONSHIPS ARE DICTATED BY THE MIRACLE OF HATRED. SO WHEN I USE BAD WORDS TOWARD YOU. THAT'S JUST ME SAYING THINGS TO TRY TO KNOW YOU BETTER.

uu: LIKE. "SOCIALLYUOIPY".

uu: AS A.

uu: *SHUDDER*

uu: A... "FRIENDJISJFDJISJSDKFLDJSDKLJF".

uu: SO WHEN I SAY YOU'RE UGLY. WHICH YOU FACTUALLY ARE.

uu: I MEAN THAT FROM MY PERSPECTIVE. OF BEING NORMAL, AND NOT A SHITTY ALIEN. TO SAY THAT YOU ARE ACTUALLY ATTRACTIVE IN AN UNPLEASANT WAY. TO MY BRAIN.

GG: Hrm.

GG: Nope. That makes very little sense.

uu: FUCK. TRY USING YOUR SUPPOSEDLY BETTER SMARTNESS THAN MINE.

uu: AND THINK SOMEWHAT LATERALLY. ABOUT LIKE. FUCKING CULTURE. THAT ISN'T *YOURS*.

uu: YOU DUMB BITCH.

GG: Yes, I see it all too clearly now. You're really quite the charmer!

uu: NO. COME ON. "DUMB BITCH" IS ANOTHER GREAT COMPLIMENT.

uu: IN THE SAME VEIN AS THAT WHICH I JUST DESCRIBED.

uu: IT'S A TERM OF "ENDEARMENKSKLJJF" I USE TO TALK ABOUT GIRLS. WHO IN MY VIEW HAVE MANAGED TO AVOID BEING.

uu: UTTERLY BENEATH MY PERSONAL ACKNOWLEDGEMENT. THIS ISN'T COMPLICATED.

GG: Uh huh.

GG: So you're actually trying to claim that you find me attractive, from the alleged "bad means good" point of view of your hate-driven species?

uu: DEFINITELY.

uu: I'M NOT JOKING AROUND, CROCKER.

uu: I'VE UNLOCKED A BUNCH OF YOUR SCREENS. AND SPENT A LOT OF TIME WATCHING YOU.

uu: WHILE THINKING. JUST.

uu: THE *DIIIIRTIEST* THOUGHTS.

uu: HEE HEE. HAA.

GG: Eww.

GG: You pig.

uu: THE OTHER FEMALE TOO. LET'S NOT FORGET YOUR SQUAD'S BACKUP BITCH.

uu: HOW NASTY IS SHE?? JUST SO FOUL. AND THE THINGS YOU GET UP TO WITH ONE ANOTHER. OH MY.

uu: NEED I EVEN CITE THE ALTERCATION WITH YOUR PUFFY SLUMBER LOAVES?

GG: Excuse me??

uu: MY COMPLIMENTS IN PARTICULAR. ON YOUR COLORFUL UNDERGARMENTS.

uu: WHILE BOUNCING UP AND DOWN ON THE SOFT HUMAN SARSWAPAGUS.

GG: Oh, that's just great.

GG: The ONE TIME we had a generic girly pillow fight, and it turns out some pervert was watching us.

GG: I think I need a shower.

GG: Assuming I can ever take one again in peace!

uu: DON'T WORRY. YOU CAN'T.

uu: BUT SERIOUSLY. JANE. CAN I CALL YOU JANE? BITCH, LISTEN.

uu: YOU ARE ONE GRODY HARLOT. WHICH MEANS GOOD (BAD) THINGS TO ME, LET'S REMEMBER.

uu: WHEN I UNLOCKED YOU. I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE I'VE CHANGED? OR MAYBE JUST YOU. SINCE YOU TURNED OLDER. BUT YOU'VE REALLY.

uu: FILLED OUT.

uu: SINCE I LAST SAW YOU BEFORE.

GG: What?

GG: ...

GG: Really?

uu: HELL YES.

uu: I DO ENJOY A MEATY BITCH. WITH A LITTLE CLOUT.

GG: What do you mean, exactly...

GG: By "clout?"

uu: OH. I THINK YOU KNOW.

uu: WHEN PHYSICAL PORTIONS OF THE BITCH. KIND OF JUT OUT. EXUBERANTLY.

GG: Do you mean...

GG: My...

GG: Why am I even having this conversation!

uu: I JUST HAVE A WEAK SPOT. FOR THE ABOVE AVERAGE HEFT OF YOUR PARTS. WHICH WOBBLE THE MOST.

uu: NOW DO SOMETHING NAUSEATING FOR ME TO WATCH.

uu: I WANT TO SEE A TAWDRY ACT OF HARD CORE SCHMALTZ.

uu: SEE THAT ROCK OVER THERE. PRETEND IT IS THE OTHER INSOLENT BITCH.

uu: ACT A LITTLE NERVOUS. WITH YOUR IDLE HAND, GRAZE ONE OF YOUR MORE BULBOUS LOCATIONS "INCIDENTALLY".

uu: THEN ASK THE ROCK IF IT WANTS TO FALL IN LOVE!!! OOOOOOOH.

GG: What? No!

GG: Are you insane?

GG: I don't care where you are, or whatever the hell it is you "unlocked" to spy on me.

GG: You aren't allowed to sit there all day leering at my boobs!!!

uu: YOUR WHAT.

GG: My... what?

GG: Wait, what were YOU talking about?

uu: NO. TELL ME WHAT THOSE THINGS YOU SAID ARE. I'M SO ENTICED!

GG: Screw you!

GG: Tell me what you were getting at with all that!!

GG: The stuff about "clout," and my "bulbous locations."

uu: I WAS JUST SAYING. MY TASTE PREFERS.

uu: WHEN THE BUXOM SHREW'S PHYSIQUE PUTS A HEALTHY DENT IN SPACETIME.

GG: Spacetime??

uu: I LIKE HOW SALTY IT IS. WHEN A BITCH GROWS OUT OF HER SKELETAL PHASE.

uu: AND HER FRAME REALLY BEGINS TO CHALLENGE THE HORIZONTAL DIMENSIONS.

GG: WHAT!

uu: WHEN THE FEMALE RUMP STARTS GETTING MORE MILEAGE OUT OF ITS WIDENESS ATTRIBUTE. MORE BANG FOR ITS BOONBUCK!

uu: IT EXCITES ME BETTER. WHEN BITCHES PUNISH THE GROUND. WITH EACH MEGALITHIC FOOTSTEP.

GG: SHUT UP!

GG: I'M NOT FAT!!!

uu: JANE BITCH. I HAVE NEW ORDERS.

uu: YOU WILL STRIP TO THE SCANTY PAIR OF PARTY PANTS AND THE CLOTH CHEST PIECE WHICH YOU WEAR UNDER THOSE PLAIN RAGS.

uu: THEN FIND A NAUGHTY PATCH OF MUD.

uu: AND ROLL AROUND IN THE MUD. LIKE AN EARTH PIG.

uu: FLAUNTING FOR ME. YOUR SLIPPERY AND SWOLLEN PORCINE PHYSICALITY.

uu: AND MAYBE GRUNT SOME DECADENT POEMS THROUGH YOUR SNOUT. ABOUT SOME SHITFACE YOU "ADOREFJSDKLJJF".

uu: OOOOH YES.

uu: THAT WOULD BE.

uu: *WRRRRETCHED!*

GG: GO FUCK YOURSELF!

uu: WAIT! DON'T SHUT ME OUT.

uu: REMEMBER WHAT I SAID. ABOUT OUR DIFFERENT CULTURES OR WHATEVER.

uu: HAVE A FUCKING OPEN MIND, JANE.

uu: I MADE YOU A PRESENT. FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY. WHATEVER THAT ACTUALLY IS.

uu: SEE HOW I'M MAKING AN EFFORT TO UNDERSTAND YOUR CUSTOMS?

uu: MEET ME HALF OF THE GODDAMN WAY.

GG: Oh cripes.

GG: What is it?

uu: A SUBLIME ARTISTIC PORTRAIT.

uu: REMEMBER HOW I SAID MY POWER WAS GROWING WITH EACH DAY.

uu: THIS APPLIES AS WELL TO MY PROWESS AS A DRAFTSMAN.

GG: Oh goodness, no. You poor delusional thing.

GG: I don't care what progress you think you've made. You will never be a good artist, dear.

uu: HORSESHIT.

uu: MY ILLUSTRATION IS STUNNING. IT IS NEARLY A PHOTOGRAPHIC REPRESENTATION OF YOUR ODIOUS MILKSHAKE.

uu: NOW PARK THE INDUSTRIAL LOAD OF FREIGHT YOU DECLARE A BOTTOM. AND FEAST YOUR EYES ON MY FUCKING EXCELLENCE!

uu: http://tinyurl.com/JANETHISISYOU

GG: Groan.

uu: I BELIEVE I HAVE CHOSEN THE PERFECT SHAPE FOR YOU.

uu: IT IS DESCRIBED IN CERTAIN CIRCLES KNOWLEDGEABLE OF THE ARTS. AS. "A CIRCLE".

uu: I AM VERY PLEASED WITH HOW FAITHFULLY IT HAS CAPTURED THE OBSCENE ROTUNDITY. OF YOUR MAGNIFICENT CARRIAGE.

uu: TRULY A SPITTING IMAGE OF THE CROCKER BITCH.

uu: NOW LISTEN CAREFULLY. YOU MAY LEARN SOMETHING.

uu: THE MASTERPIECE AFICIONADO WILL NOTICE. HOW I ACHIEVED THIS HIGHLY ADVANCED AND DIFFICULT SHAPE.

uu: WHAT MOST GIFTED ARTISANS WILL TELL YOU. IS THAT. CIRCLES ARE BASICALLY FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO DRAW.

uu: TRUST ME.

uu: IT'S LIKE A PARADOX. A SHAPE WITHOUT ANGLES. WHAT??

uu: SO I FUCKING CHEATED.

uu: I NAVIGATED THE IRRATIONAL PERIMETER BY MAKING A LOT OF EASILY UNDERSTANDABLE, TOTALLY LOGICAL MARKS. FORMING A WHOLE BUNCH OF LITTLE RIGHT ANGLES.

uu: THE CHEATING PART HAPPENS WHEN I DO THIS A LOT. SO IT GOES IN A ROUND DIRECTION.

uu: THIS ONE CAME OUT WELL I THINK. BUT THERE'S ROOM TO IMPROVE.

uu: I HAVE THEORIZED THAT IF I KEEP MAKING BOGUS CIRCLES LIKE THIS.

uu: WHILE DRAWING MORE AND MORE ANGLES. BUT SMALLER. SO SMALL THAT YOU START CAN'T SEEING THEM.

uu: THAT THE ILLUSION OF THE CIRCLE WILL BE COMPLETE! AND PEOPLE WILL BELIEVE IN THE FAKE CIRCLE. LIKE A BUNCH OF SUCKERS.

uu: I BET NOBODY HAS THOUGHT OF THAT CIRCLE STRATEGY. I THINK I'M THE FIRST AT THIS IDEA. AND BEST AT IT ALREADY.

uu: PEOPLE THINK I'M DUMB. ESPECIALLY THE VOICE IN MY HEAD.

uu: AND THEY MAY BE RIGHT ABOUT ME BEING DUMB.

uu: BUT WHEN IT COMES TO THE SPECIAL WAY I DO THINGS. WHICH IS ALWAYS ACTUALLY. THE PERFECT WAY.

uu: I AM.

uu: A GENIUS!

GG: That is the most pointless and incomprehensible load of drivel I have ever read.

GG: Your "portrait" is every bit as abysmal as I was expecting. And for the last time. I AM NOT FAT.

GG: I think your claims of attraction to heavyset women, which you present as "flattery," is an obvious ruse to get me to feel insecure about my appearance, and it isn't going to work!

uu: OINK.

GG: SHUT YOUR STUPID FACE!!!

GG: UGH, THIS BIRTHDAY IS SO AWFUL! I CAN'T STAND IT!

GG: WHY IS EVERYONE TREATING ME LIKE SHIT TODAY?

GG: WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!

uu: YOU WERE. WAIT. WHAT'S THE CONJUGATION ASSOCIATED WITH "HUMAN BIRTH"?

uu: IS IT. HUMAN BORTH?

uu: YOU WERE HUMAN BORTH.

GG: SHUT UP!

GG: I'M DONE HUMORING YOUR PERVERTED ADOLESCENT MIND GAMES!

GG: TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO CALLIOPE!

GG: CALLIOPE!!!

GG: WE WANT YOU BACK! PLEASE COME BACK AND SPARE US FROM THIS LECHEROUS NINCOMPOOP!

GG: CALLIOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GG: WHY DOESN'T THIS WORK?!

uu: SAYING HER NAME ONLY WAKES HER UP. IF SHE'S ALIVE.

uu: SO YOUR HOG FACE CAN SNORT THE DIRTY SYLLABLES ALL IT WANTS. HELL, I WILL EVEN GIVE YOU A HAND!

uu: CALLIOPE! WAKE UP SIS!

uu: HAA HAA, WHOOPS. SHE CAN'T.

uu: THE BITCH IS DEAD!

GG: I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!

uu: NO IT'S TRUE. I GOT SOMEBODY TO STAB HER A LOT.

uu: THEN I STOLE HER BLOOD FOR MY LETTERS.

GG: NO!!! THAT CAN'T BE TRUE! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE EVEN YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING SO TERRIBLE!

uu: JANE BITCH. YOUR PREPOSTEROUS FEMALE EMOTIONS ARE GOING EARTH BANANAS AGAIN.

uu: SETTLE DOWN AND LISTEN TO BOY REASON. DO NOT MAKE ME DEMONSTRATE THE VERACITY OF MY FACTS. YET AGAIN.

uu: THAT SACCHARINE TRAMP IS SUCH A GONER. SHE'S NEVER COMING BACK.

uu: JUST LIKE YOUR DAPPER HUMAN GUARDIAN.

GG: WHAT?? WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY FATHER!

GG: WHERE IS HE?

uu: HE'S FUCKING DEAD IS WHERE.

GG: YOU'RE LYING AGAIN!!!

GG: TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW!

uu: GOD. I'M TRYING TO.

uu: MY FACTS ARE HAVING DIFFICULTY PENETRATING YOUR HYSTERICAL ATTITUDE. LISTEN TO ME VERY CLOSE.

uu: HE WAS CAPTURED BY AN AGENT SOON AFTER YOU BEGAN YOUR QUEST. HE WAS THEN PUT IN JAIL ON DERSE.

GG: Ok...

GG: So he's on Derse, then?

uu: BITCH, YOU AREN'T PAYING ATTENTION. DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE PRISON SYSTEM ON DERSE?

uu: IT ISN'T LIKE THE SOFT TIME YOU DO ON PROSPIT. I BET YOU NEVER SPENT ANY TIME IN THE JOKE THEY CALL A SLAMMER THERE. LET ALONE ON DERSE.

GG: And I suppose you have??

uu: I WAS NOT VERY WELL BEHAVED. I DID MORE THAN MY SHARE OF TIME. CHAINED TO THE WALL OF A CELL.

uu: HEE HEE! LIKE I WASN'T SO USED TO THAT. I WAS LIKE. DO YOUR WORST.

uu: AND THEN THEY DID. DERSITES DO NOT TREAT THEIR PRISONERS GOOD. TO SAY THE LEAST!

uu: I WAS ONLY ABLE TO SURVIVE THE BRUTALITY. DUE TO MY EXCEPTIONAL CONSTITUTION. AND EVEN TO SOME EXTENT. MY ABILITY TO ENJOY ANGUISH.

uu: BUT YOUR PATHETIC, FRAIL HUMAN "DAD" IS A DIFFERENT STORY. THERE IS NO DOUBT AT ALL. THAT HE IS DEAD BY NOW!

GG: No. Don't say that. Shut up!

uu: YOU REALLY SHOULD BELIEVE ME. I HAVE UNLOCKED MANY OF HIS SCREENS, JUST LIKE YOURS.

uu: YOU SHOULD SEE HOW THEY TREATED HIM! THE HORROR HE EXPERIENCED MUST BE DIFFICULT FOR A HUMAN GIRL TO IMAGINE.

uu: PERHAPS I SHOULD CAPTURE ONE OF THE VISUALS. AND SHOW YOU FIRST HAND?

GG: YOU BASTARD! I SAID SHUT UP!!!

uu: HIS AGONY WAS MAGNIFICENT. AND VERY LONG LASTING. YOU SEE. HE WAS A VIP.

uu: A VERY IMPORTANT PRISONER. SO THEY GAVE HIM SPECIAL TREATMENT.

uu: UNDER SUCH CRUEL CIRCUMSTANCES. I BELIEVE HE WOULD HAVE TRADED HIS FAVORITE HAT. FOR A SWIFT END TO HIS HILARIOUS SUFFERING!

GG: STOP IT

uu: BUT IT WAS SO WONDERFUL AND GREAT TO WATCH!

uu: BETWEEN YOUR FATHER'S DEMISE. AND HIS DAUGHTER'S EPIC POSTERIOR. LOOMING LARGE ON MY VIDEO DISPLAYS.

uu: I REALLY MUST THANK YOUR ENTIRE "FAMILY". FOR HOURS OF SCANDALOUS ENJOYMENT!

GG: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!!

GG: FUCK YOU! HE'S NOT DEAD!

GG: MY DAD'S FINE, I'M NOT FAT, AND I HATE YOU! I'M NEVER TALKING TO YOU AGAIN!!!!!!

GG: AND STOP WATCHING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!